Lyrics:
my body
It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel
I'm caught in supportin' me
So in these streets of hockey
I play the goalie
Secrets to war licks,
I can't stop at all
Uh
Drug abuser
Mad man
Juvenile
Want someone to hold his hand
Ya
Taliban
Living kamikaze
He don't care who in his way he still
can buy all the guns in the world that shit don’t mean you’ll kill nigga you been in da house all yo life go to juvenile once and now you field nigga
Live with us H-B
What what (echo)
[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
We bad than a motherfucker
[Verse One: Juvenile]
If I got a problem with a nigga I'm gon' tell him to his face
Fuck holdin it in on my chest, heelin'
We bad than a motherfucker
[Verse One: Juvenile]
If I got a problem with a nigga I'm gon' tell him to his face
Fuck holdin it in on my chest, heelin'
with no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts
Yeah, I pop plenty shit
Chump, I'm making hits
No time for the crack
[Juvenile (Verse 1)]
You live that life... slangin' that iron off tha porch
When a nigga blow... you hit him up with tha torch
You
fly private jet out of town by a bitch
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
Long as I breathe ain't
Juvenile (Juvenile)
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover Truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh
But wait, my nigga, Baby, he live on chrome
My
of the earth
Hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
(wyclef)
[juvenile]
You got me fucked up I'm innocent
Look I ain't do this shit you
While I pluck holes in niggas like donuts
And still down to die for
All my soldiers like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud
Bringin' war
got the little homie right by the corner
Here comes that bitch ass reporter
Making money every time we hit the border
Juvenile court had a big ass
to pissin
Who want smoke pop out
Niggas talk for clout
I’ll shoot that shit down
Racking up bodies like it’s a world war
That’s tha only reason I brought it
To let me drop her off by this nigga
Off the river
She ridin with me thinkin that it's cool and shit
She don't think I know that she let her live
Street wars turn violent
Real talk
These niggas used to run together, thug and stunt together
This when they was juveniles smoking weed, sipping
Or Juvenile, the juice is out, I spill on thy grave
Pop, lock and drop it, put it in, issa deposit
Hold my chalice, y'all two wishing bad like going to college
niggas ain't playin'
Got my first choppa for a bill 50 (mane)
Mane I wish that bitch was still with me
As a juvenile, hid it by the club
Got
tf can I breath
Effects of the yetzer can see in police
Can't never get better need war to have peace
Money ain't shit but a object
I want respect
pride, self esteem
From a juvenile teen I just wanted cream, cheese
Make them all scream, "Please", made his whole team freeze
We do it with ease
Now
mit als Gaza
Schicke deine Fresse auf direktem Weg zum Zahnartzt
Leben wie im Jungel, War schon immer so
Aufgewachsen auf der Straße, War schon immer
a fuck
Bad ass nigga but I give
Him hella luck
Hoe Knuck if yo buck better step ya couchie up got his ass in the mirror
All foes throw it up
Fine as shit
wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when you're dead? tell Uncle Sam I said
I ain't goin' to war for a shit
of a loss of blood cells
Bullet shells, glass is shattered
Shit gets torn and tattered
Niggas brains is splattered on sewage drains when they be goin'
.jpg/237px-Juvenile(rapper).jpg "Juvenile")
Discuss these war shit by juvenile Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In