Lyrics:
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
Throw the hands up (boasters)
Throw the hands up (Mac)
You know how Mac come through on the club tip
Everybody real deep on that thug shit
Cop Cris'
wieder authentischen Shit
Wer von uns beiden ist länger im Biz?
Bruder, was geht, guck, wie ich leb
Die Wohnung wär locker bei MTV Cribs
Kämpfe im Käfig
blue thoughts Light me up a Newport
Young lost juvenile growing up in New York
Life wasn't easy ironic my name is Eazy
I tell you half the shit I seen
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
talk shit I follow through
once the kite is sent
I might get bent, but still planted
no second thoughts, 'cause my conscience is demandin
for
to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
War ready,
I ain't gon' lie, you got me cryin' with a hard dick (amen)
How I love you so much that I hate this shit?
I get it get it, I (don't stop)
You
the street
Come together like bredda and mek crime decrease
Anuh the brute force weh used by police
If a that a civil war and we must slew the beast
Whole heap
Alright den
We onnat
I'm on some hot boy shit
Foreal
They ain't bouta pop this shit like me
Like Weezy F and Juvenile type shit
I'm talm bout some
Travellin, goin in and out, a juvenile delinquent
Meat-colored so you know I got a heart
Automatically, but I made it far
In the game, fame, fortune, get
All is, all is fair in love and war
Level with me you got the floor
On my sleeves my heart I wore
Red and waving I ignore
It will work and yes I
they play they bound to lose a life
We was living wild, I got some things I gotta figure out
Been traumatized since the juvenile
If you let me stay
the Spooks and eh Spooks
No bullshittin last chance to start quittin before we start trippin
On leisure start start rippin ??????? I'm callin shit that you
a castle instead
And get fed some grace by Miss USA
[Hook (Juvenile)]
How can I make a million?
Without tha feds investigating my building
I know niggas
nose dirty,
Playa haters wanna kill me,
Juvenile I know you feel me,
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,
Refuse to let 'em steal me,
Nigga fuck ya, I'ma
in love with the motherfucking chick there's at least a million of?
They say love the one you with, but this shit is killing us
Our love's on some
a deuce up with both eyes closed
A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post
But it's a beautiful day outside
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
He's just a lonely child searching for the chosen one
Knocked to the ground, he is beaten down just for fun
Seduced by his despair, all he knows
Vietnam if you study history
What you learn is that
Wars are always accompanied
By lies wars are always
Accompanied by deception
[Trick Daddy]
I just hope y'all niggas know
That when it's time that you niggas gotta be ready for war
You niggas gotta be prepared
You niggas gotta
that can hold his own
Papa left me at war
In the Croix-des-Bouquets slums out in Haiti
I used to hunt for my
Food like wolves hunt sheeps
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