Lyrics:
life, shit, I got guys that gotta free
Juveniles don't get no life at seventeen, he was eighteen
They gave him life so we gotta pray and believe
in the streets
I'm fully in it bitch, your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it, go 'head let you warm up the crowd for me
I hate to even be like
D-Diego
Bongo By The Way
Pray to Virgil for the new Patek, it's about time
Niggas saying they outside, they just online
Taking over since
They'll just fuck you from behind
Want war?
(Well) War we'll give
(We'll be rocking this) Bandana
(Well) So you can't see shit
I don't wanna blow
vile
Treated me like I was juvenile
Expected of me to stand by and sit idle
You stuck it to me when I was feeling hostile
You were seeing other men
in that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat
It don't take long, for my juvenile
As -30 below
So me And my heater we close
I had went shopping
When I was just out in Dubai
And I did that shit just to post
I aint missing no meals
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
heading
I don Paid my dues we war ready
I Dey with my goons we war ready
We War ready we war ready
We war ready we war ready
Came from the grounds yeah we
a spade of spades nigga
[Juvenile]
Boss you wouldn't believe what happend ta me
Last night I got hit for a package of ki's
Who was it? Man I'ont know some
they call me jack n the box
My shit is so dope, its like cracking a pop
shine that light on me, put that light on me
Cause I was sent to the world, by G
some bitch stinkin gentle
Go reshine yo symbol and rethink yo demo
If fifth was a fifth we'd both be drunk
And if it hurt my shit he'd be dead in
face
Off-like strippers I'ma take off stop dis
Not dis cause I got dis nigga
And I'm a hot shit
Hot Boys And Juvenile my wordies
Help me say dis shit
As a kid, I was known, son of a thug
Snub-nosed .38 in the glove, who can relate with us
Never had an easy life, shits way out
Clips spray out,
Now what y'all want me to do
Keep your shit the hardest
It's about to go down
Niggas is ready to start this war that's for sure
They can come
no peace
For an adolescent nigga to rap, to be a thinker
Bud smokin' twenty-four seven, everyday drinker
Got my diploma but I never learned shit in
a nefarious death
For the ones we protect? A precarious theft
Of the juvenile's craft for innocence
To ridicule with diligence
Their muted, youthful elegance
spare nuh rod & spoil nuh damn child juvenile affy cry me wave de belt high
Bout yuh ah chop Ee line and still naav a dime likkle bit too prime so wait
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
a different hustle
Sprawled on your face
Drug wars
Growin' up raw cause violence the case
Had to move along
Quiet it's kept
Spoken words got you dealt
BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - see'mon!
What why'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut
What
Yeah, we goin' to war, yeah we going to war
(Treetime)
Fuck the war you wanted
This the war you gettin'
Fuck the war you wanted, this the war you
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
This imitation game
Music is all the same
This imitation game
Everybody imitating Juvenile's "Ha"
I don't have creativity, anything ha
Are you
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