Lyrics:
a gift to get the fuck up out it I had, love and hate for the hood
It took the ones that i love held the ones that was blood
You can't learn this in class
kids at the park cause they can come outside and play, cause it ain’t no victims being corrupted by the system they get paid to fry our brains
CHORUS
on a
Driveby, finger the cops
Yeah when they ride by (Byrdgang)
Squally, is what they scream, fuck it
As I polly wit' my team puff it
We on the scene rugged
Yeah,
alibi ain't gone work
Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four
man, I hope she fine
Let her know I tried, let her know I said hi
Miss it when you and I
Against the world like kids in juvenile
Side by side like
too sloppy, but tonight gone be a dream
I might fuck another bitch and make some mo problems fa me
Scene by scene I stack a movie
Greatest shit
trying to get it on his own
I promise mommy I will bring all the money home
Grown man rap shit I don’t fuck with you cats
Fuck face niggas want to hear
the roll (By the roll)
If it ain't 0's don't go (Don't do it)
Know the game play rolls (Roll)
Me cold I know (I know it)
Started with a dream, turned it
- 0.75X]
[Juvenile]
I'm the motherfucker killed your boy, and what?
You gon' do somethin bout it? Bitch nigga then stand up
I'm not responsible for
for these bitches
Get to da money
I'm getting this paper
Get to da money
Serve niggas like a waiter
Get to da money
Give fuck bout no hater
Get to da
Front line bodies that will die for the culture
So if you're with me let me hear you count it down, it goes
"One, fuck, three, two"
Raised in a place
da glug down liquor
Life goes on for all the day trippers
Starts off small but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter it may all be better
[Wayne]
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionaires
So take it there
[Juvenile]
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer,
Yea
All this ice on ain’t gotta turn the lights on
When u in the jungle gotta watch out for the pythons
U wanna run ya money up then get it right
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
(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin'
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
He has been in for glory in his first Court appearance
Since he was captured by US Marshals last month
The juvenile court judge decided that He
hve a strap ina him waste.
Dem ya mad dog ya no cuss neither trace
Yu beta level up yu head space.
A poverty a fuck up da worl ya
Make every man
said so
Niggas knew I was a nut case, quick to blast
Livin' underage, but he'll blaze on yo' bitch ass
Is there a Heaven for a G?
And if it is, will
of hash
Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
It's like she loves me, she loves me not
'Cause her friends pump her head full of bullshit a lot
I
it)
I was responsible for killin' John Candy
Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'll shit on anybody, truly yours
the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for
Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
this is Juve the great
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Mama thought her son was really doin it
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