Lyrics:
the trunk
Fuck the funk, pass the puck
And parade on Upper Lassgate
The charge in the city is still perform for Petacky
In that case it must be Naughty for
da house all yo life go to juvenile once and now you field nigga that’s the main reason ion feel Nîggas when it was smoke I had to drill niggas
I’m
talk in sign language, ya'll don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd
Stop lyin' lie for what
Steer a whip, drive it up, steer
with me don't fuck with me don't
Fuck with me by fifty percent
Dead or alive by fifty percent for
The next thousand years stanley Kubrick, ye
ever fuck a black guy
Or do anal, or do a gang bang
It's kinda crazy, that's all considered the same thing
Well I guess a lot of niggas do gang bang
the death I was sellin'
and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
if I didn't
feel
Hook
B.G.:
You fuck with Lil' Turk, you fucking with the whole crew
Juvenile:
I feel like I'mma lose my life for this
I feel like I'mma have
the right
To stop you
I gave it my all for you
I gave it
I gave it my all
I gave it
I gave it my all
I gave it
I gave it my all
Just for you
I gave it my all
im from cross da track
Hot boy since a juvenile I went to school wit Soulja rags
Yea I fuck wit Pooh not Gucci artist but the one from bragg
Hit the yo
Verse One: Everlast
Johnny was a bad boy, he was juvenile delinquent
He had his picture on the wall of every precinct
He had a rep of hanging out
Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you know my
to play me out and KRS-One knew it
He reached for his pistol but it was just a waste
Cos my 9 millimeter was up against his face
He pulled his pistol
I told my heart that you needed time for yourself, it's fine
(Ooh)
I camouflage my tears (tears)
And you wear your disguise
And 'round I go
ground
You know that you've turned the tide
Life's too short, you gotta realize
The days go by, turn into years
Rock and Roll, its just a way
If you'da told me that it'd take me all my life to get over you
I knew for a night, girl, I'd be drinkin' 'bout you
But it's years gone by and I'm
words away?
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
La-di-da-la-di-da-dai-dai-dai
More than words
La-di-da-da-di-da
Now
Da-da, dum-dum
Drove by your house and noticed it was overgrown
Your flowers are all dead and I thought you should know
What happened to your
(B.G.)
I took off fuck the law
Lookin for B.G.
Sayin that I killed a nigga around the club last week
Get out the same ride in a big body
So
of me feelin' sorry for myself
Gonna get me somethin'
[Verse 1:]
You were, supposed to, make the plans it's not like
We got, all the girls, waitin'
to da I, I to da T
Ying to the Yang, up in this thang
D to da roc
My Nigga Kaine, open it cut
Pouring it up, rolling it up
Holing it up, ain't her
Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you
to da I, I to da T
Ying to the Yang, up in this thang
D to da roc
My Nigga Kaine, open it cut
Pouring it up, rolling it up
Holing it up, ain't her
to da I, I to da T
Ying to the Yang, up in this thang
D to da roc
My Nigga Kaine, open it cut
Pouring it up, rolling it up
Holing it up, ain't her
peace, blood
It'll never end for Soulja Slim, rest in peace, thug
Niggas changing by the hour, this is me, thug
They killed this nigga's son, now they
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