Lyrics:
If your own brother blood was taken by, your enemy, Steve?
Who has been looking all around for you!
But too much beng beng
Show some love a-town
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
I feel like the streets are takin over
Never stayin sober, the brain over and over backtrack
My stack's fat, I used to take new
One love to my
die, die
Mi say mi oh mi oh my my
Your brains are like cherry pie, pie
Me a crazy zumbie cartel
Forget what your mama done said
Me eat all your brains
the bitch gets back, oh, oh, oh
Eat meat on Friday, that's all right
I even like steak on a Saturday night
I can bitch the best at your social do's
I
on your belly, gimme the key
What is it gonna be, what it is gonna see?
When your blutter don't mean
And I keep tryna wipe it off, like, "Nigga, what's
old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art exhibit
I did real good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper,
Hope I'm able to make this right turn right here or I'm fucked.
Lil' whodi that I'm with, ballin' up like a bitch.
Instead of tryin' to retaliate by
I sit
We oughta do our bit to capture it tonight
You look nice
What's your name?
You smell nice
What's your name?
I like you
What's your name?
I like
of some solid advice
There's a painfully simple solution
It's as plain as the nose on your face
By Gad!
By Gosh!
By Heck!
By Gum!
By Rabbit's Foot!
By
got a dose of your love, hooked like Fentanyl (Fentanyl)
They say the later you wait to quit, the harder you fall (you fall)
You took me to your
dumb, and blind to see
And our love will burn forever
Is what I'd say if this wasn't all a dream yeah, we're all so juvenile
Why don't you put down your
the mirror really me
I'd like to run through Central Park carve your initials in the bark
Of every tree I pass for every one to see
I feel that I've gone
was a young fool
And then they didn't believe it was little Juv
Then the thing I did made you change your mind
Like freak named Sharon
Said she was big
i'm like a yet a
Night.
[Chorus: x 2]
[Juvenile]
She know about grill and want to see my teeth and if we every bumb heads she want to be my
your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran, off tha set, like a bitch
And if you stay, it's trigga play
Motherfucker, you get split
And once it's on,
Juvenile:
I hate to be doin' 5 but 10 even worse
I'ma take it before the district attourney strike first
Beside he know what I did
Spiv: I was born a slum gutter infantile,
Brute-force educated, delinquent juvenile.
I am a product of mass produced factory fodder,
Streets full
Got stripes like a tiger, so you might get mauled, a mic in the palms
Like claws, I can swing right for your jaw and rip it off with one swipe
Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good
My twenty-five weighs a ton so run
I'm cockin back on your black ass be and it's like that
it's like to be loved by you
I will love being loved by you
In these dreams I've loved you so
That by now I think I know
What it's like to be loved
I trained wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen
like rain
Bout to leave your body stankin'
Nigga fuck what you sayin'
Lil Keenan, Blaxuede, and Turk, Lil Wayne
We bring da pain
With the muthafuckin'
all these names and labels that I can't memo- (what the fuck?)
'Rize, now my antennas
Are up on this PC shit, I'm finna
Go out on my shield like
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