Lyrics:
[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin'
be mine and I could be yours
Flying so high like birds we can soar
Wanna come inside just open the door
Time of our lives what we waiting for?
We'd be
you feel like a wimp
Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit
Got you all up in your feelings and shit
Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga
I'm goin out baby uzi, style
Catchin bodies like I hit skins
The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard
More four-five, motherfucker die
My crew is
he knocked out
I step by Boozilla, my nigga told 'em like, "Not my dawg"
I wit' some juveniles, they doped up, Lil D ain't never fold up
So when he
they known to be a Juvenile just like me
Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife
Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa
don't give a fuck who you are (Hot Hot)
What do ya call a nigga that play it like its the ball (Hot Hot)
(Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot)
the '80s juvenile Brooklyn
Where cats was like: "Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin."
Now someone else is taking a ride with what's mine
So I had
threw a rope on me
Pick on dead brains like the vulturs be
Build like construction
Bring plans destruction
Malfunction your internet with intelect
These
now you're gonna have to get it
As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it
Ack like you want it, what, bring the drama
now you're gonna have to get it
As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it
Ack like you want it, what, bring the drama
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
games
Make the wrong move, your own brother gon' slime ya out and bust your brain
I live a rockstar lifestyle, on probation as a juvenile
Since a youngan
doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all
What I can tell y'all except suck dick and swallow
Yeah you look good but can you walk like a model
Bitch I pop collars
like water
Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
Had this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mine
Got hustlin'
to put on they leather seat
But, for open court charges three time
Felony on one rap sheet
What the fuck I look like
Choppin' trees and pickin' cotton
When
niggaz step up when I bust a cap
Niggaz drop like (whistle) splat
keep joking here and gone show you what I'm bout
Respect my mind or get your brains
red
It's a cryptic world
It is design to stress your head
See the juveniles a dead and the hungry nah get fed
Leaders abuse the system left we inna
{Sound of a helicopter}
[Officer 1]
Juvenile
You are not a soldier
Put down your soldier rag and ground the chopper
If you don't we
repaired
So I carried on day-by-day
I couldn't let anyone notice
I knew that I had to focus
On my work like a clerk
Cause that's the only sign that I'm not
Will keep on tea baggin'
Cause this battle's the election! Anyone with
Half a brain can see
You and your gamers must
Have forgotten your campaignin'
they known to be a Juvenile just like me
Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife
Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa
the Netherlands
Never land if it ain't Neverland, hold it there, hello?
Eyo, what's up? If your schedule ain't too tight
Party goin' down, my place, tonight, we got
Chorus:
I take It off your shoulder
Nigga I'm thuggin in the magnolia
You better do what I told ya
Unless you want to get fuck over
[Juvenile]
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