Lyrics:
fun now
Bitch I'm JUVENILE down
Smoke it by the pound pound
Niggas love to hate when you evolve that's what I found out
I was the one they counted out
The juvenile’s going crazy the block’s hot bubbling
Cops been trapping youth by the dozen
Duck hunting on the news they all my cousins…
I used to be, loving hip
Intro:
(Kofie Diamonds)
In the future no black kids will be in prison
(Marko Stat$)
In 2010 approximately 70,000 juveniles were incarcerated
drive
Take us (Drive By)
I go for a ride
I'm a drive taker
Pull up on your side
With some high flavours
Then watch you go down
like a sky scrapper
dem maybe do yuh wrong
Suh mi stay by mi self and gwan sing mi songs
And mi stay focus do dis fimmi gran
So much pain mi been through mi nah talk
But mi
[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't want to do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't
I'm not Pygmalion
Hooked by failure
Ruled as a juvenile
Aged as an infantile
Subject to the ladder
Ruined by affection
Excepted by exception
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
'bout
Let me take you back in time
Rewind to eighty-nine
Little nappy haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces
Thirteen catchin' cases
Indeed,
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
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
times seem out of place when compared with my burdens
Feels I been shot deep in my soul, but the bullet keep turning
Thinking of my juvenile years,
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
(Dolly Parton)
My train of thought was broken by a sudden burst of laughter
Something badly needed to brighten up the chores
Seemed old Mrs.
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
you're tryin' your hardest to get by
Yeah, I could see it in your eyes (oh, I)
I could see it in (I could see it in)
We The Best Music
'Cause I can
To engage in abortive devourement
Cleavers and whisks, my tools of dissection
A gas powered stove my crematory
The fridge acts as the juvenile's
juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doing my best to not ruin your expectations
And meet 'em, but first, the "Speedom" verse
in it
As a juvenile caught cases so fluently
Look at my life and learn from it, don't do it
If I only knew back then what I know now
How much better
just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
She puts a jacket on my
of there
Juvenile
She say drop it like it hot
Everything litty I love when it’s hot
Started from scratch like Vinyl
God
Godfather flow
Glock by the flo’
with
So ride with yourself
I'm a juvenile
They telling me get down for they wealth
No getting high
Cause when you gettin' high
You needing some
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