Lyrics:
Yeah, back to the cash (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Died in the Easter fit before you
Can wear it out, yeah, yeah
I just bought a brand-new ratchet
At my
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
back in time,
Now I'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
Or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
Risk it, ruptured spleens, by the age of 16,
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
You know man
Somebody told me that (laugh)
Dying is easy, Living is hard
Laid back, thinking 'bout life
Hoping for better days I'm trying
back in time,
[B.I.G.]
now i'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
risk it, rupt ur spleens, by the age
Well there was a time when life caught you by surprise.
What you see going by is a shadow.
You've got to live in front of your eyes.
In a typical
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
Thighs and knees
Ice me
Properly
Thinkin I might cut my sleeves
It's juvenile
400 degrees
It's juvenile
400 degrees
Ima hot boy
Be easy
Andale with
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
to take a loss (she went bad on me, y'all)
Damn, it hurts to take a loss
Time passes by, I'm asking, "Why?"
You match my fly, no cap, no lie
Trophy,
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
And if they shooting man we shooting back
They catch a heart attack
Hammer hits pin, you catch fire, there's no coming back
Shooting yeah, we
And if they shooting man we shooting back
They catch a heart attack
Hammer hits pin, you catch fire, there's no coming back
Shooting yeah, we
It's true, I'm a Rubik's a beautiful mess
At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex–
Juvenile voice:
I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad,
You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2
Live and learn as the world turns
We emerge up out the smoke
Watch the world burn
Through Hell n Back inhale the tack
Forever high
Cause life is but
this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck
While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York, New York ready for the likes
nose dirty,
Playa haters wanna kill me,
Juvenile I know you feel me,
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,
Refuse to let 'em steal me,
Nigga fuck ya, I'ma
gon' be you 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,
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you,
crazy
By the way I'm moving to the beat
You're standing on the wall
What you come here for?
You're gonna feel the heat
Dancing next to me
If you
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
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