Lyrics:
know how we do it haHaHaHa
Shit half the times we
Fought and caused trouble
My closest road dog
It was cool 'cause I love you
Fuck what they talkin'
walk while Don shot speak
Di life of a gangsta is bitter and sweet
Surrounded by snitches and low life creep
Dirty cop who stick on like leech
juvenile obsessions oh this shit is a blessing
Like oh this shit is a blessing way too far from impressive sneakers under her dresses
If knew then what I
juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got
juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got
livin' in a war, baby
I fuck the baddest bitches in foreign whips
I'm talkin' fat ass and fake tits, and I ain't even have a car, baby
I do this shit for
perfect
The delivery flawless
And it always feels like I'm hittin' the mark
'Til I go sit in the car
Listen and pick it apart
Like, "This shit is garbage!"
It's a block war
Strap yo nuts on and go outside
It's a block war
The only way to win is if they die
It's a block war
Gotta turn evil and go slide
to the
Front with the weak shit
I'm the one you can't get with
Beware or you'll get hit
With a loose and very clever combination
I'm tearing up the competition
sensação yhhhh yhhhhhh
Eu Sou músico não um criminal
Tantas olhos em um juvenile
I told my bro music is the shadow am in love
Said I told my bro music
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few
slapped this foolish brat
Come on swing me boys
Swing it brother swing
[9th Prince over Chorus]
Word up, let's take 'em to war, son
Show 'em how it should
ones
And like set a Grammys up for the real ones like
How you forget about Boosie?
how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim?
Shit, how you forget
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
Juvenile]
I ain't tryna talk a hole in yo head
But I can tell you didn't excel what them hoes done said
Starrin at my neck and my wrist 'cause my shit is
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
of tha shit he did
he had a bad attitude
nigga selfish and rude
one day he got in a fight in gloom and he gone killed a dude
thats when A.T.F. got hot
'em
And the lil' bitch say she ready to eat, bitch, you gon' wait
Be with real killers everyday, we look each other in the face
And steppin' on shit
[Juvenile]
I makes the money, I don't let the money make me,
Business as good as usual 'cause it's a great street,
My life is like a see-saw, I
Nigga we ready for war
Nigga we ready for war
Nigga we ready for more
We bring that shit to your door
Nigga we ready for war
Nigga we ready for war
I was handcuffed
Multiple fights in juvenile, I had to get my hands up
Kicking in them doors, shit I had to get my bands up
If it's pressure with
was Farmer
Shorty got the death wish, I wish to die
But when I try, it just goes by
You couldn't kill me because I can't kill myself
And if I got
shit
I learned that from the G's
A G is a overseer, the overseer sees
More than you do cause he gets experience
And besides I'm just a juvenile
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