[Juvenile]
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Look I'm tryin to live right now
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Make a better place for my kids right now
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Or get out my face is how it is right now
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All I wanna have is my own shit right now..
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So much go through my head all day
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The game situation is be paid or played
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I gotta eat the lottery is not for me it's homicide and robbery
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And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks
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It ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason
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I got away from all that bullshit, that thuggin and thievin
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And as far as this Cash Money shit it's part of my blood
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And we feed each other everyday by showin 'em love
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It don't matter what we came into we gonna stay blood
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And whoever sleepin on it dem dat's gonna wake up
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I need dough to feed me and my people
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To get a pie and eat special from, Julio's
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Fuck ya boy, I don't care, who he know
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Just make sho', that he pay, who he owe
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I ain't tryin to be a bully I just want what I earned
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He's a hardheaded child and it's time to be learned
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[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
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You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
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Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad
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You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
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Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad
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[Juvenile]
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I've seen shit that a child my age, shouldn'ta saw
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They bustin right over the backseat of a stolen car
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I was seven they had to be about nine or ten
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His momma Fay she done ran through who's dyin again
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Damn but I don't really think she mean what she say
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As soon as she smoke that crack, shit done fucked with her head
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Momma gon' love her kids, and they (?) aware
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And if momma don't love her children, then momma need prayer
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Durin the struggles of my life I learned to take heed to shit
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I paid attention to everything that went on in the bricks
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All of the early morning rushes to the late night fights
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I always visioned that one day this would be my life
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Back then it wasn't gravy, the street wasn't right
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Especially in our house, we didn't eat some nights
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On come new technology these days and times
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And it gave us other avenues and ways to grind
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Fuck what you got nigga, I'm makin mine
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I messed up my first lil change, I'ma be straight this time
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To the fullest, always huntin, for it to spend
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I went out and got it dawg, I can do it again
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[Chorus]
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[Juvenile]
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Get off the block lil nigga this my spot lil nigga
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I don't care what you got you get shot lil nigga
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I been thuggin, and I'm lovin my life
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The reason I made it to here because I been livin trife
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For spite stoppin knockin old niggaz off
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Tryin to be the fuckin boss and shotcall
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Ride round in the toughest cars, double R's
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Fuckin over niggaz don't want see me ball
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Now which one of your peers wanna come do this
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I ain't with all of that talkin cause my gun do flip
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Lift niggaz off they feet when they run they lip
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Tryin to tell you bout people, tell you that chick's on chips
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You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
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Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad
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I'm straight off of the street that's why I'm out chea bad
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Comin through yo' door with a bag and a Mag
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[Chorus]
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[Juvenile]
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If you don't like me nigga, nigga come out
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Fuck, I don't like you either though bitch-ass nigga
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Boy-ass nigga.. what? Fuck you in ya ass
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[Chorus]
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Da da da
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Da da da da.. hahahaha
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I don't like you either though
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Punk, pussy, candy-ass nigga
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Wearin another nigga drawers ass nigga
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Take it like a man ya heard me?
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In Ya Ass
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| Juvenile |
