[Juvenile]
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We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white
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We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
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We'll tell a nigga, "Fuck ya!" and be waitin' outside for him
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Bust him up and see how many niggas gon' ride for him
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Play the project bricks and watch for the law
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Nigga come to my section, we to they section and ward
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We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
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Spankin' niggas that be showin' off with they broads
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Nigga catch a felony... he takin' his charge
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Niggas turnin' state... we rapin' the boy
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It's a hard life we livin'... they 'bout they drama
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We earn stripes for killin'.. I'll attack like a rhino
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Some of the time... motherfuckers be off they bases
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Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
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Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces
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But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's
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[Chorus2x B.G.]
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Man, pop that nigga
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Man, kill that bitch
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Man, shoot that nigga
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Man, spank that bitch
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Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
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Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch
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[Juvenile]
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Stay from 'round here, I tell ya.. these niggas ain't cool
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Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool
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We be duckin' off in the hallways.. and in the cuts
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Gettin' the fuck when ATF is pullin' up
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People in the projects say, "Them niggas ain't shit"
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They hustle all night for brand new outfits
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You're fuckin' right... that's how it is on the block
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Real duck T-shirt, 'Bauds, and ReeBoks
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Camouflage around the neck and the dome
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Fucked-up attitude totin' a chrome
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Fighting for weed, nigga ain't ever goin' home
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Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of (?)
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We ain't tryin' ta see the jailhouse
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But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
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Know what I'm sayin', lil' daddy
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We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
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Kick in a nigga door and punish the whole clique
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[Chorus2x]
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[B.G.]
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Come through the hood where ya hang with a K, and when I see ya
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What I'ma do to ya, I know I wouldn't wanna be ya
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Split your head in half, nigga.. leave ya stressed in the street
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Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet
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I play it raw when I'm in beef, I'm a Hot Boy that's heat
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Get it how ya live is how it is where I be
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Fuck a nigga's how I feel, no nigga steppin' on my toes
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Without feelin' !BLOCKAH! !BLOCKAH! from four-fours
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I'm a dog, with a gun in my hand I cut loose
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You're on the other end of that pistol, it's on you
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Get hit up.. chopped up.. did somethin' awful
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Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin
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Ain't part of my clique, fuck ya nigga
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Don't please me
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I don't love ya nigga, you're no good, playa
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I don't trust ya, nigga
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To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust nigga, what
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[Chorus 4x]
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[B.G. talking]
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Ya heard me
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Put fifty rounds in that nigga's what'cha do that bitch
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Fuck him, ya heard me (fuck him)
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Fuck his whole clique, nigga (fuck 'em all)
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Ya don't like me, I don't like you, nigga (I don't like ya, nigga)
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You don't like me, that mean you don't like my clique
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I don't like you, that mean I don't like you (!blockah! !blockah!)
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The niggas ya fuck with, the niggas you affiliate with, ya heard me
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Any nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga
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Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
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It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
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Fuck all them old bitch-ass niggas throwin' bricks (???????) (fuck 'em all)
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It's real over here, nigga, ya heard me (fuck 'em all)
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We got this here (fuck 'em all) and we holdin' this here down
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Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, nigga
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Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me
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Joe Casey, Travey, ya heard me, all tha shots, nigga
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We comin' through, nigga
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We layin' it down, nigga, and we just doin' what we do
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Keepin' it real
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Cash Money for life
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Fuck That Nigga
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Juvenile |