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Now you can't hang around, my crew or my clique,
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Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit,
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You can't hang around, my crew or my clique,
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Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit
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[First Verse:]
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Kirby's round the corner playin' bones with Russ,
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I'm waitin' for my bitch to get off of the bus,
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She told me she could make it to my house by twelve,
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So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves,
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She came to, I had a blunt to blow,
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After that, I'ma be ready to fuck this hoe,
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I ran up in it for an hour or so,
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Put her back in the bus and took a route to the store,
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Picked up some brew for the rest of my crew,
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And a couple of cigars for a blunt or two,
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Headed for the D.J. Way on Teledonna,
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Now this area was all about drama,
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Hoes was sweatin', I had my shades on,
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Ready to put the dick on any bitch that I played on,
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Now what's the haps with you and your clique?
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I don't think you want no more gangsta shit,
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Mo I can roll, I'm just a baller from the South,
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Ready to knock any muthafuckin' pussy out,
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I got bitches on the side wanna ride with nine,
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But don't understand the way that I kicks the style,
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But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a nigga from the Nolia,
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I'm goin' out everytime when I kick I'm like a solja,
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Niggas don't understand the way that I flow,
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The fliz-no is slow, so check this out bro
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[Chorus]
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[Second Verse:]
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I kicks the shit that make them niggas say "ooh",
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That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
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I'm from the, wild side of the city,
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What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' crazed Frank Nitty,
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I'm not the old days nigga that's comin' with the gats,
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Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at?
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Give me a bag of powder, watch me twitch,
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I might go crazy and wanna kill in this bitch,
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I seen a lot of niggas talk shit about me,
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But don't know a muthafuckin' thing about me,
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So keep my name outta your mouth and you just might just don't see the glock,
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POP everytime I see your ass on my block,
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Shop close for the hoes, that used to think that Juv would trick,
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But bitch how you feel? Cuz you ain't got shit,
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Niggas wanna play these games and don't know,
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That I am the wickedest one you know bro,
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I'm just a nigga from off the side,
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So what's up? I'm bout to rock in the house, right?
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Microphone check one two, now what's the haps?
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It's time for me to put my neighborhood on the map,
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I'm from the neighborhood of the wild Magnolia,
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Home of the killas, the trillas, the soljas,
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Droppin' muthafuckas like an everyday habit,
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If I see your fine, sexy bitch, I'ma stab it,
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Comin' from my head, my skin tone is red,
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Ready to put the muthafuckin' black boy to bed,
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I ain't never was afraid of no war,
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Cuz where I come from, we snort powder and we roar
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[Third Verse:]
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I'm in the Nolia, lookin' for the Poppers,
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Took me a hit off the blunt, then I spot her,
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Hoe that I know, bout twenty years of age,
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A pepper-red bitch with extensions in her head,
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Now she was the type to put you in a plot ball,
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Her last old man done got his head knocked off,
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But fuck I want the pussy so let's see what she's about,
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She gave me the phone number and the address to her house,
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I passed by late, she stayed on South Mero,
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Walked in the door with my three eight zero,
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Popped on that ass, got her nothin', I was outty,
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Now she calls me sayin' how she feel about me,
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"Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
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"Won't you just come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
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Now, if I was King, just imagine that shit,
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I'd have the Queen back smackin' that bitch,
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Now drop to your knees and kiss, and you tease,
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Of that, hell of a guy Mister J-U-V,
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I want riches, fuck bitches and them hoes,
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No better than a sweater, fella, cuz I won't let her,
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Hoe blow my head off, and take me off ground,
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Knowin' inside that a bitch could bring me down,
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Juvenile let a hoe trap me?
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That ain't the hamp, I'm on the map aiyyo I'm in the house,
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And I'm on the map G
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U Can't C Me
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| Juvenile |
