[Verse 1: Juvenile]
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Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
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I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
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didn't do shit with my brothers without makin e'm mad
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couldn't get along with nobody so I just ran with my Dad
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he took me right there where the killas be
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across court from Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
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we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
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started snatchin purses by Wall Greens
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seen Titey get hit up in the melt when I was young
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paramedics couldn't even find his tongue
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thats when I started totin' my heat to call a G
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my family was deep but wasn't goin in that water with me
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right after Mr.Martin's class (??)and me
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straight to Barret think I was worried bout the trulency? please
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got paid for them old timers puttin in work
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like Mr. Frank he sold fruit, watermelons, and herbs
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[Chorus]
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Even though the times was hard
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I didn't fear no man but God
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you lookin at New Orleans crime rate
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right up in the place, soulja's beware this is Juve the great
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Juve the great
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Juve the great
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Juve the great
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this is Juve the great
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Juve the great
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Juve the great
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Juve the great
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this is Juve the great
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[Verse 2: Juvenile]
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Mama thought her son was really doin it tight
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when I was the one out here not doin it right
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until she found my stash she couldn't believe all the weed she found
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shit it must've been a half a pound
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I was thirteen then back when Yoga was caddillac'n it
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my campaign was let a lil nigga get a crack at it
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far from a gangsta but was learnin alot
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ain't just be the one that earnin the pot
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after the turn of the clock I started bankin on the low with the dope
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got slugged up so hoes'll notice me mo'
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tee's, reeboks, and girbauds I had a few (??) to write
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regular hood shit the average niggaz go through in life
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wanted to be a lil gorilla, and more day killas
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(???) and we ball I know they'll flip ya
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I stayed away from them cats who didn't communicate well
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cause them was them niggaz that would've had me in jail
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Juvenile]
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At fifteen I carried alot of wieght on my back
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me and my brother infact, I kept my money intact
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I mad my real power moves soon as Juv' got one
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headed straight to the irish counter nigga who got guns?
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shit my people Bobby and surviva got hit too
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and I heard my name was poppin up in some shit too
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wasn't no cool cans off googlin no more
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it was either cry like a bitch or go sell it and score
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my first case wanted my respect in the worst way
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couldn't tell me shit when I was hungry and thirs-ty
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have a nigga way out his religion ya heard me
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I guess it's punishment to who and never was worthy
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every since I leanred about guns and coke
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I made a vow to myself that I would never go broke
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do what I gotta do to eat
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I probably can't play no sports but I can work these streets
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[Chorus]
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Juve the Great
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Juvenile |