niggas real So I know I got to play it light I gotta watch what I do cause I'm on my second strike But if I ever fall agian I'm history So I'm a keep
I get another chance nigga That's dat azz nigga And you could trust that nigga I put on my first like 50 states I got 50 rounds to split yo muther fucking grape I
Ace a spade of spades nigga [Juvenile] Boss you wouldn't believe what happend ta me Last night I got hit for a package of ki's Who was it? Man I'ont
million dollar nigga these bithces run after me I got a gold and crome Beretta I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor And I can bet a - hundred G's and my
U-P-T soldier can't stop me, with the bullets I throw, and the K's I tote and the weed i smoke, and the corners i done sew Who, you not ready uh uh not
you? listen You can run but you can't hide I come wit a gun, cock, aim, fi Late at night I will ride maan When I spin a bend niggas die maan, Fa Real
stop boy I got diamonds and gold and I tote my strap Got my Reeboks and baus and I ride on platinum Hot Girls who I'm after from the UTP Wodie I got
with VL Street I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang Far as they can, cause I'm a thug to the
. last month I'ma play the hotel I missed my court date I ain't tryin' to end up in jail I'ma put up some mail in case I have to make bail I'ma still
's how we do these things I run with Juvenile, that nigga so wild Get buck like the fuck, I'm glad I use Dial Now who the fuck I are? I'm a superstar
support his habit Them people rollin', so I gotta do what I can I gotta pound of that sand I picked up from the man The luxuries I gotta have it, black
I'm a tell you about Jesus who's the leader of the new school You thinking you's cool you emcees is lost boys Got no cash money you juvenile like some hot boys I
run across the border mama? (I'll go cross the border papa) Mr. (Mr. Mr.) I know the fuck you heard give me head while I drive Bitch, I like to swerve I
real loud so you can feel my vibe I got a long way to go, I'm just gettin' started I'm 26 years old and I'm still retarded I ain't talking about handicapped
I can't see it, nigga try ta make me out a bitch I can't be it I had a muthafuckin' problem with niggas like freed me You probably can save y'all self
gun for it, gun for it Ya betta run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run Get cha
gets experienced, And besides I'm just a juvenile delinquent. So I was gone, and I'm on my way home, My momma's going to get me, and I flee with (? ? ? ).