Juvenile:
Its enemy turf that Im on, so ima play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black calico
Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo sho its bout to go
Niggaz graduated from sellin dope to snortin dope
Gangsta be bustin heads
Lil reggie be bustin heads
K.c., he be bustin heads
Think I aint bout nustin heads
Boddies bled, Ill put infrared up in your cutlass
You play with 226, thats my clique so I say fuck it
Ruckus, war deep, world war iii in the mix
5 hot boy$ runnin, bringin gs to they clique
With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz aint breathin
You recievin, a punishment for not believin
Curly head lookin for me, cause Im hot and word don got loose
Bundles of dope fronted, from the magnolia to the goose
Snitches wanted to testify the shit that they know
Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blow
Look I been walkin way mo, with a coat full of yeh-yo
Nothin but clientele, from 11-5, sale
You dont think its legal, nigga we can take it to the scale
You gon double your money, gon get credit make your bail
Chorus: juvenile (4x)
With that iron, ima roll wit em, momma dont pray for me
I dont back down frome no nigga, they got a place for me
Juvenile:
My biological father, was a sperm donor, around the corner
Was the man that killed lil lanny, who knew wed understand it
That way that, my mother was heartless to her kids
So he took us in his home, and he raised like his own
Now we grown, and we learned responsibility,
The devil tryed to get wit me
To affect all of my dickin inability
But its gon be some shit, when a collision is occurin
Asurin, of me bein a factor, through 97 and after
And ima have to, get my ten percent
Or ima get punished, like the rest of these niggaz and theres evidence
cause ever since all these cars and all these mansions, and all these
Luxuries was givin
You wasnt givin no thanks, to the reason you was livin
So ima keep an open mind and make the right decision
And aint tell you niggaz shit, and put my self in a position
Thats unescapable, cause you capable, of puttin my life in danger
And its causin confusion, confusion draw conclusion
And shootin up some niggaz that pose a threat
Until somebody warns you that youre close to death
Chorus: juvenile (4x)
Mannie fresh:
Dont love ya, dont need ya, so why the fuck would I feed ya
You bitches want my riches, delete ya
Cause its movin, its shakin number one spot takin
Rap shite tight and money we be makin
Clock six figures, with brown beats and triggers
Drinkin from the riggers, poppa said the gon fig us
Everything I make, and everything I drive
Everything I scratch and everything I ride
Touch it, , live for it, you niggaz kill for it
The new juve tape, got you hoes loosin weight
Cant get your life straight, music to masturbate
Juvenile:
Test a, nigga like me boy and you better
Have on your bulletproof sweater, ridin in an armored jetta
Beware of these, thugs in es
Everytime you breathe you recievin a part of me
Look, my lyrics be combustable like gases
When Im grabbin for the mic and performin for your masses
Im never found on the ship thats steady sinkin
Total control and all about self my way of thinkin
Bankin, off top, runnin with them boys from the block
Totin glocks that we only use when we put on the spot
Now I got, a reason to live for than to die
Keepin a tight inventory on my supply, of gettin high
Know when to stop, dont wanna be it, cant even see it
Not even them little niggaz that I be wit
Chorus: juvenile (10x)
Im gettin tired, of this bulshit that we hearin
Im gettin tired, bout to get my iron ready to ride
Ready to ride
Ready to ride
Ready to ride, lil wodie
Momma dont pray for me, I dont back down frome no nigga
Momma dont pray for me, I dont back down frome no nigga
Momma dont pray for me, I dont back down frome no nigga
