[Juvenile:]
I hate to be doin` 5 but 10 even worse
I`ma take it before the district attourney strike worse
Beside he know what I did and they got evidence
And I`m not about to play with them people inteligence
Muthafuckaz try to stay, peep me at my residence
Chargin` me for homicide, they say it was negligent
Fuck it, I`ma accept my lick when it come to me
Now let me see how many of these bitches gon` run for me
Shit, my breath funky with a migraine headache
Big pissed off cause I know I made a mistake
But that`s what I get fuckin` with pussy ass niggaz
And 2 dollar hoes that`ll trade you for cash figures
They did that. but I got a way to get `em back
Not with the police though Juve ain`t no rat
Nigga tell me shit I done fallen for the end
And you woulda had that dick look when you`d caught that 10
[Chorus:[ Juvenile (2x)]]
You gon` take `em (Five)
Are you gon` take that shit to trial
And gon` be denied
Violate probation when you just got caught, with that ride
That alibi ain`t gon` work
Ain`t it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin` that dirt
[Juvenile:]
All the money in the world can`t even move you
Your lawyers tryin` to fuck you, the judge tryin` to lose you
The district attourney don`t give a fuck about y`all
Cause he gotta run run for office again in the fall
So everything he cross examine he tryin` to fuck over
Grudges on his shoulder, tryin` to read his quota
You wastin` ya time boy when you wastin` they time
Cause they`ll start off with a nickel and try and give you a dime
You think I`m lyin`, go ask my cousin KC
You think I`m lyin`, go ask my cousin Ducky
Both of my niggaz just cam home from doin` a bit
Both of my niggaz know what encarceration is
Lil Daddy, you fightin` a war you can`t win
Your guilty as charged soon as them people stand up in
So accept ya lick, you got caught with more than a brick
And you ain`t gon see the streets `til two-thousand and six
[Chorus:[ Juvenile (2x)]]
[Juvenile:]
It`s sharks out here boy, niggaz be rattin`
You be up in penitentiary and don`t know what happened
Law, you`re tellin` me you`re wanted for murder and kidknappin`
Short on they information so they lyin` and scrappin`
You don`t want to be in jail that ain`t you`re place
When your child graduate you gon` look her in the face
Tell her lil wodie out there hustlin` somewhere across the nation
All in the projects, take that probation
Believe it or not, you be up in the cell block
Far away from home where you can`t eeven sell rocks
Bitches ain`t on your side like up in the bricks
Cause once you up in the jailhouse they searchin` for that dick
Sco` no, cho` no, I`m single
My man up in jail, I can still mingle
I`m my own woman, fuck who, what, or when
My man can`t whip me, cause he doin` ten
[Chorus:[ Juvenile (4x)]]
