Juvenile:

It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma 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' it's 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 ain't 'bout nustin' heads

Boddies bled, I'll put infrared up in your Cutlass

You play with 226, that's my clique so I say fuck it

Ruckus, war deep, World War III in the mix

5 Hot Boy$ runnin', bringin' G's to they clique

With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz ain't breathin'

You recievin', a punishment for not believin'

Curly head lookin' for me, cause I'm 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 don't think it's 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, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me

I don't 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 we'd 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 d