[Juvenile]

I'm pot, and I can't say shit about skillet

If you got a spot movin sellin bricks I can feel it

Done mapped it all out, done made some phone calls

We all got big dreams of seein the project ball

After all, seperation is the downfall

Instead of a chain of command niggaz wanna shot call

That overnight money could be lose-your-life money

Everybody want the crooked instead of the right money

And then I ain't no better either, cause I lead a

life of crime if I gotta fight for mine

Look - somebody ain't leavin with a stripe this time

Y'all don't want a drunk nigga gettin hype with nines

My ex-girl done told me I can't see my children

I hope nobody play with me cause I might kill them

Shit, motherfuckers ain't never satisfied

If you think niggaz don't have problems - they lied



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You niggaz think we don't have problems? They lied to ya

You niggaz think we ain't with problems? Look they lied to ya

You niggaz think we all hoes? Look they lied to ya

Y'all think we dirty in our nose? Look they lied to ya

You niggaz think we don't have problems? Look they lied to ya

You niggaz think we ain't with problems? They done lied to ya

You niggaz think we all hoes? They done lied to ya

Y'all think we dirty in our nose? They done lied to ya



[Baby]

Fa sho' wodie

Don't get me fucked up, cause you seen me on a movie

We keep it real hood when we do a fuckin movie

You saw us on the video, playin with hoes

But you can find me in my ghetto nigga, totin a fo'-fo'

I'm real with this shit nigga we dash on five-oh

A big dice game nigga fuck them five-oh's

I keep the same game nigga crack a guerilla hoe

I play the same thangs but my prices get cheaper though

I pull up in the Range Rover twenty inch mo-mo's

I been through hard times, that nobody know

Slang dimes crack times you could believe that wo'

Comin through in the Bentley V-12 y'know

Ten a ki is the price and we don't love no hoes

Water whip playin games slangin bad ya-yo

Jam him up and bust his head while he on that dope

I got a bad feelin so I needs to go

Fa sho' - you understand? Nigga outta line?

You better bust his motherfuckin head wodie



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[Juvenile]

I'm the motherfucker killed your boy, and what?

You gon' do somethin bout it? Bitch nigga then stand up

I'm not responsible for all the people that's gon' bitch out

And innocent bystanders, that be up on yo' blocks

Ain't no encyclopedia could teach me the hood

How to not give out no credit and distribute the goods

How police gon' hound me, investigate 'round me

Catch me with a firearm them bitches gon' down me

And I'm beefin with the biggest nigga in the city with work

Ain't no tellin who he got workin for him in (?)

If I hurt, then you hurt, you got work? I take yours

I gotta records durin the season like the Lakers

It's not for fun I got a gun you try to run I'm poppin one

I'm to' up from the flo' up, just look at what the block done done

I can't sleep - cause I'm too far in it

I took over this motherfucker cause I knew y'all finished



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[Juvenile]

F'real man I ain't tryin to disrespect none of you niggaz out chea

If you do what you do, do it well

KnowhatI'msayin? I ain't playa hatin I'm congratulatin

I'm tryin to teach you niggaz how to get offa these streets

And how to accumulate money, so you can be successful

like the rest of these niggaz that are out chea, that's on TV

These niggaz on MTV, BET, The Box and what have we

All you niggaz could be successful

But I want y'all motherfuckers to know we suffer just like y'all

Man we go through it, we been through it

But I'll slang iron if I gotta protect mine, believe that