man i got platny of .. use to be a neighborhood star when i came through now they shout superstar when i come through. so whatcha want i the man where i
me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don
I can't stand Eve Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve I cant stand Eve, Thats
rap vocal No love if I don't know you, fam is so few N-Y streets I flow through, layin low dope, like I'm suppost to Till I'm boku, in the gold coupe
nigga you cant even duck Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper I tote this chopper, I'm quick to stop ya You heard that I'll drop ya I'm runnin wit
your heart I'm that nigga that's on the side that'll pull your ho card You bitch made nigga [Chorus: x2] [Juvenile:] Wodie, ya bitch made, that way
Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, W-Wha, La What it be like Get inside 'fore street lights 17 right I represent 'til I fall under the dirt boy I run wit' Juvenile,
I'm more G Big boss of the south (yea!) Got more diamonds Got more wips Do more shinnin Stack More chicks I'm jus ridin straight profiling Yea I'm smiling
a bag I'm bad to the bone, so I'm illegal Used to dream of being a boss like Bugsy Siegal Here I go, here I go, here I go again I want a thug girl ma,
there I gives a fuck bout you bitches ya'll just hot cause I'm cold Look I've been talking to you bitches, but ain't on no street song Juvenile I know
juvenile cats don't get the big picture, gimme dat vet stacks And go back to your Fisher Price mixa I'm about to hit ya like da pentagon after I take
violate and speak to the Nine I'm a B.K. Son of a gun when I spit 16 bars ya'll rap niggas dial 911 I'm only 14, and ya'll rap dudes ready to run this
ya playin the wrong one) i'll break ya neck nigga (ya playin wit da wrong gun) i use k's to wet niggaz (i'm spraying da whole room) better watch you back
I'm a lil' tiger And I wear....all....black full of that fire And I puff til its gone, boy I'mma a rider Strap up cuz its on What!!....Nigga thinks its
to man up, I had to show the world, what I was made of, What you say Blood, I was a ?slad? 'cause, Now I'm V.I.P., up in Vegas, I'm up in Nike-town, so
says "Tonight's Da Night" So Finesse bring the fat track and I'm sure to rock it I'm living for hip-hop, I'm killing because of hip-hop You can't write
me nigga, nigga come out Fuck, I don't like you either though bitch-ass nigga Boy-ass nigga.. what? Fuck you in ya ass [Chorus] Da da da Da da da da.. hahahaha I
