table, get to the table on time!" Better make up your mind, if you wanna get to the table on time Better get to the table, get to the table on time.
Cowards, non-believers, contradictors, I'm comin' to get ya You try to frame me without the picture Shit, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for life It
the grave) Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid) from the cradle to the grave there's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get
BROKE!) Got to get my hands on some Money, more money Got to get my hands on some [Bushwick Bill:] I was BORN in a cheap-ass hospital Brought to 5th Ward
table I'm unstabile, look in my eyes It's showin' death Fuck right, I go on livin' Wanna see a mil, before I'm killed Get a house on the hills if it's
in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps Collectin' his scratch protection' his snap Use to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper Bitches in your head you keep your eyes on
you not expect us to take another shot But durin' all this time we dont live together Stupid me thought that you would go get your shit together You know..get
plastic, the world that you once told me [Chorus x4: MOI] [K] It's time to get right [M] Flamboyant status [K] Smack a cop [M] N'ia what? [Kool Keith
got my DJ on the table, And they all go by the name of the mighty Fullpack, As we proceed to bring it to you on the turntables, He came on the track cuz
dressed, smokin on some serious dank grabbed my keys off the table and a bid ol bank I hit interstate 80 and I'm rollin joint's still burnin and I'm smokin
cryin [Tec] Which one of you motha fuckers got the nuts to run up on us? Get sliced up by us, when I get to use the Mac ninety Get real grimey, skedatle
, smokin on some serious dank Grabbed my keys off the table and a bid ol bank I hit interstate 80 and I'm rollin Joint's still burnin and I'm smokin'
, non-believers, contradictors, I'm comin' to get ya You try to frame me without the picture Shit, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for life It don't change
cradle to the grave) Back to reality (some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid) from the cradle to the grave just some youngsters on the streets tryin' get
not expect us to take another shot But durin' all this time we dont live together Stupid me thought that you would go get your shit together You know..get
motherfuckin' Tru soldiers Nigga, I'm bustin' me locs but I'm hittin' 'em down with jokes Y'all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope Bitches
brought you here When the night comes He might get on the phone And she's a stuck-up bitch But she lives on her own And he heard her talking dirty
