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Juvenile
Juvenile


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Настоящее имя Terius Gray
Дата рождения 26 марта 1975 г.
Место рождения New Orleans, Louisiana United States
Жанры Hip-hop
Rap
Годы 1994—н.в.
Лейблы Atlantic Records
Cash Money Records
E1 Music
Сайт Website



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Альбом Juvenile


Reality Check (07.03.2006)
07.03.2006
1.
Reality Check Intro
2.
3.
4.
Sets Go Up (feat. Wacko)
5.
Rodeo (feat. Dre)
6.
7.
Loose Booty (feat. Eightball and Skip)
8.
Way I Be Leanin' (feat. Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Skip, and Wacko)
9.
10.
11.
I Know You Know (feat. Trey Songz)
12.
Keep Talkin' (feat. Skip and Redd Eyezz)
13.
Rock Like That (feat. Bun B)
14.
Why Not (feat. Skip)
15.
16.
Addicted (feat. Brian McKnight)
17.
Holla Back
18.
Pop U (feat. Fat Joe and Ludacris)
19.
Say It To Me Now (feat. Kango of Partners-N-Crime)
*
Come Out Your Laundry (feat. Skip; iTunes bonus track)
. . .

Reality Check Intro

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. . .



[Juvenile]
That's right, it's crunch time now fellas
No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement
C'mon

To all my people on them corners I consider as dogs
I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all
I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary walls
Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all
Talk to 'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy
Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be
Fuck him! Ah-listen to me, I got the remedy
Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki'
Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy
Cause you gon' be a cellmate or wind up as a memory
Yeah, and I could give a fuck if you kin to me
My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede

[Chorus]
Get ya hustle on, nigga get ya hustle on [4X]
We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it!
We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it!

[Juvenile]
The loamin hard sparkle like glass
Main bitch right behind me lookin sharp in the Jag
Security say you don't know me so I talk to 'em bad
If a nigga want somethin I got somethin for his ass
Choppers - I'm already knowin that it's a G thang
Ever since they tried to drown a nigga on the east bank
Everybody need a check from FEMA
So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina
Get money! And I ain't gotta ball in the Beemer
Man I'm tryin to live, I lost it all in Katrina (damn)
And nobody cares what the police thank
Everybody fuckin with ki's cause it's a street thang

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Wodie! You really feelin your folks
Just them crackers behind them desk-es that ain't hearin us though
We starvin! We livin like Haiti without no government
Niggaz killin niggaz and them bitches is lovin it
Fuck Fox News! I don't listen to y'all ass
Couldn't get a nigga off the roof with a star pass
Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land
'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash
Get your mind right, nigga get your money up
You're movin a little somethin, but you ain't done enough
Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna want a cut
Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' haveta fuck you up


. . .



[Chorus]
Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block
Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"}
I had a little drama, I was bout that there
That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"}
I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward
As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes
{"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes
{"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes

[Juvenile]
I got ghosts on my team unseen
And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing
The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard
I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word
Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses
Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb
I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird
Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd
Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at
Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack
If they get'cha won't nobody rat
These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that
We got boy in a lot of crack
Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts
My lil' spot where it was poppin at
Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy
And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me?
Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me
They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty
I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times
Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line
I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it
But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get
We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this
X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius
I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?}
Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe
You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars
Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads
You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve
You my people with this business so I got a job

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now
Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now
I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops
Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop
'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit
Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch
Niggaz get that false courage and buck
But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up
Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up
It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us
Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya
I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya
I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss
Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North
What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none

. . .


(feat. Wacko)

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up [17X]

[Juvenile]
Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah a nigga did some shit back in the days with the pack
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack
You get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heat
Yeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot homie
You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up
You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'cause I've been drinkin' cuz
We see a light and everything ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four fuckin' things I'ma never do

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up [9X]

[Juvenile]
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cause these my peeps
You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
Have you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teeth
Walkin' round you like you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me
To show me the little gift that she done bought for me
I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size
When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packed
And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack
We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you that

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up [9X]

[Wacko]
Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let that bitch go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat
Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up, dick her down and get ghost
Ain't trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G's, that's how the shit go
That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low
I know you heard of *clap-clap*, I'm gettin' doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoes
Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin' close
My squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4
Five, five and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you'll get some blow
You hustlin' your block, pop and you get some more

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at these bitches


. . .



Y'all need to open your ears up and soak this game up
If nobody don't know ya I'm gunna make you famous
This is 24 karats but it shine like stainless
Just look at how the diamonds compliment my fingers
[coughing]
Yes indeed Shit chokin' me (whoo)
I need a breath to breathe
Chasin' with the Hennessey now thats how a G play
Especially when them hoes shakin' that ass and a DJ
Hip hop had do it big give him some leway
N security stop trippin' and you niggas be easy
Yes sir its the bubble right hurr
Yall beautiful women if you insecure

[Chorus]
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that c'mon and do the rodeo
Let me see you bounce that, move that, do that let me see you do the rodeo
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that c'mon and do the rodeo
Let me see you bounce that, move that, do that let me see you do the rodeo

Its like you don't even have nuttin' on
Got errbody watchin' you so you can show that thong
Its your birthday lil mama get your Kodak on
But don't quit showin' the world you gunna throw that song
We ain't beefin' like nah we on the positive vibe
But I still get the homicide squad on the side
See I'm holdin' on to the steering wheel controllin' the ride
And yall comin' out a bumpin' cuz I got it in drive
I'm really feelin' your outfit it must be nice
A hard worker like myself could afford that price
I can't deny that you's a beautiful bitch
You got a face and a ass and a smile that won't quit

[Chorus]
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that c'mon and do the rodeo
Let me see you bounce that, move that, do that let me see you do the rodeo
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that c'mon and do the rodeo
Let me see you bounce that, move that, do that let me see you do the rodeo

We not judgin' by size thats all statistics
Just turn the lights down and it's ballerific
It's not the right spot to let your daughters visit
There's some freaks up in here and it's all explicit
My round put me on just cuz he won't leave
Shit I hope he don't be trippin' on some B home shit
Cuz jack ain't worried about who Stacy's with
N he don't have to be puttin' up with Stacy's shit
I ain't lying sometime when you cross my path
up in the club all night a nigga stomp your ass
Fine I ain't trippin'
And I know you ain't trippin' cause I know you wore that the other nite for me

[Chorus]
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that c'mon and do the rodeo
Let me see you bounce that, move that, do that let me see you do the rodeo
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that c'mon and do the rodeo

. . .



[Juvenile talking]
Whats up everybody
This your boy Juve The Great
Right here with my people sinister
And we about to take y'all back to the old school
That old school gangster shit
Check this shit out

[Juvenile]
We the only ones with work in the middle of the drought
then them niggaz round the corner come and see what we about
But we don't know they face so we don't want them by the house
But Skipper started bustin when he saw them pullin out
We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin up our vibe
We packed up all our shit and moved it to the other side
Visited our spot this girl was on my dick
She said I love you Juvenile but you know you the shit
I grabbed on my glock its where the fools hang out
I'm only tryin to hustle another change route
But they ain't gettin nothin if I ain't on beam
I'ma leave them niggaz sufferin to find they own things
Workin with plenty for talkin 'bout hoes
I don't give them a penny, they comin out they clothes
Grabbin on my jimmy to see if nigga swole
Have to get it right with this big 'ol totem pole

[Chorus]
Yes I'm thuggin Yes I'm clubbin
I ain't trippin on you look bitch I'm buzzin
Hoes and niggaz I'm not lovin
Fuck what you gettin if I ain't got nothin
What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that
What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that
What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin
What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that

[Juvenile]
We pull up in front the club and my rims was lookin nice
The subwoofers bumpin, I need it in my life
We had a couple of fellas was stuntin with they eyes
We jump out of the Lexus and got they mind right
See I ain't gotta rep cause they know I got chains
You can catch me in that ? boy, that money green thang
Get a fish and shrimp po' boy and go sit on St. James
I'm a playa like my ole boy thats where I get game
Goes start passin cause they want me to see 'em
Ain't givin no action if they want some per diem
I keep a soldier rag from the A.M. to the P.M
My heater in my lap lookin great up in the B-M
I know them niggaz watchin cause they know that I'm buck
But they can catch a hot one for fuckin with a thug
Nothin was poppin so we went in the club
All the hoes started jockin cause they knew who we was

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
The owner wasn't trippin, he let a nigga in an
The place was jumpin and the hoes was grinnin
Not at us though it was at the other women
Some was butterscotch some yellow like lemon
Had a couple of foul ones chicken and pigeons
Some was kinda fine but them bitches didnt listen
Told them meet us outside and hoes got missin
Put it in reverse and went back for more women
Everybody's rollin and you can really see it
Look at how they scopin for somebody to be with
I ain't on shit and Ive been G'in since the 80's
Ain't about goin somewhere probably then "Beat It"
You already knowin the way that I'm rockin
if you anin goin then ain't nothin poppin
Now I'm about to leave cause these niggaz eavesdroppin
I got my heater on me now an I don't have to cock it


. . .


(feat. Eightball, Skip)

[Chorus: Juvenile]
She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty
She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty
Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty

[Juvenile]
I ain't tryin to be stuck all in the corner and locked up
Tongue-kissin a hoe a nigga know she a doctor
Hoe can make a nigga think she a queen
She standin there smellin like potpourri I bet she stank in them jeans
Need to shake it, wash it, rinse it, squeeze it and douche it
Call a time-out, freeze AT EASE that pussy
They comin out the woodworks, ain't no pride
They don't get tired, play they vibe and they'll shake it 'til they foot hurt
Say she dressin for time, she got a lot of that
She ain't no nickel and dime, she got a dollar back
When she step her ass bounce two times
The wobble wobble make it hard for her to walk straight lines
Gotta add the soldiers on when you standin behind her
You might get stuck in there and need a camera to find her
Gotta hold ON to them handlebars, cause you don't want that broad
goin tellin your dawgs you got handled boy!

[Chorus] - 2X

[Eightball]
You make a nigga wanna pay for that pussy hoe
Stand it up and make you get up on your tiptoes
Play with love man, kiss it baby watch him grow
Don't run your mouth about it, momma try to keep it low
Let's get a room somewhere deep on the outskirts
Give me head 'til yo muh'fuckin mouth hurts
Go tell your friends 'bout the suite up at the W
About the view and all the freaky shit I done to you
Now when she see me when you're not around
She be in my face, tryin to see what I'm about
Here take my number, maybe you can take me out
Take you somewhere and put some dick up in your mouth
I remember when you bitches wasn't so nice
Before the rings and the watches got a coat of ice
Same nigga, different day, we forever say
Money over bitches, U.T.P., Eight way

[Chorus] - 2X

[Skip]
Oh I like the way you move it to the right girl
No I like the way you shake it to the left girl
No I like it when you bend it, when you step girl
Now, touch your toes while you hold your breath girl!
And I ain't come here to ruin your night
I'm tryin to put somethin new in your life!
Just by doin you right, we can go somewhere for two if you like
Use the stars and the moon for the light, cause you movin it right
Why? I'm really tryin to do you tonight (right now)
If you dyke, bring your crew if you like!
If any um booty is like, your booty is like
Call your whole crew booty delight, we make it "Nolia Clap"
Don't hold it back, touch the flo' with that
I got a heart attack, your booty causin cataract
I can't even stay on it, look I keep on fallin back!
My momma always told me Skip don't ever fall for that!


. . .


(feat. Mike Jones & Paul Wall & Skip & Wario)

[Chorus:]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"

[Juvenile:]
This is the year of the U, watch how I get on track
A young black paid man in the rap gettin his snaps
And also, he only rides in the year that he's in
Cause he don't feel the year's bigger than him, so let the boy be
He off the meter with tennis shoes and a white tee
Bitches watchin him thinkin "What if he wife me?"
And it's a certain kind of swagger you get
Especially when you're used to bein the shit, that's if you're older right
All of my boss bitches know the type
When a nigga hug all on ya and he be smellin like a motorbike
A nice fit and video on the TV'll
get her to come out of them B.B.'s, believe me
I'm a thug and I'm a stay on pub'
And I don't bug, cause I carry the strap in the club
I see ya peepin tryin to figure out what's happenin with us
"They love the way I be leanin", that's why they baggin it up.

[Chorus:]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [x2]

[Mike Jones:]
Yeah! Ice Age, Mike Jones!
You know that purple drank I be leanin' my diamonds shinin' and gleamin'
I'm in that dropper with Juve the groupies boppin' and feenin'
I'm from the home of the candy paint, 84's and purple drank
Ladies know when I hit they corner my slabs'll make 'em faint
Ice Age and U.T.P., ball-ballin' as you can see
Crawl-crawlin on 23's, with candy on my HumVee
Hon-ies love the way I talk, love the way I walk
Love the way I lean, they say that I'm so clean.

[Paul Wall:]
I got a lot of money, I got a lot of ice
I got a lot of cars, many colors and lots of types
I got that paper cause I'm caked up like Betty Crocker
Comin' down on choppers single file with all the trunk poppers
Gettin' money's my only task, stack up paper and count cash
I'm ridin' on that pull over silver, the same color as a bad rash
Gettin' full of that puff puff pass, it's Paul Wall man what that do
Swishahouse baby that's my crew, comin' down jammin' on the Screw.

[Chorus:]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [x2]

[Wario:]
Drove over 2 dogs, sittin' on 2 fogs
My rims be talkin' too, they love to seduce hogs
They're dressed in cute clothes, manicured with cute toes
I'm big paper; Wario never stop for group hoes
Oh no I don't scoop those, fly bitches salute those
Fatties with benefits, you know I recruit those
This a Soulja Slim T-Shirt, this ain't no suit hoe
I got ? up under these, not no Timbaland boots.

[Skip:]
I'm sick dog! And there ain't no antidote
Bust your muthafuckin' like a canteloupe
Like Hannibal, woof, I'm an animal
Just cold dickin' the money down huh, ain't it though?
I'm a do my damn thing 'til I can't no mo'
Don't make me pull this damn trigger 'til it ain't no mo'
And don't tell me where you ain't gon' go
I'm a just tell you one time, get to fuck 'til I ain't no mo'.

[Chorus:]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [x2]

. . .


(This is, this is, this is, this is!!)
Yeah... ha ha!
Whoahh (yeah)

[Juvenile]
You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get
Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist
Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six
They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit
I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1
Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son
And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some
Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from
Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece?
Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat
I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover
So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over
Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars
When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras
Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips
But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip

[Chorus]
Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash
On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half
Last time he put my shit on his tongue
He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB
Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X]
I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole

[Juvenile]
I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill
Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal
So he could ride behind the wheel
of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill
You think you can't get killed? Me neither
That's why we almost forced to keep heaters
A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us
Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother
These streets move forward and backwards
These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors
One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package
Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action
What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team
Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing
Not like Baby though, really put your own bling
You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes
Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes
I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock
I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop
Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props
Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block
Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin
I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin
I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler
Shit not like how it's lookin on camera
Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up
And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up
You couldn't make it where I survive
Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high
And it's a must I have the piece in sight
When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes

[Chorus]

[Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line]

. . .


[Juvenile]
Girl you're lookin' like a '4 dropped low to the ground
Ooh, I like it when you shake it up and swing it around
Don't stop, ooh, you servin' it now
Have a nigga lookin' for you, searchin' around

I tried to pass you up but you're lookin' so hot
Got my dick gettin' stiffer than a robot
You not lookin' concerned about what a hoe got
You just layin' it down right there in yo' spot
When you pass a nigga, come to a slow stop
Wonderin' how I'm lookin' when the clothes drop
Fresh out of the fingernail and toe shop
Lookin' real, I gotta get her when the hoe pop
She got a shape, ain't nothin' fake, she in the race
Her pretty face, I'd give her a 7 or 8
Or maybe 9 if she really fine
Side and behind with a lady mind
Diamonds, she genuine...

[Chorus]
Let your hair down girl, you already know
(When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?

[Juvenile]
Your big, fine, don't be scared, put your hands up
Give me a minute, you ain't gotta give your man up
In a relationship, I understand, and what?
He ain't focusin' right now, so we CAN fuck
Move - shake - bounce - pop
Pancake it, pull it over at the bus stop
Swing it back around, stop it there and make it wiggle
Put it in reverse and back it up just a little
It ain't your birthday, nope, it ain't your birthday
But I'ma treat you like that, if you can serve me
Girl you a stallion, let me take you to the derby
I bet a hundred that you gon' be up in first place
(Pose - move - stop - walk)
Shit, I think you more finer than the block talk
Ladies, put your hands up if you need to get dropped off
Up even higher if you wanna leave in my car

[Chorus]
Let your hair down girl, you already know
(When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?...

Uh-hu... uh-hu... uh-hu...

[Juvenile]
Like it when you be dressin' all fancy
And your lips be lookin' like candy
Come here and get you a sip of this Brandy
Let me think a size off of what I can see
You musta been eatin' by grannies
Cause that ass lookin' phat in them panties
Tryin' to treat you like one of my family
And I won't be actin' like your man be
I'm the shit lil' mama, just chance me
Cause you're lookin' at a more advanced me
Now drop it, and pop it, and shake it like a dog
Look back at a gangsta when you're catchin' the wall

[Chorus]
Let your hair down girl, you already know
(When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?

. . .


(feat. Trey Songz)

[Trey Songz - singing]
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ooh, Oh, Oh
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Oh, Oh

put ya feet up in my shoes for a minute
shawty peep the way I do how I'm living
you steadily trippin, say I'm trickin with the women
girl don't make me get to trippin everything is what I'm givin, I know

[Juvenile]
I know I'm comin home to big fine after my day done
all concerned about how I'm feelin and if I ate somethin
you always hear the bullshit stories and never say nothin
cause all of 'em in search for a man that's why they stay sufferin
though you may think I'm from this bitch to the next
a nigga be out here tryna get him a check, but I prefer cash
for me and you so don't even much get ya nerves bad
they want attention and they don't even deserve that
girl you miss Juv-E what you think I don't care
What you think I'm bout to go sacrifice this shit for that there
they wanna catch the biggest fish in the sea-but he ain't swimmin
cause he satisfied and ain't lookin forward to other women

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I know, you know (I know, you know)
just cause they shakin-don't mean I'm takin
I know, you know (you know, yeah)
just cause they holla-don't mean I follow
I know, you know (you know, baby)
just cause they throw it-don't mean I'm catchin
I know, you know (you know)
no matter how long I'm gone-I'm always comin home to you

[Juvenile]
You gotta believe me, you don't have to police me
I be up in the streets makin sure that me and you eat see
women try to tease me but I tell 'em be easy
my family needs me so I'm goin where my seeds be
I can sign ya poster but I cannot intercourse ya
they really wanna solider that's why the bendin it over
holla at big daddy I'm comin home like I 'ppose ta
with a big ole bag of groceries and somethin that we can smoke up
we don't need a passion cause me and you is what's happenin
they thought we wasn't adaptin now everybody congratin
forget all of that yappin as long as we keep interactin
and we keep on attractin to each other with a passion

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
When the big dog is in ya they gon'wanna bother a G
wanna leave way at night and come tomorrow with me
yup so they can put a nigga business all in the streets
out here tellin folks she gotta problem recordin for keeps
she got big ?? tryna get me to the place
hopin I reconize her curve but I can't even relate
now they be at the red light flashin me with they head lights
I know how to play it like tell 'em to get they head right
I'm not tryna touch her so you can keep ya lil'rubber
you too young for me why ya tryna get me in trouble
she know that I love her-look we was meant for each other
and she gon' act a fool when she with me under the cover


. . .


(feat. Skip, Redd Eyezz)

[Chorus: Skip - 2X]
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!)
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!)
"I wa-, I wa-" That's what I'm talkin' about (POW!)
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!)

[Skip]
Since I hit the TV now I'm a hot topic
But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it
Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet?
And I got four words - stay off my dick
You wanna make it to where Skip ain't got shit
So you could ride around town and spread your gossip
Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip"
"Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich"
C'mon stop it, you're makin' it up
Damn, how much hate is enough, boy you faker than fuck
"I just saw Skip blazin' it up
With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truck
Look, right now he headed for us" (Look!)
"You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta"
Cause that's your old lady he with
Them hoes is for everbody, stop savin' a bitch

[Chorus - 2X]

[Redd Eyezz]
Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin'
First nigga on the strip, even if my block's hotter than Cajun
I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks
Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak
Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton
Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon
Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped (uh-hu)
Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now
Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd
With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild
Get respect for a few things
Deranged, the chopper spit
And the first off the block to cop a new Range
Life is fast, I get cash and write about it
At night it ain't safe in the South, we bout it bout it
Doubt it and get bodied 'cause the shotty will lift -
your big muscleman bodyguard off his shit

[Chorus - 2X]

[Juvenile]
Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back?
Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin' to earn that
Hopefully one of these niggaz with yayo will see that
And put him in the right position he tryin' to be at
They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though
They could make a carton or a t-shirt in a day though
I ain't tryin' to flex my power bitch but I got say so
And I could make a million; American, yen or peso
They say I got a attitude, that's not the issue at all
Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to do
I'm suttle now but I could turn into an animal
Blow it out of proportion and I ain't understandin' you
Not in it for the short, I want the long term
Fuck the government, I'ma take care of my own children
You gon' have to zip your lip up, before a nigga flip up
I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em Skipper


. . .


(feat. Bun B)

[Juvenile]
U.T.P. in the buildin'
Sinista on the motherfuckin' track, nigga...

I'm ridin' dirty, way low to the grass
Whole hood payin' attention to me showin' my ass
I just cooked up and the tube was fulled up
I sold my whole thang 'cause my dude and them pulled up
They talkin' about a nigga like a hurricane forecast
Boy kinda ignorant but he could move the coke fast
To hell with the talkin' nigga, we could go do it
The package right here nigga, let's roll through it
I'm down South bred, that's what my mamma and my daddy say
Acts like New York and smoke cush the Cali way
Gutter, I hustled the corner, cuts and alleyways
Word mean nothin' to me, I'm goin' that-a-way
I got a dynasty and I ain't throwin' that away
I've been investin' my rhyme up on my strategy
And I don't feel that it's time to put the strap away
It's either that or just I'm full of that Alizee

[Chorus]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These U.T.P. niggaz we rock like that
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Magnolia niggaz we rock like that

You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me

[Juvenile]
I don't cut no corners to jip for no figures
I ain't kissin' no ass to live with no nigga
I don't need this rap shit, bitch I'm in these streets
When Cash Money didn't pay me, I still got sleep
Get capped, you're on the phone, tell her I need the teeth
To set the nigga up to get his Jesus piece
She used to run it with Nate Dean, now she's a beast
Got her daughter sellin' pussy for a G at least
I move a lil' work, ain't nothin' to brag on
Somethin' to keep me nice and my homie to tag on
24 inch shoes on the rag on
I got shit poppin' in my hood and I'm that strong
Fiends keep smokin', please don't quit
You want another hit? - fiend on this
But watch it, the gun is under the shirt now
Me lead love and me will keep sendin' the work down

[Chorus]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These U.T.P. niggaz we rock like that
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Magnolia niggaz we rock like that

You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me

[Bun B]
Keep it trill, keep it gangsta, pimpin' keep it 100
Before a nigga be done got killed and I'm the one who done it
I'm in H-Town baby, the home of the hoe sale
Where niggaz don't just give you a brick
They give you the whole deal
Drug deals goin' down at ten dollar motels
Keep it on the down-low 'cause somebody might go tell
Like it, get you what you need, just have yo' mail
And send your people 'round here so I can get some more sale
Know that I got more yayo that most niggaz goin'
I'm gettin' it from the same niggaz bringin' all the 'dro in
I'm 'bout to get it dropped off, I'ma let you know when
("Shit, I'm tryin' to spend like fifty wit ya, dogg)
Shit, fo' sho' then
Bring your money with you, counted and wrapped up
And move like you 'sposed to be movin' because we strapped up
Don't get yourself clapped up for no reason
Cause we won't hesitate when it come down to the squeezin'

[Chorus]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These 3rd Coast niggaz we rock like that
Cause we rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Rap-A-Lot niggaz we rock like that

You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama

. . .


(feat. Skip)

[Intro: Juvenile + Skip]
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot

Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not)
Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not)
They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not)

[Juvenile]
Is you doin ya dirt, they really know ya bout ya work
if they scopin ya turf you goin out there head first
do you know the rules when you got beef with a fool
can you stick and move and do you sleep with the tool
you in the camp you bout to make you an examp
so when they see the stamp they gon'respect it like a champ
you light in the ass but kind of heavy with the cash
be rollin the grass you still totin the solider rag
you been out there on the grind spendin most of ya time
in a section full of nobody's so you gotta shine
will you bust a head, know how to do it-how to play it
bet a hundred in the field and parlay
can you flip a Z, go back and get a Quater ki
when you rid of that call Rico up and order three
put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it
if you wanna be respected as the G'est

[Chorus: Juvenile + Skip]
Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not)
Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not)
They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not)

You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot

[Juvenile]
You like states with pretty hoes in ya face
you hate checks, you just come home on a case
can you make a name-will you be patient in the game
can you state ya claim, and reputation stay the same
will you hold it down when ya lil'homies ain't around
will you hold ya ground like you the only one in town
is you feelin this, you listen to it when you creep
you real in the streets all in the hood with the heat
you ain't tryna joke gotta be real for ya folks
is ya people broke they aggrivate you on the porch
do you sell weed and you don't never make a profit
do you blow big until it hurt you in ya pocket
you just scared to lose cause you a winner all the time
you gotta lot to prove lil'sinner on the grind
put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it
if you wanna be respected as the G'est

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Do you G's up when it's a dime in ya grill
do you freeze up when it's that time for a kill
if they pop at you is you gon'pop back at 'em
you gon'stay away from niggaz if they rattin
wanna ride swoll pull up on 24 flats
can you get a hoe without you throwin her a stack
is you callin shots can you stay away from the cops
you know how to stop you be inside when it's hot
you from the East, you from the West, you from the South
you from the North, or the Midwest what you about
can you twist a gar without you fuckin up the road
did you get a car just to be stuntin for the hoes
you been out here and it's ya time for a lick
do you know this year as you aknowledgin the shit
put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it
if you wanna be respected as the G'est


. . .


[Mannie Fresh]
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude
Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh
We gon' bring it to you somethin like this

[Chorus One: Juvenile]
Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes I am a animal

[Juvenile]
How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich
You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH
I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice
Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight
They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a
Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts
Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar
Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars
She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is
Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids
For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what
And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up
Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us
Be in a better situation than that all night bus
You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's
You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me?

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two: Juvenile]
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

[Juvenile]
I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover
And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne
Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is
Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone
I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish
They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with
I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts
I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage
Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq
I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap
If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back
They like it when a gangster take control like that
She feels protected when she in that Lexus
Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits
I'm not the people you should be upset with
I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

[Juvenile]
A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock
Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot
I be in every hood, see I knows the block
From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops
Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with
But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch
When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games
Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names
Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin
Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame
Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills
Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal
I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel
Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill
Skip called me up he got them all on chill
Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

. . .


(feat. Brian McKnight)

[Juvenile]
This is brought to you courtesy of Brian McKnight

[Brian McKnight]
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
Yes you are, baby
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart
Well well well
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
Mmm mmm mmmm
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart
Go on and tell 'em about it J, tell 'em about it J

[Juvenile]
Now when we first met I told you, it was a you thang, and it's a me thang
Whatever's goin on in your life I don't have nuttin to do with that
You go ahead on and do what you do, y'knahmsayin?
And whatever's goin on in my life
I'ma let that happen the way it's been happenin
Don't change what's goin on, y'knahmsayin?
And when we fuck, that ain't got nuttin to do with the rest of the world
You don't call me, I ain't gon' call you
When we hook up, we just hook up, but OH NO
You wan' take it all out of context, and you know what this really is
You know what the situation is, why you doin that?

[Chorus: Brian McKnight w/ ad libs]
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart

[Juvenile]
Now here we go again
You're scratchin up my car, you're bustin up all my windows
You're callin my house, callin my cell phone
I shouldn'ta never gave you my number anyway
But I thought you was my friend!
I thought me and you was bigger than that, y'knahmsayin?
But you done lost all that
You might as well just lose my number and lose conversation from me,
y'knahmsayin?
When you see me in public, don't say nuttin to me no mo'
Cause you tryin to wreck my life
And you know I got a lot goin on in my life right now
I got responsibilities, you understand?

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
So what you got my name tattooed on yo' body?
I ain't tell you to go do that!
You watchin MTV and BET, that's what you want
You got a lil' piece of that and you don't know how to act
You goin crazy!
You better get your mind together because you know what this is


. . .

Holla Back

[Нет текста]

. . .


(feat. Fat Joe & Ludacris)

[Click Clack]
Alright [Sampled from "What's Up" by Juvenile & the UTP Playaz played throughout song]

[Chorus:]
You gon' make me clock you
I'm a have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'm a have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'm a have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'm a have to pop you.

[Juvenile:]
Who that nigga is
What that nigga claim
Juve wild magnolia
Its an uptown thing
Soulja watchin' over me
So I'm a let it rain
Just give me the weed, the mic
And I'm a let it off the chain
Y'all actin' like, that nigga lost it
I ain't have no money
now I'm back, what the cost is
? on my wrist lookin' gooey
These ain't Birdman's
These is real Gucci's
Turn around the corner
Muthafucker tryin' to sue me
Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece
Where he rock, where he roll
where he got control
Me and my mans and them get the brains out these hoes
If she can dance, then she can romance nice and slow
Be in a trance like it was your man's pipe in the hole
I've been sippin' a little somethin'
Just stop servin' the game
It feel good to be an OG
I'm deservin' it mayne.

I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga the nigga
The nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey.

[Chorus:]
You gon' make me clock you
I'm a have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'm a have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'm a have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'm a have to pop you.

[Ludacris:]
Now ain't no tellin' where I might be...
Nope!
Cause there's a million other creeps
Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me
Call them my stunt doubles
So if you think you hit Luda' with the rueger
I'm up in Cuba blowin' blun bubbles
On the double, lookin' for trouble we staarted
The eye on my gat is cocked its retaarted
I'm sippin' lean, smokin' green, and I'm so hot
I told machine's people call me +I Robot+
Bang to the boogey boogey bang bang
Let my little partner borrow my necklace
And hit bitches with the same chain
It's not computer love
Nope!
I'm gettin' great brain
Got a hard drive
But they blow me out my mainframe
Now how you like that?
I got your mama pitchin' quarters
On the corner gettin' cornered
And come right back
I'm makin' tight stacks
Yeah!
So if it ain't Juve or Luda
Then can it nigga, we don't even like rap.

I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga the nigga
The nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey.

[Chorus:]
You gon' make me clock you
I'm a have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'm a have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'm a have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'm a have to pop you.

[Fat Joe:]
Got the Mack in the grass
And the nine in the dumpster
Duck when they pass
One time wanna dump ya'
Hunger
What I got in my veins
Take shots from the Henny
Just to straighten my aim
Now, I raise my middle finger
The World!
And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl
Yea, I'm bout my paper mayne
I'm fully loaded like them niggas in Jamaica mayne
I know you know
This is Crack
And he's back
And you mad
Cause we diiid
And they Yack-ity Yak
In the sack when we slid in...
Yeah!
Shakin' they ass
She want some big bills
Tip drill, she wants a tip drill
That's it!
It's ya' nigga crack
Live with some fresh cut
Side of the highway
Ridin' that's the best fuck
And you can keep them hotel keys
Cause we gon' fuck these bitches
Wherever we please.

I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga the nigga
The nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey.

[Chorus:]
You gon' make me clock you
I'm a have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'm a have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'm a have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'm a have to pop you.

. . .


[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

[Juvenile]
It's someone in particular got you sayin' what you sayin'
Usin' my name in vain, hard for you to stay in your lane
That nigga fought for you then manipulated your mind
And kept you out of the way so you would stay in the blind
But then you woke up, and realized he was takin' your shine
And you're mad at the whole world and they don't owe you a dime
Some of these niggaz don't be gangstas when they 'sposed to be gangstas
You know he owe you money and you're scared of him, ain't ya?
You can never point the finger at me, playa you stayed when I left
I couldn't call you when my bills wasn't paid
Wasn't dependin' on nigga to send me shit my way
Wasn't really concerned about what a bitch might say
You coulda came and testified for my trial
But you had more love for Slim and Baby than you had for 'Nile
I didn't hate, I just moved on
Now that I'm doin' good I'm hearin' me on your new song and Juve wrong?

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

[Juvenile]
He ain't rappin', he ain't smart, he ain't gon' never be rich
He gon' be just like (?), he ain't accountin' for shit
Ridin' around in the six, mamma still live in the bricks
Across the hall from where somebody's always cookin' a fix
Where you in trouble if the police ever knock on your door
We from the ghetto so they find choppers and glocks on the floor
I done had all type of shit thrown at me, learned from this and that G
After all that I done been through, why is this bitch so happy?
I'm alive and well, a true talent indeed
I'm God's gift to the earth, would be a shame if I leave
And I seriously don't be fuckin' with niggaz with greed
And that goes for all you outsiders and family trees
I can see the specks runnin' they necks, he ain't all that
I don't even hear him to record that, I'm doin' me
We independent, ain't no middle man
Either get the business right or get the business in your brain
Play your hand

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Haters steady hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But really don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

"Forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil..."

[Juvenile]
Father, I ain't gon' let 'em get to me, they know my history
(It really ain't you they hatin', 'cause of they miseries
Fulfill your purpose, you was put here for a reason
Cherish your life for every moment you breathin')
But they sayin' that I betrayed 'em
(No man can judge you)
But they askin' if I could save 'em
(You must first save yourself)
I'm the subject of conversation
(Worry about no one)
I'm knowin' that I could take 'em
(Have faith in me)

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Haters can't stand to hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

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Come Out Your Laundry

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