like zab on a chin of Da Lahoya I'm tha golden boy, and I'm makin' Hova noise got tha whole world clappin just like them Noya Boys Since a juvenile,
[VERSE 1] Here's the situation for brothers in the ghetto Livin in the projects it's hard to get ahead, so What you gotta do is be down with each other
X: Juvenile] Give me a project bitch Give me a hoodrat chick One that don't give a fuck An say she took that dick [Verse 3: Juvenile] My momma send me
Sleepin' on Persians, we used to wear turbans Daughters, the virgins, gold slippers Now they gon' be strippers Can't hold they liquor, they fight and bicker God sent blew out the projects
hell nigga, 'cuz you a bad mutha fucka like me Done deal, uh, uh (Livin' in hell, dead mutha fuckas, uh) (Livin in hell, dead niggas dwell, uh) (Livin
how ill is my style And if it enough to make kevin lyle spit this out right now And get em with juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
drink moet Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers Playa, i use cristal to lubricate rubbers Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel Who got the project
game for awhile I'm a paid man now (huh bruh) On my sixth solo album I'm a made man now (yep) Six years strong in this game Been doing my thang (respect) Eighteen Livin
fo ever, cuz yo ass on hell nigga, cuz you a bad mutha fucka like me. Done deal, uh, uh. (livin in hell, dead mutha fuckas, uh) (livin in hell, dead
I had habit makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness Juvenile thugs come on I tell the whole story nothin' but truth Halloween throwin' eggs from the project
Circumstances That A Nigga Livin' In, Really Wouldn't Wanna Walk Up On Your Ass Slowly Gripping My Nine, 'Cause That's When It's Over (Hey) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Juvenile
[Juvenile] We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white We go to all the spots, we be up all the night We'll tell a nigga, "Fuck ya!" and be waitin
, from my uncle KC He's a Magnolia soldier Be in 10 in Angola Shoot out in that 'Nolia Knock ya head off ya shoulders [Juvenile:] I ain't about no playin
how ill is my style And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now And get em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
had habit makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness Juvenile thugs come on I tell the whole story nothin' but truth Halloween throwin' eggs from the project
moet Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers Playa, i use cristal to lubricate rubbers Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel Who got the project