's, 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
, but I don't clown I pull out, jump out, run up, and spray ya down Now +That is How I Get Down+ And when I spit, I spit nothing less, than 50 rounds
, 'cuz I'm the same broke nigga Snort dope but I still maintain sellin' coke Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker Snort a lil' doper, A.K. toter I'm a spittin
whole aim, was blow like propane Control the whole domain, and then show no shame Make rappers go [unverified] and they so lame, playin' with no game
not promised, but if it was I wouldn't get open Wouldn't get suits them shits was made to be broken 'Member comin up dudes talkin bout hoes, boastin I was just a Juvenile
and we fuck shit up And with the stainless steel ribbon boy we cuttin' shit up Flash then blast a nigga with the quickness Cock the four pound motherfucker when I spit
That everythings ok Hung up on you still in to you Caught up in this crazy game Hung up on you still into you Caught up in this crazy game. CHORUS: [
Adolescents that ball hardcore With the criminal minded juveniles The real li'l niggaz step out of the piles And I'm not takin' no shorts while I'm up here Spit
[Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm [Drag] Ha ha hah Oh! Damn, now bop to this Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on) Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on) And now
it is want everything for myself Want every nigga scorin for me nobody else Imma dog it ain't not secret i want it all Tha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy cars Tha game
, fuck it We did it once, we gon' do it again Hot Boy forever bitch Lets ride nigga B I G T Y M E R S Birdman with the homie Mannie Fresh And Juvenile
the Neena's a pop Lovin' the wealth, fuck it- I'ma do it myself For my juvenile niggas (what) State Penn niggas (what) LOX niggas (what) And Made Men
I been in this game for a while I'm a paid man now On my sixth solo album I'm a made man now Six years strong in this game been doing my thang Eighteen
have some body sayin' thats the shame game But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah Playin' with the number one son don't play no games
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin