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Juvenile
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Mannie Fresh
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Terius Gray
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Mannie Fresh
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[Verse 1]
You see me, I eat, sleep, shit and talk rap
You seen that '98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that
I had some felony charges, I fought that
Been sent to no return, but still was brought back
****, threw some slangs at me, woadie, I caught that
I punish them lil' bitches before they can car jack
Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a Hot Boy, then what do you call that?
[Verse 2]
****, disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Companied by some **** 'bout killing and all that
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' ducked off
Ride top down, so we let the trucks park
In the Jeep, riding four deep
I booted up at these **** claiming they know me
[Verse 3]
Bitch, what?
I'll bust your ass up
Don't even go there, woadie, 'cause I'm ready to mask up
I heard about the money, that's some nice change
For the right price, I'll bust the right brain
Why does a **** try? I can't do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
**** might be shot, **** might be trifling
**** might survive if he 'bout that rifling
[Verse 4]
With something that'll stop a **** from playing
Something like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy, look, ****, don't play no games no more
****'ll bust your head if you bang his ho
Attitude adjustments, they all need
Don't call the law enforcements, ****, call me
I betcha I'll get them **** off your block
I betcha I'll show them **** this boy hot
[Verse 5]
Alright, stop it 'cause I done had enough
When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh
Ain't no bit this year, I'm from the 'Nolia, bruh
Bust your beef head 'cause what was told to us
How I'ma be running with these killers and backing down?
How I'ma look in front of my people like a clown?
The G code that we live by and we die by
The book is what we will never abide by
[Verse 6]
**** drive by, getting loose
Beefing with each other like a Checker board and goose
Up in Compton or the Watts, ****
Up in New York, you keep 'em open, watch, ****
'Fore you get payed by a bitter retalion
All fine, young, black female stallion
Give me the keys to your car and your medallion
You far away from your home, you's an alien
Written by: Juvenile, Mannie Fresh