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Juvenile
Look I'm tryin to live right now
Make a better place for my kids right now
Or get out my face is how it is right now
All I wanna have is my own s**t right now..
So much go through my head all day
The game situation is be paid or played
I gotta eat the lottery is not for me it's homicide and robbery
And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks
It ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason
I got away from all that bulls**t, that thuggin and thievin
And as far as this Cash Money s**t it's part of my blood
And we feed each other everyday by showin 'em love
It don't matter what we came into we gonna stay blood
And whoever sleepin on it dem dat's gonna wake up
I need dough to feed me and my people
To get a pie and eat special from, Julio's
fk ya boy, I don't care, who he know
Just make sho', that he pay, who he owe
I ain't tryin to be a bully I just want what I earned
He's a hardheaded child and it's time to be learned
Chorus 2X: Juvenile
You don't like me, yeah? Well fk you in ya ass
is pure p*ssy and they made me mad
You don't like me, yeah? Well fk you in ya ass
is pure p*ssy and they made me mad
Juvenile
I've seen s**t that a child my age, shouldn'ta saw
They bustin right over the backseat of a stolen car
I was seven they had to be about nine or ten
His momma Fay she done ran through who's dyin again
d*mn but I don't really think she mean what she say
As soon as she smoke that crack, s**t done fked with her head
Momma gon' love her kids, and they (?) aware
And if momma don't love her children, then momma need prayer
Durin the struggles of my life I learned to take heed to s**t
I paid attention to everything that went on in the bricks
All of the early morning rushes to the late night fights
I always visioned that one day this would be my life
Back then it wasn't gravy, the street wasn't right
Especially in our house, we didn't eat some nights
On come new technology these days and times
And it gave us other avenues and ways to grind
fk what you got nigg*, I'm makin mine
I messed up my first lil change, I'ma be straight this time
To the fullest, always huntin, for it to spend
I went out and got it dawg, I can do it again
Chorus
Juvenile
Get off the block lil nigg* this my spot lil nigg*
I don't care what you got you get shot lil nigg*
I been thuggin, and I'm lovin my life
The reason I made it to here because I been livin trife
For spite stoppin knockin old off
Tryin to be the fkin boss and shotcall
Ride round in the toughest cars, double R's
fkin over don't want see me ball
Now which one of your peers wanna come do this
I ain't with all of that talkin cause my gun do flip
Lift off they feet when they run they lip
Tryin to tell you bout people, tell you that chick's on chips
You don't like me, yeah? Well fk you in ya ass
is pure p*ssy and they made me mad
I'm straight off of the street that's why I'm out chea bad
Comin through yo' door with a bag and a Mag
Chorus
Juvenile
If you don't like me nigg*, nigg* come out
fk, I don't like you either though b*tch-ass nigg*
Boy-ass nigg*.. what? fck you in ya ass
Chorus
Da da da
Da da da da.. hahahaha
I don't like you either though
Punk, p*ssy, candy-ass nigg*
Wearin another nigg* drawers as* nigg*
Take it like a man ya heard me?
