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Juvenile:
I hate to be doin' 5 but 10 even worse
I'ma take it before the district attourney strike worse
Beside he know what I did and they got evidence
And I'm not about to play with them people inteligence
muth*fkaz try to stay, peep me at my residence
Chargin' me for homicide, they say it was negligent
fk it, I'ma accept my lick when it come to me
Now let me see how many of these girls gon' run for me
s**t, my breath funky with a migraine headache
Big p*ssed off cause I know I made a mistake
But that's what I get fkin' with p*ssy as*
And 2 dollar hoes that'll trade you for cash figures
They did that. but I got a way to get 'em back
Not with the police though Juve ain't no rat
nigg* tell me s**t I done fallen for the end
And you woulda had that d*ck look when you'd caught that 10
Chorus: Juvenile (2x)
You gon' take 'em (Five)
Are you gon' take that s**t to trial
And gon' be denied
Violate probation when you just got caught, with that ride
That alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter from out that 3 be doin' that dirt
Juvenile:
All the money in the world can't even move you
Your lawyers tryin' to fk you, the judge tryin' to lose you
The district attourney don't give a fk about y'all
Cause he gotta run run for office again in the fall
So everything he cross examine he tryin' to fk over
Grudges on his shoulder, tryin' to read his quota
You wastin' ya time boy when you wastin' they time
Cause they'll start off with a nickel and try and give you a dime
You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin KC
You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin Ducky
Both of my just cam home from doin' a bit
Both of my know what encarceration is
Lil Daddy, you fightin' a war you can't win
Your guilty as charged soon as them people stand up in
So accept ya lick, you got caught with more than a brick
And you ain't gon see the streets 'til two-thousand and six
Chorus: Juvenile (2x)
Juvenile:
It's sharks out here boy, be rattin'
You be up in penitentiary and don't know what happened
Law, you're tellin' me you're wanted for murder and kidknappin'
Short on they information so they lyin' and scr*ppin'
You don't want to be in jail that ain't you're place
When your child graduate you gon' look her in the face
Tell her lil wodie out there hustlin' somewhere across the nation
All in the projects, take that probation
Believe it or not, you be up in the cell block
Far away from home where you can't eeven sell rocks
girls ain't on your side like up in the bricks
Cause once you up in the jailhouse they searchin' for that d*ck
Sco' no, cho' no, I'm single
My man up in jail, I can still mingle
I'm my own woman, fk who, what, or when
My man can't whip me, cause he doin' ten
Chorus: Juvenile (4x)
