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Juvenile
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4 Minutes - Featuring The Hot Boys
作詞：Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas
You know we don't drop hits, uh, uh
We drop classics, nigga, uh, huh
Cash Money, c'mon, get at me, nigga
Nigga, thuggin' is in my blood and my genes
All the niggaz I fuck with, they bling, bling
V.L. is my block, my hood, my set nigga
Uptown is the spot where you get, put to the test, nigga
Best be 'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga
You better protect your head, fuck the chest, nigga
I run with the killers, guerillas and the headbusters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers, you can't trust 'em
I been cut-throatin' niggaz for a while now
I stay to tapin' and whoopin' ballers, who got plots
Of birds, or chickens, or ki's, or bricks, whatever
Click, clack, I got to have it, no matter
What the situation be
I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my green
UPT-13 and CMB
Is what I represent for life and I'm H O T nigga
4, minutes, left
Dis bitch off the hook, nigga never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak
Niggaz comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick
Dem old side, niggaz, them new side, niggaz
Might get loaded but they do ride, niggaz
They stuck in line, but right after it's all over
The block party, jumpin' at Washington in Magnolia
They smokin' weed, they slangin' D, they sellin' ki's
While bitches shakin' they ass in the middle of the street
You representin' it, better be M A G
Or niggaz gon' get mad and never let you leave
A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley
Willow Street, Robertson and T.C.
It's on fire from the wars they cause
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin' camoflauge
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3, minutes, left
Yes, one-seven nigga, look
Niggaz, step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy
Prices cheaper than the average ki's be
We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the hell? What is that I smell?
No, it's not, but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill, platinum necklace, platinum
Rolex, platinum Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we pass 'em, guns, we have 'em
We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds, fo'-fo's
Semi-automatic Calicos, brr, reload, explode
Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what?
2, minutes, left
Look, look, look
Plenty got diamonds in my Rolex
Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin' neck
It's a must, everyday that I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters, that's why I stay strapped on my gat
I bust back, back leave, yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with me, I dress in black, that's a fact
Don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad [unverified]
You head your lose that, ain't no comin' back, back, I'm tellin' you
Play with me, your people, people gon' be smellin' you
Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' carry you
People don't have no money, they can't bury you
Don't have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two
Bought that insurin' yourself, cousin
Get it, how you live it, nigga, when they come, cousin
Gun, I'ma peel it, nigga, you can run, cousin
Gun click, get hit and you get stung, cousin, stung, cousin
I hope you got the message
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