| Lyrics: | [Verse 1 (Juvenile)]
C'mon, C'mon....
I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you gon' tell me
where its at,
you see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the mac,
black hood
with black gloves, bandanna round the mouth,
a nigga posted up on every perimeter around your
house,
and we didn't come here for meeting, or here to loose time,
we some niggas who wanna
be eating better in due time,
mutha fuck leaving the block, better to use nines,
It ain't no
secret I'm cheap, however my jewels shines,
The prisons got more niggas than the streets
do,
who average more than 30 murders a week (nigga we do)
It ain't a war thang, its a fuck
me, fuck y'all thang,
And we got hoes that know how to sneak guns in the bars man,
So think
twice about leaving the gun in the car man,
Nigga don't give a fuck about moving son on the wall
man,
Ain't no everybody, its yourself and you all in,
If you paying traps you don't deserve
to be balling,
[Chorus (Juvenile X2)]
Its enemy turf c'mon,
so I'ma play it how it
go,
cock the hollow points into my black calico,
I'ma make all these bitch niggas respect me
right,
please let me hit another lick, i'ma be set for life
[Verse 2
(Juvenile)]
Look I'ma solid 170, lips like Bill Bellamy,
Fresh out of the court house from
whipping the felony,
Didn't really want to hurt her, but you know how it is,
You better not
ever disrespect me hoe in front of my kids.
ayo the cops be rolling, therefore I fucks with no
one,
I went and copped me 4 guns, I'm bout to bust this open,
To all you bitch niggas
doubting the force, its gon' get ugly,
I'm that nigga that'll fuck you up quick, thats why the
streets love me,
Catch |
