Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that
pop that nigga Man, kill that bitch Man, shoot that nigga Man, spank that bitch Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch [Juvenile
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Juvenile) You got me fucked up I'm innocent look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side but you believin' that bitch You makin' my nerves
they got appitites (Ayy) And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old) Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah) This aint a rap song, nigga this
got appitites (Ayy) And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old) Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah) This aint a rap song, nigga this
(Napoleon Talking) Life... What the fuck is life for niggaz like us? Been waking up to another muthafuckin' day I'm the type of soldier, A nigga that
a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out in the safe house, nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at Nigga pass that
that cost 3 nickel Who got the project on lock when that nigga slangin pickle Who got benz, a prowler, playboy, and a Vette Tell the truth--who fucked
with it all Can't deny it she was a fool kept that dick standin tall What she'll do to a nigga she'll be against the law That's how Hot Boys play it when
[Juvenile] Ah hmmm hmmmm Hmmmm Hmmm [Verse 1 (Juvenile)] When I say I don't give a fuck I mean that yeah ?? brains is getting bust I didn't say that
let's go) I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke I'm a show you what it is not to
them real niggas Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggas How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it Niggas ain't fightin' no more - niggas
Knahmsayin? What up kid? Fuck that son..) Chorus: Mobb Deep (repeat 4X) It's like that, war, project niggaz strike back It's on - what the fuck you
the west Bitches out here hopin for a trick, my pockets out of use I keep it G, like my nigga Chris and hit em with a deuce Fuck em, I got somethin with
block Niggaz starvin', they got appetites, ayy And this is everyday, it never gets old Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-code This ain't a rap song, nigga
war and I'mma meet you niggas there Ready to rumble, I swear, we coming from everywhere Where my thugs at, where they at? Fuck that Nigga let's do in