told me.....shawty doin that damn thingg damn thing gotta get my hands on you hands on you hands on you gotta get my hands on you hands on on you hands on you
plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside (Wyclef) (Juvenile) You got me fucked up I'm innocent look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate Into juvenile
3 (Young Jeezy):] Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you) Gotta dry real cool when them pies be on you (pies be on you) Just because
(Young Jeezy):] Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you) Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you (pies be on you) Just because
leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug shit You can be touched if, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission Like right now
you blame us like the famous We just wanna live like you too Do what you did to get you through Devious intentions but its a money making habit Just a hand to hand transaction So you
Nigga you let them K's go? [B.G.:] Well bust somethin nigga [Juve:] Are you duckin that law? [B.G.:] You better run from em nigga [Juve:] Are you playin
Shorty, when tha next time imma be up in your bed I love you? you love me? Well go head on and gimme some head [Chorus: 2x (Juvenile)] Loud pipes
down with the set since birth Whatever it was worth I checked in on the norm Since a juvenile callin' Shots in the dorm Moms said you better get
on, what's going on? Ready or not? (not) The world moves on and on and on and on and on and on and on. . . yo what's going on? There's nothing much
keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now, hey If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
hands Got the folk with depresses of being po' man Poppa taught me an order, survive for no man Nappy got some from the roots for we gon' stand Prophit grew from a juvenile
look divine You love bands when they're playing hard You want more and you want it fast They put you down, they say I'm wrong You tacky thing, you put them on Rebel Rebel, you
most slept on since Rip Van Wink My shit stink with every element from A to Z so what you think? I'ma blackout on just one drink you must be crazy A
I'm driving you Lil mamma my shit together I ain't jiving you I don't think that nigga could do you better than I could do, you know The Juvenile from
large, yeah On a hard day A smooth Ghetto broad yeah I want the broad, yeah Or you can do a trick, yeah On the dick, yeah You claimin' you wanna picture
never hit the spot, boy You want props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha You in a cell block, ha, 'cuz you too hot, ha All my hard core niggas, what you
