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Juvenile Reality Check

U,T, P, in the buildin' Sinista on the' track I'm ridin' dirty, way low to the grass Whole hood payin' attention to me showin' I just cooked up and the

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin' They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin' All the ballers is bouncin

in search for a man, that's why they stay sufferin' Though you may think I'm from this bitch to the next A nigga be out here tryna get him a check,

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow "I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow Keep talkin

Girl, you're lookin' like a '4 dropped low to the ground Ooh, I like it when you shake it up and swing it around Don't stop, ooh, you servin' it now Have

This is brought to you courtesy of Brian McKnight This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Yes, you are, baby I made a big mistake and

Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude Freaky, fre-fre-fresh We gon' bring it to you somethin' like this Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

' up our vibe We packed up all our shit and moved it to the other side He visited our spot, this girl was on my dick She said, "I love you, Juvenile but

where we spark a lot Up in the hallway it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops 'cause we all be hot You like States with pretty hoes in ya face You hate checks