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Juvenile
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4 Minutes - Featuring The Hot Boys
作词: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
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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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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?
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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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