[Chorus:]
Now you can't hang around, my crew or my clique
Especially if you ain't about no gangsta sh**
You can't hang around, my crew or my clique
Especially if you ain't about no gangsta sh**
[First Verse:]
Kirby's round the corner playin' bones with Russ
I'm waitin' for my b**h to get off of the bus
She told me she could make it to my house by twelve
So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves
She came to, I had a blunt to blow
After that, I'ma be ready to f** this hoe
I ran up in it for an hour or so
Put her back in the bus and took a route to the store
Picked up someple of cigars for a bLunt or two
Headed for the D.J. Way on Teledonna
Now this area was all about drama
Hoes was sweatin', I had my shades on
Ready to put the dick on any b**h that I played on
Now what's the haps with you and your clique?
I don't think you want no more gangsta sh**
Mo I can roll, I'm just a baller from the South
Ready to knock any muthaf**in' p**y out
I got b**hes on the side wanna ride with nine
But don't understand the way that I kicks the style
But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a n***a from the Nolia
I'm goin' out everytime when I kick I'm like a solja
n***as don't understand the way that I flow
The fliz-no is slow, so check this out bro
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[Second Verse:]
I kicks the sh** that make them n***as say "ooh"
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that n***a Juv"
I'm from the, wild side of the city
What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthaf**in' crazed Frank Nitty
I'm not the old days n***a that's comin' with the gats
n***a where you at? n***a where you at? n***a where you at?
Give me a bag of powder, watch me twitch
I might go crazy and wanna k** in this b**h
I seen a lot of n***as talk sh** about me
But don't know a muthaf**in' thing about me
So keep my name outta your mouth and you just might just don't see the Glock
POP everytime I see your a** on my block
Shop close for the hoes, that used to think that Juv would trick
But b**h how you feel? Cuz you ain't got sh**
n***as wanna play these games and don't know
That I am the wickedest one you know bro
I'm just a n***a from off the side
So what's up? I'm bout to rock in the house, right?
Microphone check one two, now what's the haps?
It's time for me to put my neighborhood on the map
I'm from the neighborhood of the wild Magnolia
Home of the k**as, the trillas, the soljas
Droppin' muthaf**as like an everyday habit
If I see your fine, s**y b**h, I'ma stab it
Comin' from my head, my skin tone is red
Ready to put the muthaf**in' black boy to bed
I ain't never was afraid of no war
Cuz where I come from, we snort powder and we roar
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[Third Verse:]
I'm in the Nolia, lookin' for the Poppers
Took me a hit off the blunt, then I spot her
Hoe that I know, bout twenty years of age
A pepper-red b**h with extensions in her head
Now she was the type to put you in a plot ball
Her last old man done got his head knocked off
But f** I want the p**y so let's see what she's about
She gave me the phone number and the address to her house
I pa**ed by late, she stayed on South Mero
Walked in the door with my three eight zero
Popped on that a**, got her nothin', I was outty
Now she calls me sayin' how she feel about me
"Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please"
"Won't you just come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please"
Now, if I was King, just imagine that sh**
I'd have the Queen back smackin' that b**h
Now drop to your knees and kiss, and you tease
Of that, hell of a guy Mister J-U-V
I want riches, f** b**hes and them hoes
No better than a sweater, fella, cuz I won't let her
Hoe blow my head off, and take me off ground
Knowin' inside that a b**h could bring me down
Juvenile let a hoe trap me?
That ain't the hamp, I'm on the map aiyyo I'm in the house
And I'm on the map G
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