Juvenile:
It's enemy turf that i'm on, so i'ma play it how it go
co*k the hollow points into my black calico
Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho' it's bout to go
n***az graduated from sellin' dope to snortin' dope
Gangsta be bustin' heads
Lil reggie be bustin' heads
K.c., he be bustin' heads
Think i ain't 'bout nustin' heads
Boddies bled, i'll put infrared up in your cutla**
You play with 226, that's my clique so i say f** it
Ruckus, war deep, world war iii in the mix
5 hot boy$ runnin', bringin' g's to they clique
With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure n***az ain't breathin'
You recievin', a punishment for not believin'
Curly head lookin' for me, cause i'm hot and word don' got loose
Bundles of dope fronted, from the magnolia to the goose
Snitches wanted to testify the sh** that they know
Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blow
Look i been walkin' way mo', with a coat full of yeh-yo
Nothin' but clientele, from 11-5, sale
You don't think it's legal, n***a we can take it to the scale
You gon' double your money, gon' get credit make your bail
Chorus: juvenile (4x)
With that iron, i'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down frome no n***a, they got a place for me
Juvenile:
My biological father, was a s**m donor, around the corner
Was the man that k**ed lil lanny, who knew we'd understand it
That way that, my mother was heartless to her kids
So he took us in his home, and he raised like his own
Now we grown, and we learned responsibility,
The devil tryed to get wit me
To affect all of my dickin' inability
But it's gon' be some sh**, when a collision is occurin'
Asurin', of me bein' a factor, through '97 and after
And i'ma have to, get my ten percent
Or i'ma get punished, like the rest of these n***az and there's evidence
'cause ever since all these cars and all these mansions, and all these
Luxuries was givin'
You wasn't givin' no thanks, to the reason you was livin'
So i'ma keep an open mind and make the right decision
And ain't tell you n***az sh**, and put my self in a position
That's unescapable, 'cause you capable, of puttin' my life in danger
And it's causin' confusion, confusion draw conclusion
And shootin' up some n***az that pose a threat
Until somebody warns you that you're close to d**h
Chorus: juvenile (4x)
Mannie fresh:
Don't love ya, don't need ya, so why the f** would i feed ya
You b**hes want my riches, delete ya
Cause it's movin', it's shakin' number one spot takin'
Rap sh**e tight and money we be makin'
Clock six figures, with brown beats and triggers
Drinkin' from the riggers, poppa said the gon' fig us
Everything i make, and everything i drive
Everything i scratch and everything i ride
Touch it, , live for it, you n***az k** for it
The new juve tape, got you hoes loosin' weight
Can't get your life straight, music to masturbate
Juvenile:
Test a, n***a like me boy and you better
Have on your bulletproof sweater, ridin' in an armored jetta
Beware of these, thugs in e's
Everytime you breathe you recievin' a part of me
Look, my lyrics be combustable like gases
When i'm grabbin' for the mic and performin' for your ma**es
I'm never found on the ship that's steady sinkin'
Total control and all about self my way of thinkin'
Bankin', off top, runnin' with them boys from the block
Totin' glocks that we only use when we put on the spot
Now i got, a reason to live for than to die
Keepin' a tight inventory on my supply, of gettin' high
Know when to stop, don't wanna be it, can't even see it
Not even them little n***az that i be wit'
Chorus: juvenile (10x)
I'm gettin' tired, of this bulsh** that we hearin'
I'm gettin' tired, 'bout to get my iron ready to ride
Ready to ride
Ready to ride
Ready to ride, lil wodie
Momma don't pray for me, i don't back down frome no n***a
Momma don't pray for me, i don't back down frome no n***a
Momma don't pray for me, i don't back down frome no n***a