Juvenile - Ha (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z] Bounce, bounce, bounce J-j-j-j-j-Juvenile and Jigga The remix [Verse 1: Juvenile] You at the point of no return, ha If your daddy get out the way with you You gon' see that he learn, ha Life's a b**h, ha n***as be fakin but you ain't givin em sh**, ha You stealin the bricks, ha You got a wife and three kids, ha But you be f**in around right in the neighborhood you live, ha You own a truck, ha With tv's and cd's rimmed up, ha f**in em up, ha You won't be stuntin on your cell, ha Get your partner some money orders and commence to jail, ha You bout ready to roll a draw, ha Some of that dro, ha You bout to get you some more, ha You that n***a with all that cheese, ha You that n***a that whipped that girl and she called the police, ha You understand, ha You ain't gon cry like a b**h, you gon be a man, ha Where ever you stand, ha [Hook] x2 You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire Remaining a G until the moment you expire You know what it is, to make nothing outta something You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering [Verse 2: Jay-Z] You done got yourself in some deep sh** Now you stuck in your house, you gotta peep the remix You can't go out cause they gon leave you in a deep ditch They hit you with consignment, you decide to keep sh** The only reason you alive cause you read lips And you drove on the block low in yo' seat an' sh** Seen em mouthin' off, they don't need this sh** Now they sick of you duckin, dodgin, and weavin and sh** How they call you when you don't return they beeps Now they ready to k** you and all your peeps You done f**ed around with some wild n***as You done f**ed off the dough of Juvenile and Jigga's You better get it back, or sleep where the river's at They send shots through your fitted cap They got big guns that go brrrrrrrap, brrrrrrrap, brrrrap Where your n***as at? [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Juvenile] You gotta get up off your a**, ha And make the cash, ha And stay away from them bags, ha Two and two done come together, ha Juvi and Jigga, ha Straight up guerrillas, ha That n***a Mannie Fresh a fool, ha He be playin' it to the b**hes on every song he do, ha My f**in' album going plat, ha You bought the tape, ha Tell em ain't none of it fake, ha You got a shipment coming in, ha During the week, ha Got a little something for me, ha You boy and them be drawin' heat, ha But that's your whodie so you gotta find you someone to creep, ha n***a tired of livin' fast, ha Your boy hit the stash, ha Now you wanna go bust his a**, ha You keep it real, ha You don't f** with no n***a but you will k**, ha You know how it feel, ha [Hook] x2