Juvenile - What U Scared 4 lyrics

(feat. Lil Wayne) [Juvenile] I'd be a stupid motha f**a if I'm stuck in his pot I aint waitin to see what n***a out here love me or not I say I hate em from a distance and they scopin' my neck But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck And I can already vision people sayin I'm wrong But I rather his momma than my momma singin that song Besides chickens gon' be chickens and ducks gonna be ducks And I'm all around guerrilla that love playin them cuts Im'a attached to the streets, those n***as in the pens Started problems wit ol' tymers that did ten And this b**h curly head still been in the case But he aint man enough to leave a real one in the face And to you 4-6 and 8 b**hes wit t.v. Pranks You jeopardize my living quarters, wanna see me sank But I got news for everyone of y'all I know who yah is, plus I won't be satisfied until I go in yah crib [Hook] Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked You was a bad mother f**er at first stunt too Lookin fed up so me and Wheezy we comin through And who ever sides yappin we gon' punish em too (Repeat x2) [Lil Wayne] Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast I just got one suggestion, ask yah Testem, this cuz get hectic Send one through your son's intestines Lock, snock lung through testin's If the portrait, bodies piled up on porches, it won't be gorgeous Ride with the torch, scorchin, ready to blaze Step in me ways, kidnap your car for 70 days And let it be said Holly Grove's the home of a soldier And if a n***a breathe wrong than it's over I never love ya, my metal slug ya If you kept on f**in wit the squad Put the coward's stomach by his thighs, nothin survives And as far as the coke, 20 bricks month and supply And as far as the dope, plenty chips come and say "Hi" Drop 3-2 roll, all black, bu*tons and shyer I don't need you hoe Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes What? [Hook] [Lil Wayne] n***a C'mon You gotta love us Bumpin inside of humma's Ride as thugga's, we who be Think that them coward's busta's Why we hustlin in they sleep We be in that powder smuggle by the doubles every week And if one of them cowards run up try to knock him off his feet The brotha is Wheezy, love it or leave me Gats hug it and squeeze it Crack, bundle it easy Run it wit these n' murderers, crooks and x-cons Yah test mine I give it to yah chest 6 times [Juvenile] I believe in me and my family cuz n***as is broads That leave you slanted, thugged out wit a conspiracy charge All p**y aint the p**y like money and d** I'm dickin b**hes that trial and I'm the jury and judge I make sure I separate it, though I hate when I love Its just me, Cash Money Millionaires that wackin the plug Wud-up Lil Wheezy, im laid back up in the cut if yah need me Its love believe me [Hook]