Juvenile - Who's the M.F. lyrics

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Juvenile - Who's the M.F. lyrics

(Juvenile) n***a just came home from jail look how he played me Kicked my door down took my sh** an tied up my ol' lady Now I'm just kick back broke, poppin' these pills my head hurtin Cuz I know this n***a gotta be k**ed My good side tellin' me let'em slide cause he ain't worth it While my bad side tell me to k**'em cause he deserve it I'm urging to follow my bad side and put a finish to him an Any motherf**er seekin' his business relentless Thoughts goin' through my mind n***a had tried to shine Im gone be bout dat iron in this foolishness frame of mind In the front door actin a donkey wit the .44 Left him funky snatched the monkey and the Benz wit the Momo's Tired of havin nothin' wearin my brother's clothes Many times I got drove by n***as in front of hoes You know how it be dog you ain't been ballin all your life You was around dat b**h too dirty stealin' bikes Buildin escape mobile all fixin the grill cheese In the store breakin' snamps crown dirby a key Chorus: Repeat-8x Whos the motherf**a I'm the motherf**a [Verse Two] You lil boys wanna do somethin', c'mon I gotta somethin fo' lil' b**h a** your partners and your grandma Cause I'm on a k**a playa hata type royal Dont pa** me none of that boy yo but I'll take a lil of dat girl-yo Step and I'll cut your breath short like its asbestos And will have your mama sayin "lord why my child left us" They say I'm losin' weight boy whats wrong wit you I'm hungry and I'm broke now break me off wit a bone or two I know a, n***a should be good for that high But all that n***a had told me is, "I ain't got it right now" Look b**h you not my round you hoes lay it down Lemme get dat out you partner better me than them coppers Fo' sho' yo' ho, tried to crown me on the block You probably would've got me put dat nine wouldn't stop A went to score a bag and ya boy tried to slam me Out chea' bad sellin wammies must dont wan' see his family I let dat n***a slide cuz I been in his shoes too Lightin' twenty-four-seven breath smellin' like poo-poo Chorus: Whos the motherf**a I'm the motherf**a [Verse Three] I'm runnin wit dat k**a sh** real quick n***as wit six figures to get wit us on a expansion land sh** Seeking vengeance with no repentance now, man is, labeled a menace By Lieutenant f** 'em Juv Which enables me to conduct an attitude Look here How many of you n***as ready to start Big Tymin' Look here How many of you n***as wanna be ridin reclining Diamonds shining sipping on Heinekens your mind was in a trance Time to go take a chance to advance Police, you want the k**in' to cease, give us a million a piece And we'll get off of the streets and build our house in the east I know the answer is No! So up until my d**h I'm screamin, "f** Bill Clinton and Bob Dole" Look here When I was young I didn't hardly know sh** Figured ballin' would get the mediocre n***a noticed So I approach it like I was coached Griff using a gun Game could be over come if you silence your tongue My name ring as the chosen one threw out the slums Since a embryo in my mother many pains I brung Chorus Whos the motherf**a I'm the motherf**a