Leroy "Precise" Edwards - U Can't See Me lyrics

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'mma be ready to f** this ho 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 some brew for the rest of my crew And a couple 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 Chorus 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'mma 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 Chorus Third Verse: I'm in the Nolia, lookin' for the Poppers Took me a hit off the blunt, then I spot her Ho 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 Ho blow my head off, and take me off ground Knowin' inside that a b**h could bring me down Juvenile let a ho 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 Chorus