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juvenile baby - going m.i.a lyrics

[intro]
is it better to be loved or feared?
it’s nice to be both, but it’s very difficult (wop, wop)
and if i had my choice, i would rather be feared (bah, bah, yo, mannie)
fear lasts longer than love (yeah, yeah)
friendships that are bought by money mean nothing (i’m in that motherf+ckin’ mode, youngin)
you see everyone is around here, i make a joke, everybody laughs
i know i’m funny, but i’m not that funny (uh+huh, everytime)
it’s fear that keeps them loyal to me (gang)

[chorus]
i’m fired up, my eyes low behind these shades (behind these shades, n+gga, yeah)
anybody ever did me wrong, they better count they days (they better count they days, n+gga, yeah)
tell these hoes to leave me ‘lone, b+tch, i’m goin’ mia (goin’ mia, yeah)
what that mean? goin’ on a money run for ninety days (for ninety days)
but can i ask your ass a question, what the f+ck do i look like (what the f+ck do i look like)
fightin’ with a n+gga when i bought these guns for full price (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
step on sh+t like stomp the yard, hit my target bullseye (yeah, yeah, yeah, hit my bullseye, n+gga)
bae, i’m toxic, bae, come sign to death row records, call me suge knight (yeah, yeah, yeah, call me suge knight)

[verse 1]
you need a n+gga like me, baby, i’ma keep you up to par (that’s up to par, n+gga)
your n+gga couldn’t even pay your car note (what?), i’ma help you keep your car (keep your car, n+gga)
the trap open on holidays too, ain’t takin’ no days off (yeah, yeah, ain’t takin’ no days off, n+gga)
this b+tch i’m f+ckin’ had me serve her n+gga, d+mn, i seen it all (yeah, yeah, d+mn, d+mn)
this sh+t be crazy, i can’t show no love ’cause it’s a cold world (cold world, n+gga, yeah)
my teacher tried to kick me outta school ’cause i had four referrals (i had four referrals)
i do my b+tches like my blunts, i get ’em wet and then i make ’em pearl (and make ’em pearl, ha, ha, ha)
i’m makin’ plays before the sun shine, i’m up bright and early
[chorus]
i’m fired up, my eyes low behind these shades (behind these shades, n+gga)
anybody ever did me wrong, they better count they days (count your f+ckin’ days, yeah)
tell these hoes to leave me ‘lone, b+tch, i’m goin’ mia (i’m outta here)
what that mean? goin’ on a money run for ninety days (yeah, for ninety days, n+gga)
can i ask your ass a question (what?), what the f+ck do i look like (f+ck do i look like, n+gga)
fightin’ with a n+gga when i bought these guns for full price (grrah, grrah)
step on sh+t like stomp the yard, hit my target bullseye (yeah, n+gga, yeah, grrah)
bae, i’m toxic, bae, come sign to death row records, call me suge knight (suge knight, n+gga)

[verse 2]
okay, second verse, n+gga, stop the beat ’cause i’m back again (i’m back again)
okay, pack it up, get it out the door, thanks, come back again (okay, okay)
i’m a short n+gga, totin’ a 57, this a new fn (grrah, grrah, grrah, yeah, yeah)
i’m ridin’ in a demon, but i promise you i’m heaven sent (huh, huh)
don’t run from me, you know we hop out chasin’ sh+t (we hop out whack ’em cold)
everything i did (yeah), i did it big, it wasn’t no basic sh+t (it wasn’t no basic sh+t, yeah, yeah)
that money call, i need it now, i’m ’bout to lose my patience, b+tch (yeah, what?)
i stayed down ’til i came up (grrah, n+gga), they ain’t think that i could make it here (yeah, n+gga)

[interlude]
wouldn’t even say i’m no f+ckin’ rapper, n+gga (bullsh+ttin’ on this b+tch, man)
i be hoppin’ on this b+tch talkin’ sh+t, you know what i’m sayin’? (hahaha)
get in that motherf+ckin’ mode, n+gga (he bullsh+ttin’ on this sh+t, man)
listen to everything i said, i admit it, n+gga (sh+t too easy, n+gga)
real sh+t, you know how i’m comin’ (ha, yeah)
[chorus]
i’m fired up, my eyes low behind these shades (behind these shades, n+gga)
anybody ever did me wrong, they better count they days (count your f+ckin’ days)
tell these hoes to leave me ‘lone, b+tch, i’m goin’ mia (i’m mia)
what that mean? goin’ on a money run for ninety days (for ninety days)
can i ask your ass a question (huh, huh, what?), what the f+ck do i look like (huh, f+ck do i look like)
fightin’ with a n+gga when i bought these guns for full price (yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
step on sh+t like stomp the yard, hit my target bullseye (yeah,yeah)
bae, i’m toxic, bae, come sign to death row records, call me suge knight (suge, call me suge knight, n+gga)

[outro]
suge
bae, i’m toxic, bae, come sign to death row records, call me suge knight (hahaha)
call me suge knight

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