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juvenile - f+++ that nigga lyrics

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we drink up all the round, we drink up all the white
we go to all the spots, we be up all the night
we’ll tell a n-gga ‘f-ck ya’ and be waitin’ outside for him
bust him up and see how many n-ggas gon’ ride for him

play the project bricks and watch for the law
n-gga come to my section we goin’ to they section and ward
we rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
spankin’ n-ggas that be showin’ off with they broads

n-gga catch a felony, he takin’ his charge
n-ggas turnin’ state, we rapin’ the boy
it’s a hard life we livin’, they ’bout they drama
we earn stripes for k!llin’, i’ll attack like a rhino

some of the time motherf-ckers be off they bases
way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
lookin’ like a duck, seein’ all the wrong faces
but we know the rules and could be strapped in sk’s

man, pop that n-gga, man, k!ll that b-tch
man, shoot that n-gga, man, spank that b-tch
man, down that n-gga, execute that b-tch
put fifty rounds in that n-gga is what’cha do that b-tch

man, pop that n-gga, man, k!ll that b-tch
man, shoot that n-gga, man, spank that b-tch
man, down that n-gga, execute that b-tch
put fifty rounds in that n-gga is what’cha do that b-tch

stay from ’round here, i tell ya these n-ggas ain’t cool
ain’t no love for outsiders, everybody’s a fool
we be duckin’ off in the hallways and in the cuts
gettin’ the f-ck when atf is pullin’ up

people in the projects say, “them n-ggas ain’t sh-t”
they hustle all night for brand new outfits
you’re f-ckin’ right, that’s how it is on the block
real duck t-shirt, ‘bauds and reebok’s

camouflage around the neck and the dome
f-cked up att-tude totin’ a big chrome
fighting for weed, n-gga ain’t ever goin’ home
tryin’ ta get it how he live with a bundle of [incomprehensible]

we ain’t tryin’ ta see the jail house
but if we do we hope we be able to bail out
know what i’m sayin’, lil’ daddy
we need a l!ck, come up in the whole brick
kick in a n-gga door and punish the whole clique

man, pop that n-gga, man, k!ll that b-tch
man, shoot that n-gga, man, spank that b-tch
man, down that n-gga, execute that b-tch
put fifty rounds in that n-gga is what’cha do that b-tch

man, pop that n-gga, man, k!ll that b-tch
man, shoot that n-gga, man, spank that b-tch
man, down that n-gga, execute that b-tch
put fifty rounds in that n-gga is what’cha do that b-tch

come through the hood where ya hang with a k and when i see ya
what i’ma do to ya, i know i wouldn’t wanna be ya
split your head in half, n-gga, leave ya stressed in the street
hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet

i play it raw when i’m in beef, i’m a hot boy that’s heat
get it how ya live is how it is where i be
f-ck a n-gga’s how i feel, no n-gga steppin’ on my toes
without feelin’ blockah, blockah from four fours

i’m a dog with a gun in my hand i cut loose
you’re on the other end of that pistol, it’s on you
get hit up, chopped up, did somethin’ awful
zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin

ain’t part of my clique, f-ck ya n-gga, don’t please me
i don’t love ya n-gga, you’re no good, playa
i don’t trust ya, n-gga
to me you ain’t nuttin’ but a bust n-gga, what

man, pop that n-gga, man, k!ll that b-tch
man, shoot that n-gga, man, spank that b-tch
man, down that n-gga, execute that b-tch
put fifty rounds in that n-gga is what’cha do that b-tch

man, pop that n-gga, man, k!ll that b-tch
man, shoot that n-gga, man, spank that b-tch
man, down that n-gga, execute that b-tch
put fifty rounds in that n-gga is what’cha do that b-tch

man, pop that n-gga, man, k!ll that b-tch
man, shoot that n-gga, man, spank that b-tch
man, down that n-gga, execute that b-tch
put fifty rounds in that n-gga is what’cha do that b-tch

man, pop that n-gga, man, k!ll that b-tch
man, shoot that n-gga, man, spank that b-tch
man, down that n-gga, execute that b-tch
put fifty rounds in that n-gga is what’cha do that b-tch

ya heard me
put fifty rounds in that n-gga’s what’cha do that b-tch
f-ck him, ya heard me, f-ck his whole clique, n-gga
ya don’t like me, i don’t like you, n-gga

you don’t like me that mean you don’t like my clique
i don’t like you that mean i don’t like you
the n-ggas ya f-ck with, the n-ggas you affiliate with, ya heard me
any n-gga who speak to ya, n-gga, back you up, n-gga

f-ck you and all them too, n-gga, ya heard me
it’s cash money for life, ya heard me
f-ck all them old b-tch -ss n-ggas throwin’ bricks [incomprehensible]
it’s real over here, n-gga, ya heard me

we got this here and we holdin’ this here down
ya heard me, we gon’ keep it like that, though, ya dig, n-gga
baby, slim, juvie, b.geezy, turk, weezy, fresh, ya heard me
joe casey, travey ya heard me, all tha shots, n-gga

we comin’ through, n-gga, we layin’ it down, n-gga
and we just doin’ what we do, keepin’ it real

- juvenile lyrics

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