't be complete So [ CHORUS ] (Ooh child, things ain't gettin any easier...) Survivin in the ghetto you gotta stay strong But realistically no man out here can make it
that Goin' out like Big and Pac I fear for that Take this lambo and put six holes in it Shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it Lift the doors
gotta get away, I gotta do it now I found a better way, so how that sound? I gotta get away, I gotta do it now I found a better way, so how that sound
, I creep down and pluck 'em Strap stay in my hand, I gotta protect mine Niggas tryin' to pull it off, pop goes the nine That's how it gotta be in these
world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck Wild, juvenile
(Run) Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun) This is fun nigga (Fun), you a dumb nigga (Dumb) Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Everybody get it up Throw the hands up Everybody get it up Throw the hands up 12 A.M. on the way to the club 1 A.M. DJ made it erupt 2 A.M. now I'm
like this you all bring it out To tell the truth it excites me I scream it out Sick wid' it ain't a bitch that can get wid' it Admit it I'm that bitch
run to Cry wit, hit the mall, buy shit, hate you Thinkin' ima do it You gonna really make me hate you Prove sumthin, go out there and get it Bring it
I'm headed to the muthafuckin' mac, Stop at the black gate so I could get a fat sack, Roll up a swisher now it's time to get blowed, Creepin' round the
soda (wit baking soda) ya smell Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoe Hook [Juvenile
man, that nigga ain't from the West Coast Man, fuck Pac, fuck that nigga, that nigga ain't really down Rapin' ass nigga, I didn't do it fuck it with that
freak Start suckin? on my balls and my knees got weak Nutted in the throat, she couldn't get with it Took it out her mouth and slapped herself with it It
(Layzie Bone) It's the art, art of war, art of war It's the art, art of war, art of war It's the art, art of war, art of war It's the art, art of war,
water, had to borrow H20 from my relative Man, it feels like I ain't even here I'm ready to get up and get all my own But I got three more fuckin' years
? Yeah, you, give me one good reason For not draggin' you down to the station house You punk Dear, dear, dear kindly Sergeant Krupke you gotta understand It
me, Officer Krupke? Yeah you, gimme one good reason for not dragging You down the station, ya punk? Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta understand It
blue and went right back into it Had to forfeit 'cause he couldn?t get with it Called it quits and when he split He said he didn?t have time for my juvenile