Cash Money niggas, they don't play that shit Thugged Out niggas, we don't play that shit Thugged Out, Cash Money ha B.G Juvenile ain't funny ha We
106 & Park, ain't been the same since I had it So I'm back at it, freeze Still a 'Juvenile' at '400 Degrees' Lil' girls still fallin' out, I'm still ballin
[Fans chant] Bow Wow Uh huh uh huh 106 & Park ain't been the same since I had so I'm back at it Freeze Still the juvenile at 400 degrees Lil girls still
We ain't the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets And when that drama starts the strap we expect to pull it You see a nigga holdin' gauge and
We ain't the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets And when that drama starts the strap we expect to pull it You see a nigga holdin gauge and
you ain't that a shame? Get it how you live, how you live betta get it, tried to rock now shit it, them niggas ain't takin no pity, it's yo world nigga
old niggas hoes When I come, I come with it, I don't rep Playa haters wanna kill me, march niggas, step Yeah I got it, fuck them niggas, I ain't hidin it
the side He ain't lying - I had the vibe, it was a pro-blem of mine But for me, he showed, wasn't no love in him So I ain't hesistate ta put them
disrespect I ain't fakin' it, yo' life I'm takin' it Hollow points bullets racin' it Niggas ain't makin' it When I bust Tell it to any nigga chopper
all them little kidz done got a dollar apiece And some knowledge ain't gon help em, keep em outa the streetz [baby (big tymers)] It's all good, lil one, won't
live by it and die by it If you play with me - ya playing with ya life right This ain't no walk in the park - it's a walk in the pen Niggaz try'na take
duckin' And everybody drugs raw - they don't cut it with nothin' [B.G.] It ain't mine - I just gotta get it how I live Can't question God on what He
it, run for it, run You in the Magnolia and my people pullin' guns You better run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it
of the street I got your brains to show you bitches, stop playin' with me And ain't no thing I got my ruger and I ain't scared to die Cross that line
be gettin' me higher Due to my clique, I walked to the front door Hope it ain't them po-po's I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind "What
will work with me cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot so I rock that ain't my plot baby pop my world don't stop so until that dayi'm
penny Happy days around my way we didn't find many Momma said that I was outta line talkin smack Extension cords to this young nigga's black back A juvenile