- Juvenile hideout or rideout 歌詞
- Juvenile
- I strike a load you get served
I aint to be joked with
Fake Buster get smoked with, you provoke it
I explode it, unload it, reload it, unload again and
Put another clip in, 50
Shots to win
I cant lose its
Impossible
Plus I got a
Chopper 50
Shots bout to be droppin you
I be bout straight hittin the beef kicker the set then
Leave the set and leave a beef kicker wet
Jet off the scene with the
Uptown Fighters
Red Dot Sighers, all week
Night Flighters
Ima get cha when ya least expect it
Cock the Glock check it, a
Vase cant protect it boy
Is ya ready?
I leave yo set wetty
Slugs flyin high got ya body real heavy
Ya cant move, ya got bucked now ya stuck
Left wet on the set, tell yo boys to pick ya up
Out cold, head swole, eyes drove
I know Fasho you aint gone test me no more
Yo block tore, yo
Family in black clothes
You got blowed, and in yo chest is many holes
This goes,
A Lot of rounds of
AmmoI show how
Uptown Niggas drove
Ya fake boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
Automatic,
Black Chopper
Trigger Pullers
Thats how we be, loadin clips then release
Eight deep, in the 300
E, leather seats, and in the trunk atiliary
Up the street, where
I score shoul aint for me
The B.G. thats the name
I go byTest me?
You die ask
Kangol bout it
Hide Out, if ya clip slide out,
Ride OutYo block bout to die out
Move yo People
Im burnin& #x27; down the whole street
The Night
Creepers, bout to heat our enemy
Lights Off,
Mask On Creep
SilentLifes gone we dont left yo block quiet
Retaliate wait, know you not boy
Cause Im a
Hot Boy, Nine-
Milli Cock
BoyChopper gunnin you scared, you see us runnin
Start movin me and
Juvey when we comin[ Juvenile]
In yo lap yo brain sit, got a
Chopper splittin through bricks
A you Black
Crucifix, up in the dirt
I be knockin dicks
Smooth and
Beretically, my pocket rockin to
Six Figures
Im polverizin niggas pullin
K-Fs with two triggers
On my body theres a side of me
It only come out at night though
Them Demons got me on a flight
Duck Tape
N and takin life, or even worse
It could be
Three Oclock, on a
Sunday by
ChurchYo brains
Ima have to burst
You shouldnt have fucked with me first
Gettin full of some
Malcolm, Adams
Apple I scalp em
Got Richard
Penatin callin for
National Guards to come help him
Very seldom when ya see, when you do what do you do?
Bust back, better be a head shot, if not then its through
Im comin around the corner bout to pull a
Meatball on ya
Fully dressed like a hoe, and in my purse is a
CalicoMe and
Lil Turk if you heard of a merger on a murder50
Gz on his head, what the fuck did you say?50
Gz Fasho that nigga live next door
Callthe man, give him a rang, left the sucker change
Look I fuck with that rap shit, but acts a donkey on the low
A Hot Boy representin this bitch like
Black and
Moe[ Turk]I start to poppin niggas start to droppin
Im havin fatal thoughts
I think Im fuckin
Shell Shockin
Niggas bangin
Four, Five rangin in my ear
Im not scared , cause
Im Soldier, and
Soldiers have no fuckin fear
In my sleep at night,
Im seein war fights
Wakin up thinkin a nigga took my fuckin life
Unnecessary shit , mind clickin like a light switch
Who picked you up on any nigga or any bitch
Dont give a fuck, steady bangin in dodgin camoflaguin
With my Mack-
Elivin ,
Hot Boy $, that whole
Ca$h Money
ClickDont fuck with, unless we known to get in yo shit
Im Shell
Shock bitch, only thing on my mind
Kill a nigga with that fuckin
Chrome-9Dont have time for them dog hoes
Goin through a stage with that
Chopper and that 4-4[Juvenile]
Whats this shit
I hear about you boys
Partners-N-
CrimeYou think you
U.N.L.V. punished you bitches the last time
Now you gonna shine, let me put somethin on yo mind
Look I was born in this bitch for taken hits, and protectin shit
Its a Fasho thing,
Ima bring drama or
Ima wet cha
Ya bests be bout ya
Issue, if not
God bless ya
What makeyou think 2-2-6 wasnt strong?
Thats what we do, you wrong
They both com and they gone
Off Toppers,
Ima deal with you and yo
PartnersT.
C. , L.D. ,
Willard Street with
ChoppersDrama is the need for
Ca$h, we play it right though
Im comin to get a nigga ass, like
Im them white folks
Look, better be bout it, if not better be rowdy
Its all in yo mind ha?,
You gone shine, ha
I doubt it
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