Cock It Juvenile

[Juvenile]
Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Mic check one, two
It's Juvenile coming through
Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon

[Verse 1]
Who the man? if I ain't it nigga can't claim it
I can take a small name and make it famous
I reason with no one homie I got fa sho cliental
I'm a XL out here in the streets or lyin in jail
I'm quick tempored please limit ya words
I will send you in a hurry down south with the splurge
It's kind of hard to understand me cause I speak with a slur
But my guns speak a language all the people done heard
Streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute
You fuckin with a general salute me lieutenant
I'm not too particular with lies
I look 'em in there eyes say a pray before you die
This ain't about me this about somethin thats spoke
You know runnin with a nigga while you cuttin his throat
Oh them loose lip bitches get hung from a rope you know
Bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Cock it, take Beretta then pop it
Give me that out ya pocket cause the vest can't stop it
East coast whassup, Down south whassup
West coast whassup, Mid West whassup