Off Top Juvenile (Ft. Big Tymers)

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Whodie we get down but to a certain extent
All that cha shoin' with them hoes be gettin' my name bent
I'm showin' you love but I love my money even mo
Disrespect me or play me off the top you gotta go
My people played me, we ain't getting down no more
Look that ain't how its 'posed to be but that's the way its gone go
I ain't with that front shit
That playin' with gun shit
That fuckin' with niggas who think they run shit
All that tongue shit
When my gun click, niggas silencing down
You was hollin' like a motherfucker bitch holla at me now
Peep, what made a nigga wanna go and mess with me bone
And he gettin' on my nerves, I'm bout to go in his home
Bitch my brother ain't no ho
Bitch my mother ain't no ho
Bitch my father ain't no ho
Why you try ta play me like a ho
Shit, I might as well just go head on and bust his head
Cause them people gone give me the charge anyway
If he come up dead
Now tell'em bout that beemer I got
Tell'em bout that new home I got
Tell'em bout that Cutlass on chrome I got
You hated soldier shit
Thats why you showed you was a bitch
Now you runnin' with yo melon cause you know you gone get it split