I Did That Juvenile (Ft. B.G., Big Moe & Bulletproof)
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[Intro: Juvenile]
Them Hot Boys out here, ya heard me?
The B.G., headbussin' Moe, fa sho
Bout to make it happen
Magnolia bout that gafflin'
Valence & Magnolia
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
I'm in the jungle, of niggas that's lookin' for static
Two niggas stuck and jackin' just to support his habit
Them people rollin', so I gotta do what I can
I gotta pound of that sand I picked up from the man
The luxuries I gotta have it, black savage
He's in the streets holdin' up traffic
With the plastic, .45, Desert Eagle automatic
My glass is, filled with J.D. and coca-cola classic
And niggas that playa-hate I got somethin' for yo asses
I'ma act a donkey, boy you best not run up on me
You niggas phony, that's why I did that to your homie
For instance, when the Mac-9 will erase your existence
So distance, yourself from me 'cause my conscience be clickin'
Niggas be paranoid when they see I be dippin'
Sayin', man let me go, he bout to stomp on that trigger
Somebodies wig get split in the middle 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 and I'ma shoot'cha and tell your Mommy bye-bye
Hungry for money, like vampires hungry for blood
Better get to runnin', solja reeboks is in the mud
Them Hot Boys out here, ya heard me?
The B.G., headbussin' Moe, fa sho
Bout to make it happen
Magnolia bout that gafflin'
Valence & Magnolia
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
I'm in the jungle, of niggas that's lookin' for static
Two niggas stuck and jackin' just to support his habit
Them people rollin', so I gotta do what I can
I gotta pound of that sand I picked up from the man
The luxuries I gotta have it, black savage
He's in the streets holdin' up traffic
With the plastic, .45, Desert Eagle automatic
My glass is, filled with J.D. and coca-cola classic
And niggas that playa-hate I got somethin' for yo asses
I'ma act a donkey, boy you best not run up on me
You niggas phony, that's why I did that to your homie
For instance, when the Mac-9 will erase your existence
So distance, yourself from me 'cause my conscience be clickin'
Niggas be paranoid when they see I be dippin'
Sayin', man let me go, he bout to stomp on that trigger
Somebodies wig get split in the middle 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 and I'ma shoot'cha and tell your Mommy bye-bye
Hungry for money, like vampires hungry for blood
Better get to runnin', solja reeboks is in the mud
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