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| JUVENILE Miscellaneous They Lied"(feat. Big Tymers [Juvenile] I'm pot, and I can't say shit about skillet If you got a spot movin sellin bricks I can feel it Done mapped it all out, done made some phone calls We all got big dreams of seein the project ball After all, seperation is the downfall Instead of a chain of command niggaz wanna shot call That overnight money could be lose-your-life money Everybody want the crooked instead of the right money And then I ain't no better either, cause I lead a life of crime if I gotta fight for mine Look - somebody ain't leavin with a stripe this time Y'all don't want a drunk nigga gettin hype with nines My ex-girl done told me I can't see my children I hope nobody play with me cause I might kill them Shit, motherfuckers ain't never satisfied If you think niggaz don't have problems - they lied [Chorus] You niggaz think we don't have problems? They lied to ya You niggaz think we ain't with problems? Look they lied to ya You niggaz think we all hoes? Look they lied to ya Y'all think we dirty in our nose? Look they lied to ya You niggaz think we don't have problems? Look they lied to ya You niggaz think we ain't with problems? They done lied to ya You niggaz think we all hoes? They done lied to ya Y'all think we dirty in our nose? They done lied to ya [Baby] Fa sho' wodie Don't get me fucked up, cause you seen me on a movie We keep it real hood when we do a fuckin movie You saw us on the video, playin with hoes But you can find me in my ghetto nigga, totin a fo'-fo' I'm real with this shit nigga we dash on five-oh A big dice game nigga fuck them five-oh's I keep the same game nigga crack a guerilla hoe I play the same thangs but my prices get cheaper though I pull up in the Range Rover twenty inch mo-mo's I been through hard times, that nobody know Slang dimes crack times you could believe that wo' Comin through in the Bentley V-12 y'know Ten a ki is the price and we don't love no hoes Water whip playin games slangin bad ya-yo Jam him up and bust his head while he on that dope I got a bad feelin so I needs to go Fa sho' - you understand? Nigga outta line? You better bust his motherfuckin head wodie [Chorus - 0.75X] [Juvenile] I'm the motherfucker killed your boy, and what? You gon' do somethin bout it? Bitch nigga then stand up I'm not responsible for all the people that's gon' bitch out And innocent bystanders, that be up on yo' blocks Ain't no encyclopedia could teach me the hood How to not give out no credit and distribute the goods How police gon' hound me, investigate 'round me Catch me with a firearm them bitches gon' down me And I'm beefin with the biggest nigga in the city with work Ain't no tellin who he got workin for him in (?) If I hurt, then you hurt, you got work? I take yours I gotta records durin the season like the Lakers It's not for fun I got a gun you try to run I'm poppin one I'm to' up from the flo' up, just look at what the block done done I can't sleep - cause I'm too far in it I took over this motherfucker cause I knew y'all finished [Chorus] [Juvenile] F'real man I ain't tryin to disrespect none of you niggaz out chea If you do what you do, do it well KnowhatI'msayin? I ain't playa hatin I'm congratulatin I'm tryin to teach you niggaz how to get offa these streets And how to accumulate money, so you can be successful like the rest of these niggaz that are out chea, that's on TV These niggaz on MTV, BET, The Box and what have we All you niggaz could be successful But I want y'all motherfuckers to know we suffer just like y'all Man we go through it, we been through it But I'll slang iron if I gotta protect mine, believe that |
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