X: Juvenile] Give me a project bitch Give me a hoodrat chick One that don't give a fuck An say she took that dick [Verse 3: Juvenile] My momma send me
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you don't think I'm payin'for it that's the wrong hope 'Cause I know you wanna be Z'Rollin over chrome spokes bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends
tellin my girl to be patient a lick comin Eatin tuna everyday got her full wit a sick stomach In da hallway lookin for it all day Aint nuthin in da projects
Yo yo yo yo, it's Funk Doc, where the weed at, bitch? I speed backwards down a one-way from cops, see that shit? Believe that shit, slaughter, straight
when the beef is on [Hook 2x (Juvenile)] Baby, let me get the keys to that Rover Truck Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh Ain't no bitches here
, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (And plus the cold war) Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That throws more body bags than apartments in projects
the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini Had me puffin' on that Buddha gettin' buzzed, 'cause there I was Them block parties in the projects and
see how ill is my style An' if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now An' get 'em with Juvenile, feed pitbull puppies Bologna in the projects
2000 Y2K We ain't fit tha bearin fuck bamas, (?), (?) How bout Atlanta you know We ain't gotta smash pennies to make (?) no mo (Beyotch Beyotch) See I just look like this Project
I had habit Makin' words rhyme, I was caught up in the madness Juvenile Thugs come on, I tell the whole story nothin' but truth Halloween throwin' eggs from the project
Hungry Hustler, Afroman I am the American dream Even though the government tried to experiment with me By placing me in the projects, I'm still the American
to my grave Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave Must was meant for me to be thuggin', I stay in some beef Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile
Bitch ridin benz on 20 inch chrome Gimme the key, the car hoe, and the alarm For my prowler, my jag, my benz and my home Bitch you'll neva ride 20 inch
Now blocka nigga, get off me Get some off that cocky weed and roll that bitch up Won't play with me like I'ma choke that bitch up Keep it on the turf
and no 9 Who was trained by Ed Koch to hop a turnstyle See cop smile, peep cops gun Now see little juvenile me in Reeboks run Through the projected
, "Fuck you" You needs to worry 'bout you Instead of what to not do Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me Alota
mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
