Juvenile - 400 degreez

400 degreez

Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap
Ya seen that 98 Mercedes on t.v. I bought that
I had some felony charges I fought that
Been sent to no return but still was brought back
Nigga threw some slangs at me whoadie I caught that
I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack
Now I'm lookin' for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'mma be in all black
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on
Riding top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jeep ridin' four deep
I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me

Bitch what I'll bust yo ass up
Don't even go there whoadie cuz I'm ready to mask up
I heard about the money that's some nice change
For the right price I'll bust the right brain
Why does a nigga try, I can't do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
Nigga might be shive, nigga might be triflin'
Nigga might survive if he bout that rifling
Whats up that'll stop a nigga from playin'
Something like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo
Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his ho
Attitude adjustments we all need
Don't call the enforcements nigga call me
I bet cha I'll get them niggas off yo block
I bet cha I'll show them niggas this boy hot

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Alright stop it 'cause I done had enough
When it comes to my pockets I'm ready to bust
Baby let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man let me get this beef shit over bruh
Ain't no bit this year I'm from the 'Nolia bruh
Whats yo beef plan 'cause it was told to us
How I'mma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down
How I'mma look in front of my people, like a clown
Tha G code what we live by and we die by
The book is what we will never abide by
Niggas drive by, gettin' loose
Beefing with each other like the Checker Board and Goose
Come in Compton or the Watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females stallions
Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion
You far away from ya home you's an alien

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