Juvenile - ***** That Nigga Lyrics
[juvenile]We drink up all the round, we drink up all the whiteWe go to all the spots, we be up all the nightWell tell a nigga, ***** ya! and be waitin outside for himBust him up and see how many niggas gon ride for himPlay the project bricks and watch for the lawNigga come to my section, we to they section and wardWe rep hard out the wards in stolen carsSpankin niggas that be showin off with they broadsNigga catch a felony... he takin his chargeNiggas turnin state... we rapin the boyIts a hard life we livin... they bout they dramaWe earn stripes for killin.. Ill attack like a rhinoSome of the time... mother*****ers be off they basesWay out they boundary in unfamiliar placesLookin like a duck, seein all the wrong facesBut we know the rules and could be strapped in sks(chorus2x b.g.)Man, pop that niggaMan, kill that *****Man, shoot that niggaMan, spank that *****Man, down that nigga, execute that *****Put fifty rounds in that nigga is whatcha do that *****[juvenile]Stay from round here, I tell ya.. these niggas aint coolAint no love for outsiders, everybodys a foolWe be duckin off in the hallways.. and in the cutsGettin the ***** when atf is pullin upPeople in the projects say, them niggas aint shitThey hustle all night for brand new outfitsYoure *****in right... thats how it is on the blockReal duck t-shirt, bauds, and reeboksCamouflage around the neck and the dome*****ed-up attitude totin a chromeFighting for weed, nigga aint ever goin homeTryin ta get it how he live with a bundle of (? )We aint tryin ta see the jailhouseBut if we do we hope we be able to bail outKnow what Im sayin, lil daddyWe need a lick, come up in the whole brickKick in a nigga door and punish the whole clique(chorus2x)[b.g.]Come through the hood where ya hang with a k, and when I see yaWhat ima do to ya, I know I wouldnt wanna be yaSplit your head in half, nigga.. leave ya stressed in the streetHit ya everywhere in your body but under your feetI play it raw when Im in beef, Im a hot boy thats heatGet it how ya live is how it is where I be***** a niggas how I feel, no nigga steppin on my toesWithout feelin !blockah! !blockah! from four-foursIm a dog, with a gun in my hand I cut looseYoure on the other end of that pistol, its on youGet hit up.. chopped up.. did somethin awfulZipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffinAint part of my clique, ***** ya niggaDont please meI dont love ya nigga, youre no good, playaI dont trust ya, niggaTo me you aint nuttin but a bust nigga, what(chorus4x)[b.g. talking]Ya heard mePut fifty rounds in that niggas whatcha do that ********** him, ya heard me (***** him)***** his whole clique, nigga (***** em all)Ya dont like me, I dont like you, nigga (I dont like ya, nigga)You dont like me, that mean you dont like my cliqueI dont like you, that mean I dont like you (!blockah! !blockah!)The niggas ya ***** with, the niggas you affiliate with, ya heard meAny nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga***** you and all them too, nigga, ya heard meIts cash money for life, ya heard me***** all them old *****-ass niggas throwin bricks (? ? ? ? ? ? ? ) (***** em all)Its real over here, nigga, ya heard me (***** em all)We got this here (***** em all) and we holdin this here downYa heard me, we gon keep it like that, though, ya dig, niggaBaby, slim, juvie, b.geezy, turk, weezy, fresh, ya heard meJoe casey, travey, ya heard me, all tha shots, niggaWe comin through, niggaWe layin it down, nigga, and we just doin what we doKeepin it realCash money for life
