Letras:
Juvenile Hands On You

told me.....shawty doin that damn thingg damn thing gotta get my hands on you hands on you hands on you gotta get my hands on you hands on on you hands on you

t leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission

Gotta watch your every move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you) Gotta drive real cool when them pi's be on you (pi's be on you) Just because we

good to be alive It's just another street kid on your tail Running on the wrong side of the rails With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs You know

time you all catch on, I'ma end your career And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on! I'll throw you off of ten floors

you all catch on, I'ma end your career And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on! I'll throw you off of ten floors .. *AHHHHHHH

hands up (Niggaz) Throw the hands up (Bitches) Throw the hands up (Bustas) Throw the hands up (Hustlers) Throw the hands up (Hoes!) Throw the hands up (Boasters) Throw the hands

the scoop What you think I'm stupid My crew is mad deep I hope you niggas sleep [B.G.] I throw a bomb through you window Burn you up and your hoe I catch

you let them K's go? [B.G.:] Well bust somethin nigga [Juve:] Are you duckin that law? [B.G.:] You better run from em nigga [Juve:] Are you playin with