the bible never saved shit I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept You can't
Vernon, to Mount Rushmore OK kid, you know my style is buckwild literature That you can never get when I'm thinkin your particular flavor that you want
it but it won't stay away from me [KRS-One] You better ask yourself What do you want, what do you need, what will you find Don't be afraid, don't
] Mama, mama You know you raised me with no father figure I wanna take this time to thank you Even though I'm doing Life Alright Mama, mama You know you raised me
m smiling back to juvenile'ing I learnt her lesson in like flint and styling all the world is neatly curled around my littlest finger I can't stop this
this uphill battle But Xzibit unravel Have smoke will travel I bust Teflon rhymes Into the crowd, bitch You anin't Steve Rif So stop trying to get Loud You
't even try (try) Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy) [Bridge (Akon):] 'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me On the block
didn't even try (try) Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy) [Bridge (Akon):] 'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me On the
the city on fire and I didn't even try Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die, ayy 'Cause if you lookin' for me you can find me On the block
to kick this party up, is that alright? [ ROUND 1: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You
irrelevant Just don't let your emotions over power your intelligence Refuse to give up, your mistakes don't define you They don't dictate where you headin', they remind you
'mma ride, you can die if you want to But all them real soul jahz come on move! Get your suits on, boots on its Juvenile T H U G that's thug we be (T
tippin you twenties 'cause you cold with that shit that you do...ya mood shocked me unlike these other hoes in ya crew you don't jock me I'd like to
you smell what Tical cookin' Ain't tryin' to see central bookin' so tell ya goon stop lookin' 'Know What You Did Last Summer', so I started hookin' You
can't tell Everybody and their hoochies, when you do it, do it well Let me see you take it off Girl, go and take it off We can even do it slow We can
morn You doin' them jeans, yea black, you need to stop it It looks like you got a loaf of bread in your pocket Should have followed you first mind and snatch you
I'm driving you Lil mamma my shit together I ain't jiving you I don't think that nigga could do you better than I could do, you know The Juvenile from