Tytuł: What u scared 4

• Wykonawca: Juvenile
• Wyświetleń: 218

  
   [Juvenile]
  I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot
  I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not
  I say I hate em from a distance and they scopin' my neck
  But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck
  And I can already vision people sayin I'm wrong
  But I rather his momma than my momma singin that song
  Besides chickens gon' be chickens and ducks gonna be ducks
  And I'm all around guerrilla that love playin them cuts
  Im'a attached to the streets, those niggas in the pens
  Started problems wit ol' tymers that did ten
  And this bitch curly head still been in the case
  But he aint man enough to leave a real one in the face
  And to you 4-6 and 8 bitches wit t.v. Pranks
  You jeopardize my living quarters, wanna see me sank
  But I got news for everyone of y'all
  I know who yah is, plus I won't be satisfied until I go in yah crib
  
  [Hook]
  Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked
  You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too
  Lookin fed up so me and Wheezy we comin through
  And who ever sides yappin we gon' punish em too
  (Repeat x2)
  
  [Lil Wayne]
  Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless
  Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast
  I just got one suggestion, ask yah Testem, this cuz get hectic
  Send one through your son's intestines
  Lock, snock lung through testin's
  If the portrait, bodies piled up on porches, it won't be gorgeous
  Ride with the torch, scorchin, ready to blaze
  Step in me ways, kidnap your car for 70 days
  And let it be said Holly Grove's the home of a soldier
  And if a nigga breathe wrong than it's over
  I never love ya, my metal slug ya
  If you kept on fuckin wit the squad
  Put the coward's stomach by his thighs, nothin survives
  And as far as the coke, 20 bricks month and supply
  And as far as the dope, plenty chips come and say "Hi"
  Drop 3-2 roll, all black, buttons and shyer
  I don't need you hoe
  Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes
  What?
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Lil Wayne]
  Nigga C'mon
  You gotta love us
  Bumpin inside of humma's
  Ride as thugga's, we who be
  Think that them coward's busta's
  Why we hustlin in they sleep
  We be in that powder smuggle by the doubles every week
  And if one of them cowards run up try to knock him off his feet
  The brotha is Wheezy, love it or leave me
  Gats hug it and squeeze it
  Crack, bundle it easy
  Run it wit these n' murderers, crooks and x-cons
  Yah test mine I give it to yah chest 6 times
  [Juvenile]
  I believe in me and my family cuz niggas is broads
  That leave you slanted, thugged out wit a conspiracy charge
  All pussy aint the pussy like money and drugs
  I'm dickin bitches that trial and I'm the jury and judge
  I make sure I separate it, though I hate when I love
  Its just me, Cash Money Millionaires that wackin the plug
  Wud-up Lil Wheezy, im laid back up in the cut if yah need me
  Its love believe me
  
  [Hook]