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[Verse 1: Juvenile] Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive didn't do shit with my brothers without makin e'm mad couldn't get along with nobody so I just ran with my Dad he took me right there where the killas be across court from Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means started snatchin purses by Wall Greens seen Titey get hit up in the melt when I was young paramedics couldn't even find his tongue thats when I started totin' my heat to call a G my family was deep but wasn't goin in that water with me right after Mr.Martin's class (??)and me straight to Barret think I was worried bout the trulency? please got paid for them old timers puttin in work like Mr. Frank he sold fruit, watermelons, and herbs [Chorus] Even though the times was hard I didn't fear no man but God you lookin at New Orleans crime rate right up in the place, soulja's beware this is Juve the great Juve the great Juve the great Juve the great this is Juve the great Juve the great Juve the great Juve the great this is Juve the great [Verse 2: Juvenile] Mama thought her son was really doin it tight when I was the one out here not doin it right until she found my stash she couldn't believe all the weed she found shit it must've been a half a pound I was thirteen then back when Yoga was caddillac'n it my campaign was let a lil nigga get a crack at it far from a gangsta but was learnin alot ain't just be the one that earnin the pot after the turn of the clock I started bankin on the low with the dope got slugged up so hoes'll notice me mo' tee's, reeboks, and girbauds I had a few (??) to write regular hood shit the average niggaz go through in life wanted to be a lil gorilla, and more day killas (???) and we ball I know they'll flip ya I stayed away from them cats who didn' Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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