Juvenile - F+++ That n***a lyrics

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Juvenile - F+++ That n***a lyrics

We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white We go to all the spots, we be up all the night We'll tell a n***a 'f** ya' and be waitin' outside for him Bust him up and see how many n***as gon' ride for him Play the project bricks and watch for the law n***a come to my section we goin' to they section and ward We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars Spankin' n***as that be showin' off with they broads n***a catch a felony, he takin' his charge n***as turnin' state, we rapin' the boy It's a hard life we livin', they 'bout they drama We earn stripes for k**in', I'll attack like a rhino Some of the time motherf**ers be off they bases Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's Man, pop that n***a, man, k** that b**h Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that b**h Man, down that n***a, execute that b**h Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that b**h Man, pop that n***a, man, k** that b**h Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that b**h Man, down that n***a, execute that b**h Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that b**h Stay from 'round here, I tell ya these n***as ain't cool Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool We be duckin' off in the hallways and in the cuts Gettin' the f** when ATF is pullin' up People in the projects say, "Them n***as ain't sh**" They hustle all night for brand new outfits You're f**in' right, that's how it is on the block Real duck T-shirt, 'Bauds and Reebok's Camouflage around the neck and the dome f**ed up attitude totin' a big chrome Fighting for weed, n***a ain't ever goin' home Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of [Incomprehensible] We ain't tryin' ta see the jail house But if we do we hope we be able to bail out Know what I'm sayin', lil' daddy We need a lick, come up in the whole brick Kick in a n***a door and punish the whole clique Man, pop that n***a, man, k** that b**h Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that b**h Man, down that n***a, execute that b**h Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that b**h Man, pop that n***a, man, k** that b**h Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that b**h Man, down that n***a, execute that b**h Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that b**h Come through the hood where ya hang with a K and when I see ya What I'ma do to ya, I know I wouldn't wanna be ya Split your head in half, n***a, leave ya stressed in the street Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet I play it raw when I'm in beef, I'm a hot boy that's heat Get it how ya live is how it is where I be f** a n***a's how I feel, no n***a steppin' on my toes Without feelin' blockah, blockah from four fours I'm a dog with a gun in my hand I cut loose You're on the other end of that pistol, it's on you Get hit up, chopped up, did somethin' awful Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin Ain't part of my clique, f** ya n***a, don't please me I don't love ya n***a, you're no good, playa I don't trust ya, n***a To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust n***a, what Man, pop that n***a, man, k** that b**h Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that b**h Man, down that n***a, execute that b**h Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that b**h Man, pop that n***a, man, k** that b**h Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that b**h Man, down that n***a, execute that b**h Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that b**h Man, pop that n***a, man, k** that b**h Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that b**h Man, down that n***a, execute that b**h Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that b**h Man, pop that n***a, man, k** that b**h Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that b**h Man, down that n***a, execute that b**h Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that b**h Ya heard me Put fifty rounds in that n***a's what'cha do that b**h f** him, ya heard me, f** his whole clique, n***a Ya don't like me, I don't like you, n***a You don't like me that mean you don't like my clique I don't like you that mean I don't like you The n***as ya f** with, the n***as you affiliate with, ya heard me Any n***a who speak to ya, n***a, back you up, n***a f** you and all them too, n***a, ya heard me It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me f** all them old b**h a** n***as throwin' bricks [Incomprehensible] It's real over here, n***a, ya heard me We got this here and we holdin' this here down Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, n***a Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me Joe Casey, Travey ya heard me, all tha shots, n***a We comin' through, n***a, we layin' it down, n***a And we just doin' what we do, keepin' it real

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