Juvenile - Rover Truck lyrics

[Juvenile] I'ma keep it on my mind Stay slangin' iron Playin', ya die K's whippin' out Prey every time I'm straight off the porch - I live down the court Lookin' for that dope Kickin' in your door Tyin' up your hoe And break the b**hes up - run 'em in the cut I don't give a f** - if them people rush, they ain't catchin' us I gotta make the green Smokin' nicotine Know a n***a's scheme Run em' with the beam Runnin' with my team ¡­And get it how I live Keep it how it is Make a n***a cents Take a n***a b**h Hit him with it quick If it mean bustin' a head, I'm gon' do it Whatever it takes to get the bread, I'm goin' through it Tryin' to get my pockets swole up Juvenile is 'bout to blow up That third-ward sign I'ma throw up when I take it off of your shoulder They come with they mask on They be a clique, but I get 'em gone Hit n***as in the chest when I'm slangin' chrome Tryin' to k** me a n***a when the beef is on [Hook 2x (Juvenile)] Baby, let me get the keys to that Rover Truck Man, let me get this beef sh** over, bruh Ain't no b**hes here up in Magnolia, bruh Bust your big head is what was told to us [Juvenile] n***a, I'm straight from out the P.J., they murder easy Well, if you're spankin' out for three days, believe what we say n***as be shootin' that sh** in they van, some of 'em sellin' it The rest of 'em sniff the c**aine, high off that yellow sh** Young n***as already got they mind made up n***a f** with one of they boys, they get sprayed up A lot of these children don't have A/C in they house co*kroaches crawlin' all over the wall and they couch Little mites runnin' through the kitchen lookin' for crums While they mom hittin' they (?) in the bathroom Everyday you see a fight or shootout for a minute It ain't the projects, it's the n***as that's up in it Man, half of these motherf**ers ain't even from 'round here If they didn't have that work, they would never come 'round here And when they come they draw all the heat with 'em Lookin' for some n***as to get in the beef with 'em [Hook 2x [Juvenile]) [Juvenile] You better know that me and Wayne want the cash, or we bustin' a** ¡­soon as I get out of my Jag with a gun a mask Now play it how you say it - I bet ya won't, b**h I'll have you leakin' from your head when I take (?) What you want, huh? Boy, that weed or that coke? I don't know what the f** you on, but you about to get smoked I'll bring it to your front door right up on your porch Until your b**hes tell me, "Juvie, we ain't beefin' no more." Now, where the dope at? Paraphernalia? Give me twenty ki's before I k** ya Don't be makin' noise, n***a - shut the f** up You know where the dope at - now shut the f** up Bring me straight to it - don't be tryin' to act crazy I want her - I need her, ya know - that's my old lady I'm doin' bad, and my nerves bad with it I'm lookin' at your melon right now, and I wanna split it [Hook 2x (Juvenile)]