Juvenile - 400 Degreez lyrics

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Juvenile - 400 Degreez lyrics

[Robotic Voice] : 400 degreez [Verse 1:] Ya see me I eat sleep sh** and talk rap Ya seen that 98 mercedes on t.v. I bought that I had some felony charges I fought that Been sent to no return but still was bought back n***a threw some slangs at me woodie I caught that I punished them lil b**hes before they can car jack Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat If I aint a hotboy then what do you call that n***a disrespect me I'ma be in all black Companied by some n***as bout k**in' and all that Me Cory and mercy gettin' dunked on Ride top down so we let the trucks pause In the jepp ridin' four deep I booted up at these n***a claimin' they know me [Chorus] [Robotic Voice] You don't want to f** wit me Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz [repeat 2x] [Verse 2] b**h what I'll bust yo a** up Don't even go there woodie cuz I'm ready to mas up I heard about the money thats some nice change For the right price I'll bust the right frame Why must a n***a try I can't do the right thing Only God knows what the future might bring n***a might be shot, n***a might be triffling n***a might survive if he bout that right flame Whats up that'll stop a n***a from playin' Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand Boy look n***a don't play no games no mo n***a'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe Attitude adjustments we all need Don't call the enforcements n***a call me I bet cha I'll get them n***as off yo block I bet cha I'll show them n***as this boy hot [Chorus] Alright stop it cuz I done had enough When it comes to my partners I'm ready to bust Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck Man let me get this beef sh** over bro Aint no bit this year I'm from the 'nolia bro Whats yo beef plan cuz it was told to us How I'ma be runnin' with these k**as and backin' down How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown The G code what we live by and we die by The book is what we will never abide by n***as drive by, gettin loose Keep'em with each other like a checker board in use Come in compton or the watts n***a Up in New York ya keep'em open watch n***a Foe ya played by a hit or retalion All fine young black females stallions Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion You far away from ya home yous a alien [Chorus]

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