Juvenile - They Lied lyrics

(feat. Big Tymers) [Juvenile] I'm pot, and I can't say sh** about sk**et If you got a spot movin sellin bricks I can feel it Done mapped it all out, done made some phone calls We all got big dreams of seein the project ball After all, seperation is the downfall Instead of a chain of command n***az wanna shot call That overnight money could be lose-your-life money Everybody want the crooked instead of the right money And then I ain't no better either, cause I lead a life of crime if I gotta fight for mine Look - somebody ain't leavin with a stripe this time Y'all don't want a drunk n***a gettin hype with nines My ex-girl done told me I can't see my children I hope nobody play with me cause I might k** them sh**, motherf**ers ain't never satisfied If you think n***az don't have problems - they lied [Chorus] You n***az think we don't have problems? They lied to ya You n***az think we ain't with problems? Look they lied to ya You n***az think we all hoes? Look they lied to ya Y'all think we dirty in our nose? Look they lied to ya You n***az think we don't have problems? Look they lied to ya You n***az think we ain't with problems? They done lied to ya You n***az think we all hoes? They done lied to ya Y'all think we dirty in our nose? They done lied to ya [Baby] Fa sho' wodie Don't get me f**ed up, cause you seen me on a movie We keep it real hood when we do a f**in movie You saw us on the video, playin with hoes But you can find me in my ghetto n***a, totin a fo'-fo' I'm real with this sh** n***a we dash on five-oh A big dice game n***a f** them five-oh's I keep the same game n***a crack a guerilla hoe I play the same thangs but my prices get cheaper though I pull up in the Range Rover twenty inch mo-mo's I been through hard times, that nobody know Slang dimes crack times you could believe that wo' Comin through in the Bentley V-12 y'know Ten a ki is the price and we don't love no hoes Water whip playin games slangin bad ya-yo Jam him up and bust his head while he on that dope I got a bad feelin so I needs to go Fa sho' - you understand? n***a outta line? You better bust his motherf**in head wodie [Chorus - 0.75X] [Juvenile] I'm the motherf**er k**ed your boy, and what? You gon' do somethin bout it? b**h n***a then stand up I'm not responsible for all the people that's gon' b**h out And innocent bystanders, that be up on yo' blocks Ain't no encyclopedia could teach me the hood How to not give out no credit and distribute the goods How police gon' hound me, investigate 'round me Catch me with a firearm them b**hes gon' down me And I'm beefin with the biggest n***a in the city with work Ain't no tellin who he got workin for him in (?) If I hurt, then you hurt, you got work? I take yours I gotta records durin the season like the Lakers It's not for fun I got a gun you try to run I'm poppin one I'm to' up from the flo' up, just look at what the block done done I can't sleep - cause I'm too far in it I took over this motherf**er cause I knew y'all finished [Chorus] [Juvenile] F'real man I ain't tryin to disrespect none of you n***az out chea If you do what you do, do it well KnowhatI'msayin? I ain't playa hatin I'm congratulatin I'm tryin to teach you n***az how to get offa these streets And how to accumulate money, so you can be successful like the rest of these n***az that are out chea, that's on TV These n***az on MTV, BET, The Box and what have we All you n***az could be successful But I want y'all motherf**ers to know we suffer just like y'all Man we go through it, we been through it But I'll slang iron if I gotta protect mine, believe that