Mannie Fresh - In Ya Ass lyrics

[Juvenile] Look I'm tryin to live right now Make a better place for my kids right now Or get out my face is how it is right now All I wanna have is my own sh** right now.. So much go through my head all day The game situation is be paid or played I gotta eat the lottery is not for me it's homicide and robbery And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks It ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason I got away from all that bullsh**, that thuggin and thievin And as far as this Cash Money sh** it's part of my blood And we feed each other everyday by showin 'em love It don't matter what we came into we gonna stay blood And whoever sleepin on it dem dat's gonna wake up I need dough to feed me and my people To get a pie and eat special from, Julio's f** ya boy, I don't care, who he know Just make sho', that he pay, who he owe I ain't tryin to be a bully I just want what I earned He's a hardheaded child and it's time to be learned [Hook 2X: Juvenile] You don't like me, yeah? Well f** you in ya a** n***as is pure p**y and they made me mad You don't like me, yeah? Well f** you in ya a** n***as is pure p**y and they made me mad [Juvenile] I've seen sh** that a child my age, shouldn'ta saw They bustin right over the backseat of a stolen car I was seven they had to be about nine or ten His momma Fay she done ran through who's dyin again Damn but I don't really think she mean what she say As soon as she smoke that crack, sh** done f**ed with her head Momma gon' love her kids, any place, anywhere And if momma don't love her children, then momma need prayer Durin the struggles of my life I learned to take heed to sh** I paid attention to everything that went on in the bricks All of the early morning rushes to the late night fights I always visioned that one day this would be my life Back then it wasn't gravy, the street wasn't right Especially in our house, we didn't eat some nights On come new technology these days and times And it gave us other avenues and ways to grind f** what you got n***a, I'm makin mine I messed up my first lil change, I'mma be straight this time To the fullest, always huntin, for it to spend I went out and got it dawg, I can do it again [Hook] [Juvenile] Get off the block lil n***a this my spot lil n***a I don't care what you got you get shot lil n***a I been thuggin, and I'm lovin my life The reason I made it to here because I been livin trife For spite stoppin knockin old n***as off Tryin to be the f**in boss and shotcall Ride round in the toughest cars, double R's f**in over n***as don't want see me ball Now which one of your peers wanna come do this I ain't with all of that talkin cause my gun do flip Lift n***as off they feet when they run they lip Tryin to tell you bout people, tell you that chick's on chips You don't like me, yeah? Well f** you in ya a** n***as is pure p**y and they made me mad I'm straight off of the street that's why I'm out chea bad Comin through yo' door with a bag and a Mag [Hook] [Juvenile] If you don't like me n***a, n***a come out f**, I don't like you either though b**h-a** n***a Boy-a** n***a.. what? f** you in ya a** [Hook] Da da da Da da da da.. hahahaha I don't like you either though Punk, p**y, candy-a** n***a Wearin another n***a drawers a** n***a Take it like a man ya heard me?