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Juvenile

Ghetto Children

 

Ghetto Children

(album: 400 Degreez - 1998)


[Verse 1]
In these times we gotta hustle cuz our pockets be hurt
Lil niggas wanna get fronted from who got work
Is she ready for that, you wanna wash the bus
Let a nigga know where they at so aint no stopping us
If you handle yo business right I'ma promote yo ass
You bitch out and try to kite I'ma come smoke yo ass
The shit that I'm giving you they trying blood ta get
The vicks be running through because they love the shit
So don't come with that no one bout it shit was cool
Niggas tried ta rob me nobody was coming through
Snitches I can't have that
Bitches I can't have that
Riches you can have that
Just bring me my cash back
Look its all gravy with me go head and shine
Thats how you play it with me ya big time
All I want is the Gs
With a trunk full of keys
A benz on 20s
You got something you can lend me
Shit nigga I aint doing nothing for me for free
Can't put no trust in you niggas cuz yall be trying ta run G
Cuz I don't like dreaming bout making no cheese
Wanna see my muthafucking bank account O.D.ed (over dosed)

[Chorus 2X]
Until then I'ma be thugging behind a project building
Smoking that fire be with the ghetto children
Plotting on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd)

[Verse 2]
Now I'm on some shit again
Leave a nigga stranded like Gilligan
Hundreds I'm considering
Lex it for a millian
Catch it nigga I'm killin'em
They spot but I aint feelin'em
My jacket off appearin them
Some a say its numerary
Parntnas in for sippering
Juvenile is different
Look at what I did to them
Niggas wearing reeboks instead of nikes and timbalands
Bitch niggas I be tippin'em
My mac 9 it be flippin'em
Some of these niggas is tryin ta run G
So I be gippin'em
They would do the same to me
Niggas aint no family
Shit is all a game to me
But nobody gone handle me
400 degreez
Totting guns running with me
No wonder we need
Mo money one could receive
Nigga wanna deal with this christ
I'ma put it open in his life
Never should I fuck with me right
Why you keep ducking me shy
I'ma knock ya head off
Nigga trying ta get to ya fuck trying ta play it off
You made the beef nigga so why is you scared
If you mind yo fucking business then yo life would be spared
I can't see it
Nigga try ta make me out a bitch I can't be it
I had a muthafucking problem with niggas like freed me
You probably can save yall self but you can't save yall neighbors
Um, and now I got cha spinning on round like a baseball playa
Put on this the table I'ma hit'em a nine
Foolish I had ta tame ta keep these niggas in line
Look cuz I don't like dreaming about making no cheese
Wanna see my muthafuckin bank account ODed (over dosed)

[Chorus 2X]

Ask them niggas bout me
Bet them bitches know me
Magnolia head buster out that wild T.C.
I'ma young nigga
Look at what ya done nigga
You done made me mad
Now I'm going get my gun nigga
Betta watch cha tongue nigga
Cuz I'm getting dumb nigga
Killed one nigga
Represent where I'm from nigga
See thangs don't cha never do fuck with a man his change or his mamma
You do that you won't drama
Fuck with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see
I'm out cha which one of you boys want me
I'ma keep it real with ya
Ya say you the man, I know I'm the man and I'm ready ta deal with cha
I'm prepared for the toe tagging
Keep my reeboks strapped tight with my gibauds sagging
Now, I done rocked a couple of Gs and done flipped that two times
I know I'm in a problem and they gonna persuit mine
I got bills ta pay I can't be playing with you jokers
These youngsters something else now ya bout ta get promoka
You can't understand how a nigga my age
Can hit the streets psyhced up busting with the twelve gage
But I don't like ta dream about making no cheese
In the future wanna see my fucking pockets Oded (over dosed)

[Chorus 1X]

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