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Текст песни Juvenile f Big Tymers - Tha G-Code

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Juvenile:I put my trust in myself and my 9 firstY`all niggaz second, third, and fourth because I`m firstCan`t you tell I never had nothin`Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin`If them people catch me I`m goin` to jail fo` sho`My old lady ain`t gon` be sendin` me no mail no mo`While I be askin` my lawyers, "When they gon` let me go?"He be tellin` me, "Just be cool until you go to court"Get out, back to the bricks, it`s the same old shitNiggaz got 2.50 a piece goin` half on a nickBack and forth to keys, but the Lil Weezy handle purchasePopeye`s for the ballers, the ghetto eatin` Church`sShop always open `cause nobody never closesSome of `em like that needle, some play with they nosesI ain`t nothin` like a candle light dinner, wine and rosesNiggaz tryin` to run throught they packets to get some mo` shitChorus: Manny Fresh (4x)Somethin` gotta shke niggaI`ma bake a cake niggaRun with all the reall niggazJack all of the fake niggazJuvenile:My hallways full of pissNigga say he gon` break me off, he full of shitThat`s why I got that chopper in the back full of clipsAbout to go and hit a whole stash full of bricksAll my niggaz gone, I`m the last in the clickI gotta get my hands on some cash and a whipI gotta do somethin`, lookCause this ain`t gonna last long, gotta get my cash onCome upon a superfire lick and get my ass homeAin`t thinkin` about jumpin` out Lex`s and BenzesWith the TV`s, and the CD`s, and 20 inch `renzesLook here, my situation ain`t the best in the worldI`m a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that GuerlWodie, c`mon and get your skull cracked, tryin` to erase meI got iron ready to warbat, and it`s all for safetyMuthafucka might come, but he better come correctCause I ain`t aimin` at nothin` else but you` head and yo` chestChorus: (4x)Baby:Put a hit on a bitch, ain`t got no time for no bullshitNigga outta line, we kill`d the bitchNow, in my city, they burn, baby burn4 found dead, and they burn, baby burnI don`t have no question, we all must learnTo tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churnI got that work nigga, all y`all know the rulesI don`t play, I`m a mastermind, it`s a Big Tymer, foolPay up when you been fronted work, that`s the ruleRolls parked, I play this game with no lawRed Beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jawA nigga must pay, I`m tryin` to see a better dayWent to Miami bought that Azora anywayThree time loser totin` tools, nigga that`s the rulesJust the chance I gotta take on these streets foolFlippin` chickens, corner spitin`, hardtimes a foolChorus: (6x)Manny Fresh:Somethin` gotta shake niggaI`ma bake a cake niggaRun with all the real niggazClick-Clack all of the fake niggazLay it down2GYou know me

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