Текст песни Juvenile f Big Tymers - They Lied
Juvenile f Big Tymers - They Lied слова песни
[Juvenile]I`m pot, and I can`t say shit about skilletIf you got a spot movin sellin bricks I can feel itDone mapped it all out, done made some phone callsWe all got big dreams of seein the project ballAfter all, seperation is the downfallInstead of a chain of command niggaz wanna shot callThat overnight money could be lose-your-life moneyEverybody want the crooked instead of the right moneyAnd then I ain`t no better either, cause I lead alife of crime if I gotta fight for mineLook - somebody ain`t leavin with a stripe this timeY`all don`t want a drunk nigga gettin hype with ninesMy ex-girl done told me I can`t see my childrenI hope nobody play with me cause I might kill themShit, motherfuckers ain`t never satisfiedIf you think niggaz don`t have problems - they lied[Chorus]You niggaz think we don`t have problems? They lied to yaYou niggaz think we ain`t with problems? Look they lied to yaYou niggaz think we all hoes? Look they lied to yaY`all think we dirty in our nose? Look they lied to yaYou niggaz think we don`t have problems? Look they lied to yaYou niggaz think we ain`t with problems? They done lied to yaYou niggaz think we all hoes? They done lied to yaY`all think we dirty in our nose? They done lied to ya[Baby]Fa sho` wodieDon`t get me fucked up, cause you seen me on a movieWe keep it real hood when we do a fuckin movieYou saw us on the video, playin with hoesBut you can find me in my ghetto nigga, totin a fo`-fo`I`m real with this shit nigga we dash on five-ohA big dice game nigga fuck them five-oh`sI keep the same game nigga crack a guerilla hoeI play the same thangs but my prices get cheaper thoughI pull up in the Range Rover twenty inch mo-mo`sI been through hard times, that nobody knowSlang dimes crack times you could believe that wo`Comin through in the Bentley V-12 y`knowTen a ki is the price and we don`t love no hoesWater whip playin games slangin bad ya-yoJam him up and bust his head while he on that dopeI got a bad feelin so I needs to goFa sho` - you understand? Nigga outta line?You better bust his motherfuckin head wodie[Chorus] - 0.75X[Juvenile]I`m the motherfucker killed your boy, and what?You gon` do somethin bout it? Bitch nigga then stand upI`m not responsible for all the people that`s gon` bitch outAnd innocent bystanders, that be up on yo` blocksAin`t no encyclopedia could teach me the hoodHow to not give out no credit and distribute the goodsHow police gon` hound me, investigate `round meCatch me with a firearm them bitches gon` down meAnd I`m beefin with the biggest nigga in the city with workAin`t no tellin who he got workin for him in blue shirtsIf I hurt, then you hurt, you got work? I take yoursI gotta records durin the season like the LakersIt`s not for fun I got a gun you try to run I`m poppin oneI`m to` up from the flo` up, just look at what the block done doneI can`t sleep - cause I`m too far in itI took over this motherfucker cause I knew y`all finished[Chorus][Juvenile]F`real man I ain`t tryin to disrespect none of you niggaz out cheaIf you do what you do, do it wellKnowhatI`msayin? I ain`t playa hatin I`m congratulatinI`m tryin to teach you niggaz how to get offa these streetsAnd how to accumulate money, so you can be successfullike the rest of these niggaz that are out chea, that`s on TVThese niggaz on MTV, BET, The Box and what have weAll you niggaz could be successfulBut I want y`all motherfuckers to know we suffer just like y`allMan we go through it, we been through itBut I`ll slang iron if I gotta protect mine, believe that