Текст песни Juvenile f Hot Boys - 400 Degreez
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[Juvenile]Hmm... You better run for it, run for it, run!Run for it, run for it, run!Run for it, run for it, run!You been known for fuckin it up, haThem bad-ass 20`s on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, haYou tryin` to stay from out that place, haMake sure you got your money straight ha, before it`s too late haYou want your Momma livin good haMove your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, haBaby post seventy off the hook, haManny Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, haJuvenile got them looks, ha; but you too scared to fuck with him cause he be runnin with them crooks, haI`m the one, haStick a fork in that nigga cause he`s done, hafor flippin the tounge, haYou got a probation hole, haYou got money for bail so now you ready to roll, haYou bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine haOne that look somethin like mine ha (Chorus 2x)You a paper chaser, you got your block on fireRemainin a G.. until the moment you expireYou know what it is.. to make.. nothin out of somethinYou handle your biz, and don`t be cryin and sufferin[Turk]We got this thing locked, haCash Money can`t be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, haAnd you like my Rolex watch, haAnd the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage with glocks, haAnd you like it when we stunt, haSmokin blunts, haYou be lovin them gold fronts, haWe millionaires, haNot far from billionaires, haGot different broads everywhere, ha[Lil` Wayne]You heard `bout Lil` Wayne, H-O-T B-O-Y, haShorty with the braids for Cash Money gon` pop, ha-uhI burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, haA remix, ha, they from the Nolia I`m from the Grove, haAnd you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, haI represent the 2.. uh 2-6, haIt`s guaranteed to be... foolish, haChorus (Repeat)[B.G.]You niggaz know I`m bout my biz, haYou niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, haYou know I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures hathen call up my clique and straight flip her haYou know my click number-one stunters, haYou know we `bout it, flexin Lex`s, Benz`s, and Hummers, haYou know you fuck with me, you`re dead, haBut don`t lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, haYou know that jailhouse is somethin, haBitch niggaz buckin, but when it go down, they run to the button, haYou know the B.G. ain`t right ha; you love you hoe, but she don`t wanna get it right, and keep it right, haIt`s goin` down in `99, haYou know fo` sho` that it Cash Money time to shine, haYou know I play the game raw, haYou know you slip up, I`ma take this beef shit too far, haChorus (Repeat)[Juvenile]Uh, uh, uh, uh, uhLet`s say you`re at a DJ, and them boys pullin` gunsYou better run for it, run for it, runYou in the Magnolia, and my people pullin` gunsYou better run for it, run for it, runRun for it, run for it, runRun for it, run for it, runWe`ll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga, stepFuck with CMR, we gon` march, nigga, stepPlay with Manny Fresh, we gon` march, nigga, stepPlay with my nigga, Baby, we gon` march, nigga, step