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Juvenile

Hide Out or Ride Out

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[Lil` Wayne]
I strike a load
you get served like we toke with
fake busta get smoked with
aproach it
I explode it
unload it
reload it
unload again
and pull another left hand
fifty shots to win
i can`t lose its impossible
plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin` you
i be `bout strings hittin` the beef gigga head
then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet
jet
off the scene with the uptown fighter
red dot sighters
all week night flighters
i`m a get ya`, when ya` least expect it
cock the glock jacket
a vest can`t protect it
boy, is ya` ready
i`ll leave yo` set wetted
slugs flyin` high, got yo` body real heavy
you can`t move, ya` got buff
now your stuck
left Wayne on the set, and yo` boys to pick you up
out cold
head swoll
eyes closed
i know for sure
you ain`t gon` test me no more
yo` block tore
yo` family in black clothes
you got blowed
and in ya chest is many holes
this goes
for Lataranza Elmo
i show
how uptown niggas roll
ya` big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
automatic, black chopper trigger pullin`
that`s how we be
loadin` clips then release
eight deep
in the three-hundred E
leather seats
and in the trunk artillery
up the streets
where i started sure ain`t for me
the B.G.
that`s the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol Y
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo` block `bout to die out
move ya` people
i`m burnin` down the whole streets
the night creepers
`bout to heat our enemies
lights off masks on, creep silense
lights gone
we done left yo` block wired
retaliate
wait
no your not boy
`cuz i`m a Hot Boy
nine milli cock boy
chopper gunnin`
hoes scared of slugs, runnin`
start movin`, me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin`

[Juvenile]
we left yo` brain sick
up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin` the bricks
a young black crucifix
up in the dirt i be knockin` dicks
smooth and beretically, my pockets
rocket
to six figures
and polverizin` niggas
pullin`
A.K.`s and two triggers
my potn`s stand on the side of me
they only come out at night
them deamons got me on a flight
duck tapin` and takin` life
or even worse
it could be three O`clock, on a Sunday by church
yo` brains might have to burst
you shouldn`t have fucked with me first
since them bullets was cappin`
adam`s apples i`m scoutin`
got richer penintentiary ward
for the national guard to come get `em
very seldom do you see me, when you do
what do you do
bust back, better be a head shot
if not it`s you
i`m comin` around the corner
`bout to pulla meatball on ya`
purses like a coat
and them houses in calico
me and Lil Turk heard of a merger
on a murder
fifty G`s (grand) on his head
what ht fuck did you said
fifty G`s (grands) for sure
that nigga live next door
call the man
let the sucker plan
look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask `em don`t say no more
a Hot Boy representin` this bitch like black and Moe

[Turk]
I start to poppin`
niggas start to droppin`
i`m havin` fatal thoughts,i think i`m fuckin` shell shockin`
niggas bangin`
four-five ringin`
in my ear, i`m not scared
`cuz i`m a solja and solja`s have no fuckin` fear
in my sleep at night
i`m seeing war fights
wakin` up thinkin` that a nigga took my fuckin` life
unnecessary shit
mind clickin` like a light switch
to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch
don`t give a fuck
steady bangin` and dodgin`
camoulflagin`
with the mack alive and
don`t have time for these dog hoes
goin` through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four

[Juvenile]
What`s this shit i hear `bout you boys potna`s in crime
if that`s true i`ll punish you bitches for the last time
now you gon` shine?
let me put somethin` on ya` mind
lil` cowards takin` hits
and protecting shit
it`s a for sure thang
i`m a brang
or i`m a wet ya
best to be `bout yo` business, if not, God bless ya
look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn`t strong
that`s when we do ya wrong
they both come and they gone
off-toppers
i`m a get with you and ya` potna`s (patners)
T.C., L.D., and Williard street with choppers
drama hittin` a niggas cash
we play it right though
i`m comin` to get a niggas ass
like i`m them white folks
look, better be `bout it
if not better be rowdy
it`s all in yo` mind, ha?
you gon` shine, ha?
i doubt it

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