Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? Bag
译文: 少年. 消失.
If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time Know we gone, how they sleep at night if they know they be lying This shit we deal
said? I be right back real maxin blastin, terrin up your Fila fashion give him what he askin feelin aint know what happened back at the cabin, be at
Fake niggaz spreadin like vapors now Think dey hard cause dey made a lil paper now Walk around like dats what shaped us now It?s funny how they all wanna be
rip a hole in yo fuckin stomache when the war over with thats when they really comin, so I take my fuckin money and I buy em all, cuz my niggaz be in
jiving you I don't think that nigga could do you better than I could do, you know The Juvenile from cross the street by the derby Same nigga used to be
swole up Juvenile is 'bout to blow up That third-ward sign I'ma throw up when I take it off of your shoulder They come with they mask on They be a clique
ass swollen or what? Yes sir yes sir Oh we gonna take it back like theives and foes Nasty as i wanna be That must be 2 loud for your crew Hoe get down
nasty girl Back that ass up says Juvenile Show a nigga some titties like Girls Gone Wild Show a nigga some titties like Girls Gone Wild Show a nigga
in the glove, who can relate with us? Never had an easy life, shit's way out Clips spray out, fools pay out or play out Any scenario, been there, done that Gone
start the law, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star yo, you might be illin', you might be wildin' but you wont be smilin' on Rikers Island Rikers Island
, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star Yo, you might be illin', you might be wildin' But you wont be smilin' on Rikers Island Rikers Island, Iraq Rikers
check 'em I be poppin' D, smokin' weed and full of that Hennessey Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary Everybody whisper in ears when they gone
our way to the p's Ya'll know I go I be nervy than deez Niggas who scheme, niggas who be tryin' to get Bleek So you know I keep the heat, I be ready
streets I'm fully in it bitch your shit is juvenile to me We can squash it go head let you warm up the crowd for me I hate to even be like this you
ass whipped, And it was cool with the mac and the calliope, They came together and controlled nothin' but the dope, This shit is real, I ain't gone bullshit
you think I'm playin games See that's why lil niggas like u get murder over 'caine Put yo self in a spot where u won't be working again I ain't gone let