Juvenile

Juvenile - Ode lyrics

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I ain't terrified from nuthin'
 I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
 Better watch me cuz I'm coming
 With a oven by my stomach
 I'm scramblin' for the money
 Tape ya up like a mummy
 Call ya people and tell 'em
 I need 50 for this dummy
 I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin'
 Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin
 Dumpin' fire and bustin'
 Lovin, lyin' and lustin'
 Stealin' killin' and rapin
 Runnin' climbin and chasin
 Strugglin hustin' to make
 Get it got it I take it
 Watch ya Chevy mister
 Move ya purse miss
 Cuz I tote heavy pistols
 And man they burst quick
 It's too late to hesitate
 I was told there'd be better days
 But shit that was yesterday
 And still I haven't ate
 But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug
 These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood
 Can't hide it though
 I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove
 That's my G-code

 Chorus (Lil Wayne):
 Now put ya box in the mud
 Get ya glocks in ya gloves
 Ride drops on dubs
 We gon' live by that
 Make the snitches catch a cut
 Soldier pistol nigga what
 Hit the block and open up
 We gon' die by that
 (repeat)

 Juvenile:
 We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
 Foreign properties and pack some menthals
 Got us a fire connect and went off
 Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
 Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it
 Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
 Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis
 Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in
 Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
 The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
 Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie
 Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie
 Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
 Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin
 Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
 We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

 Chorus

 Juvenile:
 If war ever came we held the fort down
 Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
 Stayed on point to make some more green
 Get our stash away from dope fiends
 Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
 Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome
 We kept a little work for the ki's and bones
 Crowds draw heat so we be's alone
 We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
 Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
 24/7 all around the clock
 We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
 We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready
 Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti
 Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
 We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

 Chorus x 2
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Language: English

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