Bounce  bounce  bounce
 J j j j j Juvenile and Jigga
 The remix

 [Juvenile]
 You at the point of no return  ha
 If your daddy get out the way with you  you gon to let him
 learn  ha
 Life's a bitch  ha
 Niggas be fakin but you ain't givin em shit  ha
 You stealin the bricks  ha
 You got a wife and three kids  ha
 But you be fuckin around right in the neighborhood you live  ha
 You own a truck  ha
 With tv's and cd's rimmed up, ha
 Fuckin em up, ha
 You won't be stuntin on your cell, ha
 Get your partner some money orders and commence to jail, ha
 You bout ready to roll a draw, ha
 Some of that drove, ha
 You bout to get you some more, ha
 You that nigga with all that cheese, ha
 You that nigga that whipped that girl and she called the police, ha
 You understand, ha
 You ain't gon cry like a bitch, you gon be a man, ha
 Where ever you stand, ha

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 You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
 Remaining a G until the moment you expire
 You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
 You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering

 [Jay-Z]
 You done got yourself in some deep shit
 Now you stuck in your house, you gotta peep the remix
 You can't go out cuz they gon leave you in a deep ditch
 And hit you with the sign if you decide to keep shit
 The only reason you alive cuz you read lips
 And you drove by the block, low and you seein shit
 Seen em mouthin off, they don't need this shit
 How they sick of you, duckin, dodgin and weavin and shit
 How they call you when you don't return they beeps
 Now they ready to kill you and all your peeps
 You done fucked around with some wild niggas
 You done fucked off the dough and Juvenile and Jigga's
 You better get it back, or sleep where the river's at
 They send shots through your fifty cap
 They got big guns that go brrrrrrrap, brrrrrrrap, brrrrap
 Where your niggas at?

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 [Juvenile]
 You gotta get up off your ass, ha
 And make the cash, ha
 And stay away from them bags, ha
 Two and two done come together, ha
 Juvi and Jigga, ha
 Straight up guerrillas, ha
 That nigga mad and fresh a fool, ha
 He be playin it to the bitches on every song he do, ha
 My fuckin album going plat, ha
 You bought the tape, ha
 Tell em ain't none of it fake, ha
 You got a shipment coming in, ha
 During the week, ha
 Got a little something for me, ha
 You boy and them be drawin heat, ha
 But that's your wootie so you gotta find you someone to creep, ha
 Nigga tired of livin fast, ha
 Your boy hit the stash, ha
 Now you wanna go bust his ass, ha
 You keep it real, ha
 You don't fuck with no nigga but you will kill, ha
 You know how it feel, ha

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