Juvenile: 

I hate to be doin' 5 but 10 even worse 

I'ma take it before the district attourney strike worse 

Beside he know what I did and they got evidence 

And I'm not about to play with them people inteligence 

Muthafuckaz try to stay, peep me at my residence 

Chargin' me for homicide, they say it was negligent 

Fuck it, I'ma accept my lick when it come to me 

Now let me see how many of these bitches gon' run for me 

Shit, my breath funky with a migraine headache 

Big pissed off cause I know I made a mistake 

But that's what I get fuckin' with pussy ass niggaz 

And 2 dollar hoes that'll trade you for cash figures 

They did that. but I got a way to get 'em back 

Not with the police though Juve ain't no rat 

Nigga tell me shit I done fallen for the end 

And you woulda had that dick look when you'd caught that 10 



Chorus: Juvenile (2x) 

You gon' take 'em (Five) 

Are you gon' take that shit to trial 

And gon' be denied 

Violate probation when you just got caught, with that ride 

That alibi ain't gon' work 

Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt 



Juvenile: 

All the money in the world can't even move you 

Your lawyers tryin' to fuck you, the judge tryin' to lose you 

The district attourney don't give a fuck about y'all 

Cause he gotta run run for office again in the fall 

So everything he cross examine he tryin' to fuck over 

Grudges on his shoulder, tryin' to read his quota 

You wastin' ya time boy when you wastin' they time 

Cause they'll start off with a nickel and try and give you a dime 

You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin KC 

You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin Ducky 

Both of my niggaz just cam home from doin' a bit 

Both of my niggaz know what encarceration is 

Lil Daddy, you fightin' a war you can't win 

Your guilty as charged soon as them people stand up in 

So accept ya lick, you got caught with more than a brick 

And you ain't gon see the streets 'til two-thousand and six 



Chorus: Juvenile (2x) 



Juvenile: 

It's sharks out here boy, niggaz be rattin' 

You be up in penitentiary and don't know what happened 

Law, you're tellin' me you're wanted for murder and kidknappin' 

Short on they information so they lyin' and scrappin' 

You don't want to be in jail that ain't you're place 

When your child graduate you gon' look her in the face 

Tell her lil wodie out there hustlin' somewhere across the nation 

All in the projects, take that probation 

Believe it or not, you be up in the cell block 

Far away from home where you can't eeven sell rocks 

Bitches ain't on your side like up in the bricks 

Cause once you up in the jailhouse they searchin' for that dick 

Sco' no, cho' no, I'm single 

My man up in jail, I can still mingle 

I'm my own woman, fuck who, what, or when 

My man can't whip me, cause he doin' ten 



Chorus: Juvenile (4x)