Juvenile

Juvenile - Follow Me Now lyrics

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To see just how it feel
 No worries bout no bills  negotiating deals
 Buy me some shit
 Stuntin' in this bitch
 20s be on hit
 Everything legit
 I don't want no war
 But I can take it far
 Put bullets in your car  whoever that you are
 Woodie get in line
 Make sure you aint gone shine
 We be slangin iron
 Everyday and everytime
 Just because I'ma bad
 I rammy after jags
 When I get a sack
 To niggas I'ma threat
 Keep on gettin' blowed
 Aint worried bout these hoes
 Boy you know thats cold
 The way I got'em drove
 Shinin' like white diamonds
 Nothin' but big tymin
 My situation climbing
 But simply cuz I'm rhymin'
 The shit done hit the fan
 They callin' me the man
 Ya'll boys don't understand
 This shit's going as planned

 Chorus:
 Now follow me now if you want it on
 Salute at ease, then you carry on
 Nigga drop and gimme 50 if you do it wrong
 I'm into weapons I control the dome

 Give me all my chesse
 With no static please
 Go off with these reeds
 In between your knees
 You playin' you gone learn
 Yo partners aint gone turn
 Right after you get burned
 We gone get them some churn
 I'ma tell you once
 I'm bout pullin' stunts
 Got golds on my fronts
 Stay full of them blunts
 I don't want be broke
 I gotta feed my folks
 Cuttin' niggas throats
 Then runnin' by these hoes
 Open up yo chase
 Let me get a taste
 A lot of niggas fake
 Can't let it go to waste
 I wont let it be
 Give that there to me
 All of ya'll gone see
 Me in luxury
 Look me in my eyes
 Don't tell me no lies
 You wanna take my life
 You tryin' to get some trife
 None of you I fear
 I'm runnin' this right chea
 Aint gone shed no tears
 When you disappear

 Chorus:

 I try to leave that lone
 But you did that wrong
 You call me on the phone
 And told me it was on
 Now I'm in them streets
 Bringin' all that heat
 Straight to where you sleep
 Won't even let you eat
 Somebody gonna snitch
 And go out like a bitch
 But I'ma get'em quick
 And hit'em with my shit
 Them laws gonna try to bust
 But I don't give a fuck
 He would of shot me up
 If he'd of got me stuck
 I'ma take my charge
 Aint cryin' like no broad
 And holla at them boys
 On the boulevard
 Woodie I'm in jail
 Get all off my mail
 See about my bail
 Get me out this hell
 So I can see the block
 And open up my shop
 I hope that bitch aint hot
 Nobody got my spot
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Language: English

Appearing on: 400 Degreez (1998) , The Greatest Hits (2004)

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