Juvenile

Juvenile - A Million And One Things songtekst

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 This.. this here's real, nigga
 It's real, nigga
 Too real
 Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
 Look, look
 This one here's on tha up, dog
 For all my people with bad luck, dog
 Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
 For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog
 For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
 See, this from shorty on tha real
 I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
 They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills
 If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
 If I got it ta spend, then I got it ta kill
 But listen, man.. I know ya see tha ice glistenin', man
 I know it make you wanna go get it bad
 But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
 'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
 I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
 But I betcha can't name one nigga like me
 That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
 And teach, my nigga
 If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

 (Chorus 2x [Juvenile])
 They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
 Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
 Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
 It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit it

 [Juvenile]
 Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
 What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?!
 I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
 Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84
 All tha hoes use ta jock ya
 Niggas use ta knock ya
 Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
 Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
 Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky
 Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
 Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
 And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
 I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men
 I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
 I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
 I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
 If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

 (Chorus 2x)

 [Turk]
 Look... look.. look
 Where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
 Some of my rounds doin' bad.. can't even much eat
 Everytime I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
 Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla
 Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
 I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
 Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
 Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'
 Niggas want me ta help 'em.. ain't helpin' theyself
 You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
 Ain't no love loss... I just gotta stay my distance
 Gotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin'
 Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
 Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
 Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
 If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

 (Chorus 2x)

 [B.G.]
 Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
 Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
 My niggas still my niggas... got love for 'em all
 I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall
 Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
 Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
 No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
 On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla
 On the reala... if I could do it, then you could
 Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
 Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
 Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear
 They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
 You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
 Do yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
 And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

 (Chorus 4x)

 [Juvenile talking]
 Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
 I mean everytime we come through, man, I do somethin' for my people, man
 I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'
 I try ta do things for tha football team
 Try ta take care of my people
 Try ta show them how ta help theyself
 'Cause they got a lot of problems
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