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Juvenile - Take Them 5 lyrics
Juvenile: I hate to be doin' 5 but 10 even worse I'ma take it before the district attourney strike first 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' deny it 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 do 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 Brothers 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 |
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