Uh, uh, uh I took my first in seventy-five I tell the story yesterday when [Incomprehensible] was alive Didn't do shit with my without makin' 'em mad Couldn't get with nobody so I just ran with my Dad
He took me right there the killas be Across the from Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry We shot ball on tryna get paid by all means snatchin' purses by Wall Greens
Seen Titey get hit up in the melt when I was Paramedics even find his tongue when I started totin' my heat to call a G My was deep but wasn't goin' in that water with me
Right after Mr. Martin's [Incomprehensible] and me Straight to Barret think I was worried the trulency, please Got paid for old timers puttin' in work Like Mr. Frank he fruit, watermelons and herbs
Even though the was hard I didn't no man but God You at New Orleans crime rate Right up in the place, soulja's beware this is Juve the
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Mama thought her son was doin' it tight I was the one out here not doin' it right Until she found my stash, she couldn't believe all the she found Shit it been a half a pound
I was thirteen back when Yoga was caddillac'n it My was let a lil' nigga get a crack at it Far from a but was learnin' a lot Ain't just be the one that the pot
the turn of the clock I started bankin' on the low with the dope Got up so hoes'll notice me mo' Tee's, Reeboks and I had a few [Incomprehensible] to write Regular hood shit the niggaz go through in life
Wanted to be a lil gorilla, and day killas [Incomprehensible] and we ball I they'll flip ya I stayed away from them cats who didn't communicate 'Cause was them niggaz that would've had me in jail
Even the times was hard I didn't no man but God You lookin' at New crime rate Right up in the place, soulja's beware is Juve the great
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At fifteen I carried a lot of weight on my Me and my infact, I kept my money intact I mad my power moves soon as Juv' got one Headed straight to the Irish nigga who got guns?
Shit my Bobby and survival got hit too And I heard my name was poppin' up in some too Wasn't no cool cans off no more It was either cry like a or go sell it and score
My first case wanted my respect in the way Couldn't tell me shit when I was hungry and a nigga way out his religion ya heard me I guess it's to who and never was worthy
Every since I learned guns and coke I made a vow to myself I would never go broke Do I gotta do to eat I probably can't play no sports but I can work streets
Even though the was hard I fear no man but God You lookin' at New Orleans crime Right up in the place, soulja's beware this is Juve the
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