ghetto children lyrics – juvenile

any times we gotta hustle ‘cuz our pockets be hurt
lil’ n*gg*s wanna get fronted from who got work
is she ready for that? you wanna wash the bus
let a n*gg* know where they at so ain’t no stoppin’ us
if you handle yo business right i’ma promote yo *ss

you b*tch out and try to kite i’ma come smoke yo *ss
the sh*t that i’m givin’ you they tryin’ blood ta get
the vicks be runnin’ through because they love the sh*t
so don’t come with that no one ’bout it sh*t was cool
n*gg*s tried ta rob me n*body was comin’ through

snitches i can’t have that, b*tches i can’t have that
riches you can have that, just bring me my cash back
look it’s all gravy with me, go head and shine
that’s how you play it with me ya big time
all i want is the g’s, with a trunk full of keys, a benz on 20’s

you got something you can lend me
sh*t n*gg* i ain’t doing nothin’ for me for free
can’t put no trust in you n*gg*s ‘cuz y’all be tryin’ ta run g
‘cuz i don’t like dreamin’ ’bout makin’ no cheese
wanna see my m*th*f*ckin’ bank account oded

up until then i’ma be thuggin’ behind a project buildin’
smokin’ that fire be with the ghetto children
plottin’ on a way that we can make a million million lord lord
up until then i’ma be thuggin’ behind a project buildin’
smokin’ that fire be with the ghetto children
plottin’ on a way that we can make a million million lord lord

now i’m on some sh*t again
leave a n*gg* stranded like gilligan, hundreds i’m considerin’
lex it for a million, catch it n*gg* i’m killin’ ’em
they spot but i ain’t feelin’ ’em, my jacket off appearin’ them

some a say it’s numerary, parntnas in for sipperin’
juvenile is different, look at what i did to them
n*gg*s wearin’ reeboks instead of nikes and timbalands
b*tch n*gg*s i be tippin’ ’em, my mac 9 it be flippin’ ’em

some of these n*gg*s is tryin’ ta run g
so i be gippin’ ’em, they would do the same to me
n*gg*s ain’t no family, sh*t is all a game to me
but n*body gone handle me, 400 degreez

tottin’ guns runnin’ with me, no wonder we need
mo money one could receive, n*gg* wanna deal with this christ
i’ma put it open in his life, never should i f*ck with me right
why you keep duckin’ me shy? i’ma knock ya head off

n*gg* tryin’ ta get to ya f*ck tryin’ ta play it off
you made the beef n*gg* so why is you scared?
if you mind yo f*ckin’ business then yo life would be spared
i can’t see it, n*gg* try ta make me out a b*tch i can’t be it

i had a m*th*f*ckin’ problem with n*gg*s like freed me
you probably can save y’all self but you can’t save y’all neighbors
and now i got cha spinnin’ on round like a baseball playa
put on this the table i’ma hit ’em a nine

foolish n*gg*s i had ta tame ta keep these n*gg*s in line
look ‘cuz i don’t like dreamin’ about makin’ no cheese
wanna see my m*th*f*ckin’ bank account oded

up until then i’ma be thuggin’ behind a project buildin’
smokin’ that fire be with the ghetto children
plottin’ on a way that we can make a million, million lord
up until then i’ma be thuggin’ behind a project buildin’
plottin’ on a way that we can make a million
smokin’ that fire be with the ghetto children
children, children, children, lord

ask them n*gg*s ’bout me, bet them b*tches know me
magnolia head buster out that wild tc, i’ma young n*gg*
look at what ya done n*gg*, you done made me mad
now i’m goin’ get my gun n*gg*, betta watcha tongue n*gg*
‘cuz i’m gettin’ dumb n*gg*, killed one n*gg*

represent where i’m from n*gg*, see thangs don’tcha never do
f*ck with a man his change or his mamma
you do that you won’t drama, f*ck with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see
i’m outcha which one of you boys want me, i’ma keep it real with ya
ya say you the man, i know i’m the man and i’m ready ta deal withcha

i’m prepared for the toe taggin’
keep my reeboks strapped tight with my gibauds saggin’
now, i done rocked a couple of g’s and done flipped that two times
i know i’m in a problem and they gonna pursuit mine
i got bills ta pay i can’t be playin’ with you jokers

these youngsters somethin’ else now ya ’bout ta get promoka
you can’t understand how a n*gg* my age
can hit the streets psyched up bustin’ with the twelve gage
but i don’t like ta dream about makin’ no cheese
in the future wanna see my f*ckin’ pockets oded

up until then i’ma be thuggin’ behind a project buildin’
smokin’ that fire be with the ghetto children, lord

/ juvenile lyrics