in ya ass lyrics – juvenile

look i’m tryin’ to live right now
make a better place for my kids, right now
or get out my face is how it is, right now
all i wanna have is my own sh*t, right now

so much go through my head all day
the game situation is be paid or played
i gotta eat the lottery is not for me it’s homicide and robbery
and a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks

it ain’t cool if my people don’t eat they part of the reason
i got away from all that bullsh*t, that thuggin’ and thievin’
and as far as this cash money sh*t it’s part of my blood
and we feed each other everyday by showin’ ’em love

it don’t matter what we came into we gonna stay blood
and whoever sleepin’ on it dem dat’s gonna wake up
i need dough to feed me and my people
to get a pie and eat special from, julio’s

f*ck ya boy, i don’t care, who he know
just make sho’, that he pay, who he owe
i ain’t tryin’ to be a bully i just want what i earned
he’s a hardheaded child and it’s time to be learned

you don’t like me, yeah? well f*ck you in ya *ss
n*gg*z is pure p*ssy and they made me mad
you don’t like me, yeah? well f*ck you in ya *ss
n*gg*z is pure p*ssy and they made me mad

you don’t like me, yeah? well f*ck you in ya *ss
n*gg*z is pure p*ssy and they made me mad
you don’t like me, yeah? well f*ck you in ya *ss
n*gg*z is pure p*ssy and they made me mad

i’ve seen sh*t that a child my age, shouldn’ta saw
they bustin’ right over the backseat of a stolen car
i was seven they had to be about nine or ten
his momma fay she done ran through who’s dyin’ again

d*mn but i don’t really think she mean what she say
as soon as she smoke that crack, sh*t done f*cked with her head
momma gon’ love her kids, any place, anywhere
and if momma don’t love her children, then momma need prayer

durin’ the struggles of my life i learned to take heed to sh*t
i paid attention to everything that went on in the bricks
all of the early morning rushes to the late night fights
i always visioned that one day this would be my life

back then it wasn’t gravy, the street wasn’t right
especially in our house, we didn’t eat some nights
on come new technology these days and times
and it gave us other avenues and ways to grind

f*ck what you got n*gg*, i’m makin’ mine
i messed up my first ‘lil change, i’ma be straight this time
to the fullest, always huntin’, for it to spend
i went out and got it dawg, i can do it again

you don’t like me, yeah? well f*ck you in ya *ss
n*gg*z is pure p*ssy and they made me mad
you don’t like me, yeah? well f*ck you in ya *ss
n*gg*z is pure p*ssy and they made me mad

get off the block ‘lil n*gg* this my spot ‘lil n*gg*
i don’t care what you got you get shot ‘lil n*gg*
i been thuggin’ and i’m lovin’ my life
the reason i made it to here because i been livin’ trife

for spite stoppin’ knockin’ old n*gg*z off
tryin’ to be the f*ckin’ boss and shotcall
ride round in the toughest cars, double r’s
f*ckin’ over n*gg*z don’t want see me ball

now which one of your peers wanna come do this
i ain’t with all of that talkin’ ’cause my gun do flip
lift n*gg*z off they feet when they run they lip
tryin’ to tell you ’bout people, tell you that chick’s on chips

you don’t like me, yeah? well f*ck you in ya *ss
n*gg*z is pure p*ssy and they made me mad
i’m straight off of the street that’s why i’m out chea bad
comin’ through yo’ door with a bag and a mag

you don’t like me, yeah? well f*ck you in ya *ss
n*gg*z is pure p*ssy and they made me mad
you don’t like me, yeah? well f*ck you in ya *ss
n*gg*z is pure p*ssy and they made me mad

if you don’t like me n*gg*, n*gg* come out
f*ck, i don’t like you either though b*tch-*ss n*gg*
boy-*ss n*gg* what? f*ck you in ya *ss

you don’t like me, yeah? well f*ck you in ya *ss
n*gg*z is pure p*ssy and they made me mad
you don’t like me, yeah? well f*ck you in ya *ss
n*gg*z is pure p*ssy and they made me mad

da da da, da da da da hahahaha
i don’t like you either though
punk, p*ssy, candy-*ss n*gg*
wearin another n*gg* drawers *ss n*gg*
take it like a man ya heard me?

/ juvenile lyrics