Juvenile - 400 Degreez Lyrics

Writer(s) : GRAY, TERIUS / THOMAS, BYRON O.
Artist: Juvenile Lyrics
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Album: Track 16 on 400 Degreez
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(Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez



Verse 1:

Ya see me I eat sleep **** and talk rap

Ya seen that 98 mercedes on t.v. I bought that

I had some felony charges I fought that

Been sent to no return but still was bought back

***** threw some slangs at me woodie I caught that

I punished them lil *****es before they can car jack

Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat

If I ain't a hotboy then what do you call that

***** disrespect me I'ma be in all black

Companied by some *****s bout killin' and all that

Me Cory and mercy gettin' dunked on

Ride top down so we let the trucks pause

In the jepp ridin' four deep

I booted up at these ***** claimin' they know me



[Chorus] (Robotic Voice)

You don't want to **** wit me

Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz

Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz (repeat 2x)



Verse 2



***** what I'll bust yo *** up

Don't even go there woodie 'cause I'm ready to mas up

I heard about the money that's some nice change

For the right price I'll bust the right frame

Why must a ***** try I can't do the right thing

Only God knows what the future might bring

***** might be shot, ***** might be triffling

***** might survive if he bout that right flame

what's up that'll stop a ***** from playin'

Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand

Boy look ***** don't play no games no mo

*****'ll bust ya head if you bang his hoe

Attitude adjustments we all need

Don't call the enforcements ***** call me

I bet cha I'll get them *****s off yo block

I bet cha I'll show them *****s this boy hot



(Chorus)



Alright stop it 'cause I done had enough

When it comes to my partners I'm ready to bust

Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck

Man let me get this beef **** over bro

ain't no bit this year I'm from the 'nolia bro

what's yo beef plan 'cause it was told to us

How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down

How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown

The G code what we live by and we die by

The book is what we will never abide by

*****s drive by, gettin loose

Keep'em with each other like a checker board in use

Come in compton or the watts *****

Up in New York ya keep'em open watch *****

Foe ya played by a hit or retalion

All fine young black females stallions

Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion

You far away from ya home yous a alien



(Chorus)


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