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Juvenile( Terius Gray )
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400 Degrees
Lyricist:Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas
400 degreez
You see me, I eat, sleep, shit and talk rap You see that 98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that I had some felony charges, I fought that Been sent to no return but still was ball back
Nigga, threw some slangs at me, Whodi, I caught that I punished them lil' bitches before they get car jack Now I'm lookin' for they family and padnuh's to war back If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that?
Niggas disrespect me, I'ma be in all black 'Companied by some niggas 'bout killin' and all that Me, Cory, and Mer-C, gettin' ducked off Ride top down, so, we let the trucks pause
In the Jeep, ridin' four deep, I booted up (You don't want to fuck with me) At these niggas claimin' they know me, uh?
Bitch, what? I'll bust ya' ass up Don't even go there, Whodi, 'cause I'm ready to mask up I heard about the money, that's some nice change For the right price, I'll bust the right brain
If must a nigga try, I can't do the right thing Only God knows what the future might bring Nigga, might be shot, nigga, might be tri-flamed Nigga, might survive, if he 'bout that right flame
With somethin' that'll stop a nigga from playin' Somethin' like a chopper or a grenade in his hand Boy, look, nigga, don't play no games no mo' Nigga'll bust ya' head if you bang his ho'
Attitude adjustments, do y'all need? Don't call in the enforcements, nigga, call me I bet'cha, I'll get them niggas off yo block Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I bet'cha, I'll show them niggas, this boy hot
You don't want to fuck with me Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot
Alright stop it, 'cause I done had enough When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck Man, let me get this beef shit over, brah
Ain't no bitches here, I'm from the 'Nolia, brah Bust yo' beef's head, is what 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 is what we live by and we die by The book is what we will never abide by Niggas drive by, gettin' loose Beefin' with each other like a checker board in use
Up in Compton or the Watts, nigga Up in New York, ya keep 'em open watch, nigga Fo' y'all played by a hit or retalion All fine young black females stallions
Give me the keys to yo' car and ya medallion You far away from ya home, you's a alien
See You don't want to fuck with me You don't want to fuck with me (Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy) (Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy) You don't want to fuck with me, with me
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