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| Hot Boys Miscellaneous Take It Off Your Shoulder [Juvenile] I bust you in your motherfuckin mouth for talkin The beast of beasts is in here, and 1 or us ain't walkin Hope you got your boys and you straped tight Cuz this bout to be some shit you won't like Picture this, a fome hot, to your dome hot I was a bitch before I drew down, now I got a new sound You found a nigga that you though was a hoe He's probably from your family, you married the most Who's the B, whats the beef, my lady she's pregnant She's already 5 months, so we lookin at oh 3 My baby bout to touch down, man I can't do this with a frown Bustin that niggas dick over my pops corner All my people are probably wondering whats going on Playin a chess game, gotta keep my eye on this mate All the way from Adam and Eve, not fuckin Steve Chorus: I take It off your shoulder Nigga I'm thuggin in the magnolia You better do what I told ya Unless you want to get fuck over [Juvenile] Watch yourself, it's getting bad and dangerous We makin niggas so it's scared to hang wit us We show them large and they stumble back Ridin around every water in the chat It used to be like that, till the driver drowned Thats niggas is doctor p, knock the niggas door down He hit his head on bed, 24/7 I gotta deal with these niggas and bitches till 2:11 What are them niggas that are duckin the law Who them niggas who just shot up your car What you call them niggas that are ready for war What you call them niggas that go too far Hot Boys running with kerosene running through everything All the way to shit, you never seen To Magnolia and back Niggas talk bout me but then they never seen Seeing them niggas in the cages, duckin stages, thinkin they courageous I'mma bust you in the head, my enemies trying to fled C-Murder trying to come up here and murder Some motherfuckin claim to representin He ain't from the magnolia, so this shit ain't reminiscin This is my system Like an addiction thats like fiction My victums can't see cuz they bitchin Don't worry, I'll make them believers When my blood pressure get high and over steamers This week will not be cut Cuz it's in God we trust You niggas trying to check wit us We'll make it so you respectin us Chorus [Juvenile] If I was in the dinker, I probably be dead right now One of these niggas tried to bust my head by now I'll be ridin tonight, ain't no survivin Now I got my enemy drivin, and ain't despising This nigga be seeing the bright light And when he gets in park, end his life 2 or my people, look nigga I'm planning And when I see 200 keys of that sand I'm a marked man, so I'll put that shit in your hand I'mma be shacollin, all my niggas ballin Juve you buyed it Wayne you buyed Turk you buyed it Slim you buyed it Baby you buyed it Fresh you buyed it B.G., ballers you buyed it You and you, you buyed it This motherfuckin investigation on me? Saying they got shit on me I'mma be kissing these alligations They tried to torture and question me at the police station They keep playa hatin, they keep statin Niggas gonna be waiting, fuck that, I'd rather take my chances Bitch in a minute, I rearrange shit Chorus |
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