| Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
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| I tell the story like yesterday when (??) was alive
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| didn’t do shit with my brothers without makin e’m mad
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| couldn’t get along with nobody so I just ran with my Dad
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| he took me right there where the killas be across court from Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
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| we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
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| started snatchin purses by Wall Greens
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| seen Titey get hit up in the melt when I was young
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| paramedics couldn’t even find his tongue
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| thats when I started totin’my heat to call a G my family was deep but wasn’t goin in that water with me right after Mr. Martin's class (??)and me straight to Barret think I was worried bout the trulency? |
| please
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| got paid for them old timers puttin in work
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| like Mr. Frank he sold fruit, watermelons, and herbs
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| Even though the times was hard
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| I didn’t fear no man but God
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| you lookin at New Orleans crime rate
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| right up in the place, soulja’s beware this is Juve the great
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| Juve the great
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| Juve the great
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| Juve the great
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| this is Juve the great
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| Juve the great
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| Juve the great
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| Juve the great
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| this is Juve the great
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| Mama thought her son was really doin it tight
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| when I was the one out here not doin it right
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| until she found my stash she couldn’t believe all the weed she found
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| shit it must’ve been a half a pound
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| I was thirteen then back when Yoga was caddillac’n it my campaign was let a lil nigga get a crack at it far from a gangsta but was learnin alot
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| ain’t just be the one that earnin the pot
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| after the turn of the clock I started bankin on the low with the dope
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| got slugged up so hoes’ll notice me mo'
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| tee’s, reeboks, and girbauds I had a few (??) to write
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| regular hood shit the average niggaz go through in life
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| wanted to be a lil gorilla, and more day killas
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| (???) and we ball I know they’ll flip ya I stayed away from them cats who didn’t communicate well
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| cause them was them niggaz that would’ve had me in jail
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| At fifteen I carried alot of wieght on my back
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| me and my brother infact, I kept my money intact
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| I mad my real power moves soon as Juv’got one
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| headed straight to the irish counter nigga who got guns?
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| shit my people Bobby and surviva got hit too
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| and I heard my name was poppin up in some shit too
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| wasn’t no cool cans off googlin no more
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| it was either cry like a bitch or go sell it and score
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| my first case wanted my respect in the worst way
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| couldn’t tell me shit when I was hungry and thirs-ty
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| have a nigga way out his religion ya heard me I guess it’s punishment to who and never was worthy
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| every since I leanred about guns and coke
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| I made a vow to myself that I would never go broke
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| do what I gotta do to eat
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| I probably can’t play no sports but I can work these streets |