Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Did That, artist - Juvenile. Album song Solja Rags, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
I Did That |
Them Hot Boys out here, ya heard me? |
The B.G., headbussin’Moe, fa sho |
Bout to make it happen, |
Magnolia bout that gafflin' |
Valence &Magnolia |
First Verse: |
I’m in the jungle, of niggas that’s lookin’for static, |
Two niggas stuck and jackin’just to support his habit, |
Them people rollin', so I gotta do what I can, |
I gotta pound of that sand I picked up from the man, |
The luxuries I gotta have it, black savage, |
He’s in the streets holdin’up traffic, |
With the plastic, Desert Eagle .45 automatic, |
My glass is, filled with J.D. and coca-cola classic, |
And niggas that playa-hate I got somethin’for yo asses |
I’ma act a donkey, boy you best not run up on me, |
You niggas phony, that’s why I did that to your homie, |
For instance, when the Mac-9 will erase your existence |
So distance, yourself from me cuz my conscience be clickin', |
Niggas be paranoid when they see I be dippin', |
Sayin', man let me go, he bout to stomp on that trigger, |
Somebodies wig get split in the middle of the street, |
I got your brains to show you bitches, stop playin’with me, |
And ain’t no thing I got my ruger and I aint’scared to die, |
Cross that line and I’ma shoot’cha and tell your Mommy bye-bye, |
Hungry for money, like v&ires hungry for blood, |
Better get to runnin', solja reeboks is in the mud |
Chorus: |
Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head, |
With a strap hollerin’Nigga what you said? |
That iron again is mine right? |
Snatchin’for a kidnap, |
People out that project say Juvenile you did that? |
That iron again is mine right? |
Snatchin’for a kidnap, |
People out that project say Juvenile you did that? |
Man, Juvenile you did that… |
Second Verse: |
Don’t get caught up fools, in the wrong way, |
Cuz them niggas out that Lio stay totin’them A.K.'s |
The baddest trigga happy niggas I ever saw, |
Calliope niggas play the muthafuckin’game raw, |
So don’t get’cha self in a jam, |
Cuz these niggas I hang with really don’t give a damn, |
With the quickness, nigga they put them K’s to use, |
Niggas like Wango, Wine, Spig, and my boy Deuce, |
So any nigga want some drama get strapped, |
So I can put your bitch ass in my Rest In Peace wrap |
Cuz dead, yeah, is what’cha gonna be, |
If you fuck with this nigga from that C-P 3, |
So don’t be fuckin’with me, |
Cuz you’ll be lookin’down the barrel of a nine double M, homie |
And with a nigga like me, holdin’the gat, |
I’ma pull the fuckin’trigger and bust ya head to the fat, |
Then watch your brain run down the city drain, |
And after that, leave the spot cuz Frank Mignon’s comin’to get the remains, |
So all you gangsta ass niggas tilt your hat, |
And plus that bullshit y’all niggas out here are tryin’to do? |
I fuckin’been there and done that |
Chorus: |
Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head, |
With a strap hollerin’Nigga what you said? |
That iron again is mine right? |
Snatchin’for a kidnap, |
People out that project say Big Moe you did that? |
That iron again is mine right? |
Snatchin’for a kidnap, |
People out that project say Big Moe you did that? |
Third Verse: |
Don’t make me pull my pistol nigga, cuz fa-shiggidy I’ma use it This life you strugglin’through you gone lose it, |
I come through actin’foolish, with semi-automatics, |
Shit get hectic, blast, or get blasted, |
I’ma a Baby Gangsta bout drama, bout buckin', |
Full of that dustin', you bust, I’m bustin', |
You shoot, I shoot |
You miss, I hit, |
Hot Boy representin’that gangsta shit, |
Stop playin’with the young soldier, believe, |
You jeopardizin’what’s on your shoulder, you shoot at me Take it to the streets, you ain’t bout that action, |
Packin’two twenty-three's, sweepers knock you off your feet, |
St. Thomas still got them bags for twenty-five, |
Before I go on the pride, I’m full of that Worldwide, |
Goin’for crime I’ll spank them, can’t swim with the sharks, |
Through this water, muthafucka I’ll spank’em, |
Get’cha mind right, nigga, fuckin’with me, |
Think twice I tote iron I’ma a true B.G., |
Fuckin’right, I split hats, and I tote Mac’s, |
I be fuckin’with silver packs, now what you know about that? |
Got the all black fit, ready to put in work, |
But niggas actin’like jerks, I put dicks in the dirt, |
I run with Juvenile, cuz he’s a gangsta ass nigga, |
Niggas huntin’like they bout it, but I’ll spank that ass nigga, |
So who wants some beef? |
Let me show you I don’t play, |
Told ya I’m that type that’ll hit’cha block everyday, |
If you’re real, you’ll bust back, |
But if you fake, I got’cha warning in all-black, |
It’s no escape, I did that |
Chorus: |
Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head, |
With a strap hollerin’Nigga what you said? |
That iron again is mine right? |
Snatchin’for a kidnap, |
People out that project say B.G. |
you did that? |
That iron again is mine right? |
Snatchin’for a kidnap, |
People out that project say B.G. |
you did that? |
Man, Juvenile you did that… |