Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tha Man, artist - Juvenile. Album song Tha G-Code, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Tha Man |
I’ma stay thuggin', how I came is how I leave |
When I say somethin', best believe that’s how it be |
Motherfuck a suit, yeah, I said it, nigga, I mean it |
Bitch was dressin' in gangsta and switch, wodie, I seen it |
Wannabe Juvy-fuckin' hoes gon' get you caught up |
Me, I wear Reeboks and Girbauds, and play it smarter |
If them boys spin tha bend, they go «bluckahda» on tha block |
I’ma be gettin' somewhere, your ass gonna get shot |
You paid 1500; |
I paid 59.99 |
Got diamonds and Rolexes that shine at tha same time |
I ain’t scared, but I ain’t dumb, and I ain’t stupid |
I know how ta survive in tha project and how ta do shit |
If I hit a hustle, I ain’t tellin' tha biz |
'Cause tha witness will tell them people who tha murderer is |
Your main man’ll put four or five to your wig |
Take tha cocaine and throw you off the side of the bridge |
Gotta be able to think, gotta know when to move out |
Gotta read through the lines, gotta know what these hoes 'bout |
Gotta separate your business from your family and friends |
Gotta bust a nigga head if he plottin to do you in |
I done did dirt, so I know what’s tha consequences |
Let my shit burst tryin' ta knock out a nigga dentures |
Always PQ to see through these fools |
'Cause we do the shit that people see on the news |
So, follow me now into a world of stress |
Where wodie tryin' ta get it all 'cause he don’t settle for less |
Ain’t satisfied 'til all of his beef is put to rest |
Slangin' that iron… with a soldier rag on his neck |
And credit for they people in case they wanna connect |
He ain’t hidin', he still ridin'…in the 'jects |
Ya gotta be willin' to play tha game to its debt |
Nigga bang and… hit you in your brain, now who next |
I be cool at all times and acknowledge… when I’m wrong |
Shit I went through when tha fans got my game real strong |
I’m not tha smartest motherfucker walkin' |
But I can tell a fake motherfucker when he talkin' |
My daddy always told me, «Boy, don’t be a follower |
You got a lot of pride, but some you need to swallow up |
You keep that attitude, you won’t see tomorrow, bruh.» |
I soak it up, and got better as a hustler |
I’m a head buster, a straight-up Nolia nigga |
Young thugger |
Fuck up, I show ya, nigga, that I don’t play |
Keep a K for protection |
With fifty — never run without my weapon |
I stand out here, tie ducked with bandanas |
I show no fear — what’chu 'bout we can handle |
I’m real as they came: a untamed guerrilla |
'Bout bustin' your brains, whoever be wit’cha |
I have no picks; |
I split your shit |
Whoever you with, I’ma split they shit |
Ya steal or get stole, wet or get wet |
Bust or get bust on, move a chest or lose a chest |
Try not to miss when you cock back and shoot |
You shoot and miss, then it’s all on you |
Ain’t no game, it’s real dog — live or ya die |
Real in tha field, dog — ya live or ya die |
Even though I’m a lil' bitty nigga |
Look, I got big nuts and they hang low, nigga |
I ain’t scared ta bust |
Want beef, let me know, and look, we can tear this bitch up |
You or me, me or you… gon' bite tha dust |
Wuz up, nigga? |
Wuz up, nigga? |
You afraid, go ta church, I ain’t scared at all |
Lose your head fuck with Turk, 'cause I’m knockin' it off |
I wan' keep my hands clean, droppin' some change |
Niggas gon' ride for me, niggas that’s untamed |
Niggas who bang that heroin, or snort that cocaine |
Niggas out that project don’t mind sprayin' thangs |
Fools who that slang that iron for me (When tha beef start) |
When tha beef start (Be ready to ride for me) |
Be ready to ride for me |