g. + juvenile]) Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Lil' b.g. done caught his.. nut Bitch go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Juve-.. -nile.. done caught his.. nut [juvenile] Spread your
.G. + Juvenile]] Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Lil' B.G. done caught his.. nut Bitch go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Juve-.. -nile.. done caught his.. nut [Juvenile] Spread your
Übersetzung: Jugendlich. Catch Your Cut.
Übersetzung: Jugendlich. Catch Your Cut - (Featuring Bg).
G. + Juvenile]] Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Lil' B.G. done caught his.. nut Bitch go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Juve-.. -nile.. done caught his.. nut [Juvenile] Spread your
war No witnesses You cant get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin Keep it shut or you dead If you cant hush, open your mouth and you'll get ten in your
14's Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your
the hard road will get you left On your way to the crossroads, no tomorrow for yourself Wettin your whole set and where I think ya be at Attackin your
rough And I ain?t no punk here You flinch your face and get your face fixed Face lift, credit get cut up, you get your face ripped Then bust your shit
N.Y. It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not your
: (feat. Magic, Juvenile) [Juvenile] Look, Look You made me think to step in this square We got some killers up in here And he hating a player Disregard
m 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go) I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
a nigga will try to flip y'all They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug It's street smarts
pussy y'all don't want to zip it up And no statuatories havin' in here so catch a cut Ohh how I love it when half your ass show When you catch the side
Uh huh, uh huh Mic check, one, two It's Juvenile comin' through Uh uh, c'mon, c'mon Who the man? If I ain't it, nigga can't claim it I can take a small
gottin' fiesty but where you stand is where the ice be forever your life be gone in the wind punching holes all in your abdomen when the thug cats come
where you stand is where the ice be Forever your life be gone in the wind Punching holes all in your abdomen When the thug cats come with the stabbin
is mad deep, I hope you niggas sleep I throw a bomb through you window Burn you up and your hoe I catch your mama going to therapy And cut her throat
