Juvenile Ode Lyrics

Ode Lyrics

Lil Wayne: 

 I ain't terrified from nuthin' 

 I'm young wild crazy and disgustin' 

 Better watch me cuz I'm coming 

 With a oven by my stomach 

 I'm scramblin' for the money 

 Tape ya up like a mummy 

 Call ya people and tell 'em 

 I need 50 for this dummy 

 I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin' 

 Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin 

 Dumpin' fire and bustin' 

 Lovin, lyin' and lustin' 

 Stealin' killin' and rapin 

 Runnin' climbin and chasin 

 Strugglin hustin' to make 

 Get it got it I take it 

 Watch ya Chevy mister 

 Move ya purse miss 

 Cuz I tote heavy pistols 

 And man they burst quick 

 It's too late to hesitate 

 I was told there'd be better days 

 But shit that was yesterday 

 And still I haven't ate 

 But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug 

 These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood 

 Can't hide it though 

 I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove 

 That's my G-code 

  

 Chorus (Lil Wayne): 

 Now put ya box in the mud 

 Get ya glocks in ya gloves 

 Ride drops on dubs 

 We gon' live by that 

 Make the snitches catch a cut 

 Soldier pistol nigga what 

 Hit the block and open up 

 We gon' die by that 

 (repeat) 

  

 Juvenile: 

 We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls 

 Foreign properties and pack some menthals 

 Got us a fire connect and went off 

 Got jammed with this broad that rent cars 

 Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it 

 Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes 

 Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis 

 Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in 

 Jack niggas to get some cheap linen 

 The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it 

 Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie 

 Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie 

 Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin' 

 Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin 

 Police drew causes and tried to cross lines 

 We stuck to the code we lived and died by it 

  

 Chorus 

  

 Juvenile: 

 If war ever came we held the fort down 

 Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound 

 Stayed on point to make some more green 

 Get our stash away from dope fiends 

 Nigga had a habit he supplied his own 

 Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome 

 We kept a little work for the ki's and bones 

 Crowds draw heat so we be's alone 

 We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch 

 Them other motherfuckers fall off the block 

 24/7 all around the clock 

 We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot 

 We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready 

 Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti 

 Police drew causes and tried to cross lines 

 We stuck to the code we lived and died by it 

  

 Chorus x 2