Juvenile They Lied(feat Big Tymers Lyrics

They Lied(feat Big Tymers Lyrics

[Juvenile]

 I'm pot, and I can't say shit about skillet

 If you got a spot movin sellin bricks I can feel it

 Done mapped it all out, done made some phone calls

 We all got big dreams of seein the project ball

 After all, seperation is the downfall

 Instead of a chain of command niggaz wanna shot call

 That overnight money could be lose-your-life money

 Everybody want the crooked instead of the right money

 And then I ain't no better either, cause I lead a

 life of crime if I gotta fight for mine

 Look - somebody ain't leavin with a stripe this time

 Y'all don't want a drunk nigga gettin hype with nines

 My ex-girl done told me I can't see my children

 I hope nobody play with me cause I might kill them

 Shit, motherfuckers ain't never satisfied

 If you think niggaz don't have problems - they lied

 

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 You niggaz think we don't have problems? They lied to ya

 You niggaz think we ain't with problems? Look they lied to ya

 You niggaz think we all hoes? Look they lied to ya

 Y'all think we dirty in our nose? Look they lied to ya

 You niggaz think we don't have problems? Look they lied to ya

 You niggaz think we ain't with problems? They done lied to ya

 You niggaz think we all hoes? They done lied to ya

 Y'all think we dirty in our nose? They done lied to ya

 

 [Baby]

 Fa sho' wodie

 Don't get me fucked up, cause you seen me on a movie

 We keep it real hood when we do a fuckin movie

 You saw us on the video, playin with hoes

 But you can find me in my ghetto nigga, totin a fo'-fo'

 I'm real with this shit nigga we dash on five-oh

 A big dice game nigga fuck them five-oh's

 I keep the same game nigga crack a guerilla hoe

 I play the same thangs but my prices get cheaper though

 I pull up in the Range Rover twenty inch mo-mo's

 I been through hard times, that nobody know

 Slang dimes crack times you could believe that wo'

 Comin through in the Bentley V-12 y'know

 Ten a ki is the price and we don't love no hoes

 Water whip playin games slangin bad ya-yo

 Jam him up and bust his head while he on that dope

 I got a bad feelin so I needs to go

 Fa sho' - you understand? Nigga outta line?

 You better bust his motherfuckin head wodie

 

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 [Juvenile]

 I'm the motherfucker killed your boy, and what?

 You gon' do somethin bout it? Bitch nigga then stand up

 I'm not responsible for all the people that's gon' bitch out

 And innocent bystanders, that be up on yo' blocks

 Ain't no encyclopedia could teach me the hood

 How to not give out no credit and distribute the goods

 How police gon' hound me, investigate 'round me

 Catch me with a firearm them bitches gon' down me

 And I'm beefin with the biggest nigga in the city with work

 Ain't no tellin who he got workin for him in (?)

 If I hurt, then you hurt, you got work? I take yours

 I gotta records durin the season like the Lakers

 It's not for fun I got a gun you try to run I'm poppin one

 I'm to' up from the flo' up, just look at what the block done done

 I can't sleep - cause I'm too far in it

 I took over this motherfucker cause I knew y'all finished

 

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 [Juvenile]

 F'real man I ain't tryin to disrespect none of you niggaz out chea

 If you do what you do, do it well

 KnowhatI'msayin? I ain't playa hatin I'm congratulatin

 I'm tryin to teach you niggaz how to get offa these streets

 And how to accumulate money, so you can be successful

 like the rest of these niggaz that are out chea, that's on TV

 These niggaz on MTV, BET, The Box and what have we

 All you niggaz could be successful

 But I want y'all motherfuckers to know we suffer just like y'all

 Man we go through it, we been through it

 But I'll slang iron if I gotta protect mine, believe that