U Can't See Me - Juvenile


Now you can't hang around, my crew or my clique,
Especially if you ain't about no gangsta sh_t,
You can't hang around, my crew or my clique,
Especially if you ain't about no gangsta sh_t

[First Verse:]

Kirby's round the corner playin' bones with Russ,
I'm waitin' for my b_tch to get off of the bus,
She told me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a blunt to blow,
After that, I'ma be ready to f_ck this hoe,
I ran up in it for an hour or so,
Put her back in the bus and took a route to the store,
Picked up some brew for the rest of my crew,
And a couple of cigars for a blunt or two,
Headed for the D.J. Way on Teledonna,
Now this area was all about drama,
Hoes was sweatin', I had my shades on,
Ready to put the d_ck on any b_tch that I played on,
Now what's the haps with you and your clique?
I don't think you want no more gangsta sh_t,
Mo I can roll, I'm just a baller from the South,
Ready to knock any muthaf_ckin' p_ssy out,
I got b_tches on the side wanna ride with nine,
But don't understand the way that I kicks the style,
But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a n_gga from the Nolia,
I'm goin' out everytime when I kick I'm like a solja,
N_ggas don't understand the way that I flow,
The fliz-no is slow, so check this out bro


[Second Verse:]

I kicks the sh_t that make them n_ggas say "ooh",
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that n_gga Juv",
I'm from the, wild side of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthaf_ckin' crazed Frank Nitty,
I'm not the old days n_gga that's comin' with the gats,
N_gga where you at? N_gga where you at? N_gga where you at?
Give me a bag of powder, watch me twitch,
I might go crazy and wanna kill in this b_tch,
I seen a lot of n_ggas talk sh_t about me,
But don't know a muthaf_ckin' thing about me,
So keep my name outta your mouth and you just might just don't see the glock,
POP everytime I see your ass on my block,
Shop close for the hoes, that used to think that Juv would trick,
But b_tch how you feel? Cuz you ain't got sh_t,
N_ggas wanna play these games and don't know,
That I am the wickedest one you know bro,
I'm just a n_gga from off the side,
So what's up? I'm bout to rock in the house, right?
Microphone check one two, now what's the haps?
It's time for me to put my neighborhood on the map,
I'm from the neighborhood of the wild Magnolia,
Home of the killas, the trillas, the soljas,
Droppin' muthaf_ckas like an everyday habit,
If I see your fine, sexy b_tch, I'ma stab it,
Comin' from my head, my skin tone is red,
Ready to put the muthaf_ckin' black boy to bed,
I ain't never was afraid of no war,
Cuz where I come from, we snort powder and we roar


[Third Verse:]

I'm in the Nolia, lookin' for the Poppers,
Took me a hit off the blunt, then I spot her,
Hoe that I know, bout twenty years of age,
A pepper-red b_tch with extensions in her head,
Now she was the type to put you in a plot ball,
Her last old man done got his head knocked off,
But f_ck I want the p_ssy so let's see what she's about,
She gave me the phone number and the address to her house,
I passed by late, she stayed on South Mero,
Walked in the door with my three eight zero,
Popped on that ass, got her nothin', I was outty,
Now she calls me sayin' how she feel about me,
"Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
"Won't you just come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
Now, if I was King, just imagine that sh_t,
I'd have the Queen back smackin' that b_tch,
Now drop to your knees and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, hell of a guy Mister J-U-V,
I want riches, f_ck b_tches and them hoes,
No better than a sweater, fella, cuz I won't let her,
Hoe blow my head off, and take me off ground,
Knowin' inside that a b_tch could bring me down,
Juvenile let a hoe trap me?
That ain't the hamp, I'm on the map aiyyo I'm in the house,
And I'm on the map G


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