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Lyrics by: Juvenile, Mannie Fresh
# Debut Chart
18 Dec '03 R&B
46 Jan '04 Hot 100


{TQ harmonizing at the start}

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{Juvenile} Who the fuck - nigga hittin' shots in the truck Hope I'm able to make this right turn, my Neon fucked The wodie that I'm with, bawlin' up like a bitch Instead of tryin' to retaliate by bustin' his shit My leg already fucked up, been playin' it bald Now I gotta drive the car too, (?) and all Left arm on the steerin' wheel, right on the Mac Them niggaz brought it to me raw so I'm bringin' it back Out the window with it dumb sinnin', but I crashed This boy went straight through window his stupid ass And I'm noticin' I smell gas Gotta bust a airbag, get out the car fast and haul ass I still gotta duck bullets that cut through bricks What the fuck I did to make niggaz want do me like this Won't be long 'fore one of the bullets ignite the gas They'll meet - even the buildings gonna be ash {Chorus 2X: TQ - over harmonizing} My life my life my life my life My life my life my life my life Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone {Juvenile} I'ma go on to survive but the story returns After bein treated several months for 3rd degree burns My lil cousin Denaun flipped out, and murdered his children I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurtin' her feelings He's lookin' at a L, swearin' no need for a trial Accept it like a man bitch or live in denial What'chu think the people gon' say, when they look at his file Hear that little boy, snicker he in here for a while I had a shit bag on me, I could barely walk Everybody knew the story but was scared to talk I read lips when I pull up, right after I park I hear a nigga say whass happen wo' but not from the heart Word gotta be out, a lot of tension's in the air black Your everyday niggaz ain't even muchly makin' transac' If I think about a gun, I'ma get ten The people got they ears to the streets and they be listenin' {Juvenile} Niggaz be knowin' them bitches slippin' when I'm dishin' I'd rather be locked down in prison than come up missin' But that goes to show you how fast the laws work They was peepin' with somebody that punished them boys first Don't they know the people still thinkin' I sent the hit I'd accept it if I did it but they wrong for that shit To the police, I sounded like the boy cryin' wolf 'Cause they know I like slangin' rice shootin' dice with the crooks Everythang in life I accumulated I took It's a neverending episode, my life is a book I'm hot, so I'm ridin' 'round up in Rock(?) There's a funeral pass, two cops and five limos Man that's one of them niggaz was tryin' to snipe me I bet'cha everybody in that crowd don't like me I should go up in the bitch bustin' But they got innocent bystanders that never did the clique nothin' [CHORUS verse 2x] {TQ harmonizing}


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