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Juvenile Spittin Game

, from my uncle KC He's a Magnolia soldier Be in 10 in Angola Shoot out in that 'Nolia Knock ya head off ya shoulders [Juvenile:] I ain't about no playin

s, from my uncle KC He's a Magnolia soldier Be in 10 in Angola Shoot out in that 'Nolia Knock ya head off ya shoulders [Juvenile:] I ain't about no playin

you know, you'll be fuckin (Biatch!) I like to do the opposite I charge these hoes when they want some dick I spit the game and they don't complain Too

Bush, were the soldiers at? Now move the camera to New Orleans were the soldiers at The water dried up well nigga do you know your clap We all juveniles

on the hill, gettin' ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw with Daddy Kane When De La Soul was puttin' Potholes in the game I can'

go, yo You ho's know I stay jig, Roc wear sweat suits Type to pull up on your block 2G Benz coupe and you know I ain't even got to spit no game I just

' They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style An' if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now An' get 'em with Juvenile, feed

a smile I'm buckwild like a muthafuckin' juvenile Incarcerate me reabilitate me in the pen An fuck tha world my own momma turned me in These muthafuckas got the whole game

we pack 2's that'll bruise when we spit Choppers with 50, so it ain't no way we won't hit Playin' a game with no rules so you get crept on Red dots beamin