Cock It

[Juvenile]

Uh Huh, Uh Huh

Mic check one, two

it's Juvenile coming through

Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon

[Verse 1]

Who the man? if I ain't it nigga can't claim it

I can take a small name and make it famous

I reason with no one homie I got fa sho cliental

I'm a XL out here in the streets or lyin in jail

I'm quick tempered please limit ya words

I will send you in a hurry down south with the Spurs

it's kind of hard to understand me cause I speak with a slur

but my guns speak a language all the people done heard

streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute

ya fuckin with a general salute me lieutenant

I'm not too particular with lies

I look 'em in the eyes say a pray before you die

this ain't about me this about somethin thats spoke

you know runnin with a nigga while you cuttin his throat

oh them loose lip bitches get hung from a rope you know

bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Cock it, take berrata then pop it

give me that out ya pocket cause the best can't stop it

East coast wuzzup, Down south wuzzup

West coast wuzzup, Mid West wuzzup

[Verse 2]

Keep on makin ya laws, I'm a keep breaking them

I can move a package in any city I'm stationed in

if ya son touchin my shit you better pray for him

bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatreds been

I ain't the only solider they got alot of these

all of these children make me know who dropped alot of seeds

I smoke till my eyes shut

stay strapped so if you think about sneakin you better wise up

hit you with the traqualizer let it fill ya head

paralyze you have ya screamin "I can't feel my legs"

regardless of what a nigga or a bitch done said

the shell around ya get poked like eggs

I'm from the M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A

my bitches gonna listen to what the hell I say

you niggas gonna respect it or get out my way

or the (??) gonna have to do ya autopsay (autopsy)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

You old niggas on ya last limb

move over let some niggas who really want it come cash in

suppose to get killed for cock blockin in cells

solider bet you can't get no chronic up in hell

fresh off the porch where the stash spot

I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my Dad got

got the chopper cut the weight, nice in the stash box

nigga be on paper so himmed up from the bad cops

how the hoes be actin over dey child support

I need to snatch me a coat and endorse it with dope

I ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it

niggas gon' let us get that whenever we want it

beef is beef whenever the shit occurs

if it's real it's gon' resolve into metal for sure

but hit the right one he ain't respectin my bad

my only satisfaction will be poppin your ass