In Ya Ass

[Juvenile]

Look I'm tryin to live right now

Make a better place for my kids right now

Or get out my face is how it is right now

All I wanna have is my own shit right now..

So much go through my head all day

The game situation is be paid or played

I gotta eat the lottery is not for me it's homicide and robbery

And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks

It ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason

I got away from all that bullshit, that thuggin and thievin

And as far as this Cash Money shit it's part of my blood

And we feed each other everyday by showin 'em love

It don't matter what we came into we gonna stay blood

And whoever sleepin on it dem dat's gonna wake up

I need dough to feed me and my people

To get a pie and eat special from, Julio's

Fuck ya boy, I don't care, who he know

Just make sho', that he pay, who he owe

I ain't tryin to be a bully I just want what I earned

He's a hardheaded child and it's time to be learned

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]

You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass

Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad

You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass

Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad

[Juvenile]

I've seen shit that a child my age, shouldn'ta saw

They bustin right over the backseat of a stolen car

I was seven they had to be about nine or ten

His momma Fay she done ran through who's dyin again

Damn but I don't really think she mean what she say

As soon as she smoke that crack, shit done fucked with her head

Momma gon' love her kids, and they (?) aware

And if momma don't love her children, then momma need prayer

Durin the struggles of my life I learned to take heed to shit

I paid attention to everything that went on in the bricks

All of the early morning rushes to the late night fights

I always visioned that one day this would be my life

Back then it wasn't gravy, the street wasn't right

Especially in our house, we didn't eat some nights

On come new technology these days and times

And it gave us other avenues and ways to grind

Fuck what you got nigga, I'm makin mine

I messed up my first lil change, I'ma be straight this time

To the fullest, always huntin, for it to spend

I went out and got it dawg, I can do it again

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]

Get off the block lil nigga this my spot lil nigga

I don't care what you got you get shot lil nigga

I been thuggin, and I'm lovin my life

The reason I made it to here because I been livin trife

For spite stoppin knockin old niggaz off

Tryin to be the fuckin boss and shotcall

Ride round in the toughest cars, double R's

Fuckin over niggaz don't want see me ball

Now which one of your peers wanna come do this

I ain't with all of that talkin cause my gun do flip

Lift niggaz off they feet when they run they lip

Tryin to tell you bout people, tell you that chick's on chips

You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass

Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad

I'm straight off of the street that's why I'm out chea bad

Comin through yo' door with a bag and a Mag

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]

If you don't like me nigga, nigga come out

Fuck, I don't like you either though bitch-ass nigga

Boy-ass nigga.. what? Fuck you in ya ass

[Chorus]

Da da da

Da da da da.. hahahaha

I don't like you either though

Punk, pussy, candy-ass nigga

Wearin another nigga drawers ass nigga

Take it like a man ya heard me?