Juve "The Great"

[Verse 1: Juvenile]

Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five

I tell the story like yesterday with nagsta lie

didn't do shit with my brothers without makin e'm mad

couldn't get along with nobody so I just ran with my Dad

he took me right there where the killas be

across the court from Milington between Clarion and Willow street

we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means

started snatchin purses by WallGreens

seen Titey get hit up in the melt when I was young

paramedics couldn't even find his tongue

thats when I started totin' my heat the party G'd

my family was deep but wasn't goin in that water with me

right after Mr. Martin's class juve would leave

straight to Barret you think I was worried bout the trulency? please

got paid by them old timers doin in work

like Mr. Frank he sold fruit, watermelons, and herbs

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Even though the times was hard

I didn't fear no man but God

you lookin at New Orleans crime rate

right up in the place, soulja's beware this is Juve the great

Juve the great

Juve the great

Juve the great

this is Juve the great

Juve the great

Juve the great

Juve the great

this is Juve the great

[Verse 2: Juvenile]

Mama thought i found ms. whillabe an intice

she thought i was out there doin the right

until she found my stash she couldn't believe all the weed she found

shit it must've been a half a pound

I was thirteen then back when Yoga was caddillac'n it

my campaign was let a lil nigga get a crack at it

far from a gangsta but was learnin alot

ain't just be the one that earnin the pot

after the turn of the clock I started bankin on the low with the dope

got slugged up so hoes'll notice me mo'

tee's, reeboks, and girbauds I had a few ultications and fights

regular hood shit the average niggaz go through in life

wanted to be a lil gorilla, and more day killas

fake nigga's wanted to pass the ball I know they'll flip ya

I stayed away from them cats who didn't communicate well

cause them was them niggaz that would've had me in jail

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[Verse 3: Juvenile]

At fifteen I carried alot of wieght on my back

me and my brother infact, I kept my money intact

I made my real power moves soon as Juv' got one

headed straight to the irish channel nigga who got guns?

shit my people Bobby and surviva got hit too

and I heard my name was poppin up in some shit too

wasn't no cool cans off googlin no more

it was either cry like a bitch or go sell it and score

my first case wanted my respect in the worst way

couldn't tell me shit when I was hungry and thirs-ty

have a nigga way out his religion ya heard me

I guess it's punishment to who to ever is worthy

every since I leanred about guns and coke

I made a vow to myself that I would never go broke

do what I gotta do to eat

I probably can't play no sports but I can work these streets

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