Låttexter:
Juvenile Be Gone

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? Bag

If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time Know we gone, how they sleep at night if they know they be lying This shit we deal

Fake niggaz spreadin like vapors now Think dey hard cause dey made a lil paper now Walk around like dats what shaped us now It?s funny how they all wanna be

jiving you I don't think that nigga could do you better than I could do, you know The Juvenile from cross the street by the derby Same nigga used to be

ass swollen or what? Yes sir yes sir Oh we gonna take it back like theives and foes Nasty as i wanna be That must be 2 loud for your crew Hoe get down

in the glove, who can relate with us? Never had an easy life, shit's way out Clips spray out, fools pay out or play out Any scenario, been there, done that Gone

, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star Yo, you might be illin', you might be wildin' But you wont be smilin' on Rikers Island Rikers Island, Iraq Rikers

our way to the p's Ya'll know I go I be nervy than deez Niggas who scheme, niggas who be tryin' to get Bleek So you know I keep the heat, I be ready

ass whipped, And it was cool with the mac and the calliope, They came together and controlled nothin' but the dope, This shit is real, I ain't gone bullshit