Now you can't hang around, my crew or my clique

Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit

You can't hang around, my crew or my clique

Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit

Kirby's round the corner playin' bones with Russ

I'm waitin' for my bitch to get off of the bus

She told me she could make it to my house by twelve

So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves

She came to, I had a blunt to blow

After that, I'ma be ready to fuck this ho

I ran up in it for an hour or so

Put her back in the bus and took a route to the store

Picked up some brew for the rest of my crew

And a couple of cigars for a blunt or two

Headed for the D.J. Way on Teledonna

Now this area was all about drama

Hoes was sweatin', I had my shades on

Ready to put the dick on any bitch that I played on

Now what's the haps with you and your clique?

I don't think you want no more gangsta shit

Mo I can roll, I'm just a baller from the South

Ready to knock any muthafuckin' pussy out

I got bitches on the side wanna ride with nine

But don't understand the way that I kicks the style

But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a **** from the Nolia

I'm goin' out everytime when I kick I'm like a solja

**** don't understand the way that I flow

The fliz-no is slow, so check this out bro

Now you can't hang around, my crew or my clique

Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit

You can't hang around, my crew or my clique

Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit

I kicks the shit that make them **** say "ooh"

That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that **** Juv"

I'm from the, wild side of the city

What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' crazed Frank Nitty

I'm not the old days **** that's comin' with the gats

**** where you at? **** where you at? **** where you at?

Give me a bag of powder, watch me twitch

I might go crazy and wanna kill in this bitch

I seen a lot of **** talk shit about me

But don't know a muthafuckin' thing about me

So keep my name outta your mouth and you just might just don't see the Glock

POP every time I see your ass on my block

Shop close for the hoes, that used to think that Juv would trick

But bitch how you feel? 'Cause you ain't got shit

**** wanna play these games and don't know

That I am the wickedest one you know bro

I'm just a **** from off the side

So what's up? I'm 'bout to rock in the house, right?

Microphone check one two, now what's the haps?

It's time for me to put my neighborhood on the map

I'm from the neighborhood of the wild Magnolia

Home of the killas, the trillas, the soljas

Droppin' muthafuckas like an everyday habit

If I see your fine, sexy bitch, I'ma stab it

Comin' from my head, my skin tone is red

Ready to put the muthafuckin' black boy to bed

I ain't never was afraid of no war

'Cause where I come from, we snort powder and we roar

Now you can't hang around, my crew or my clique

Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit

You can't hang around, my crew or my clique

Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit

I'm in the Nolia, lookin' for the Poppers

Took me a hit off the blunt, then I spot her

Ho that I know, bout twenty years of age

A pepper-red bitch with extensions in her head

Now she was the type to put you in a plot ball

Her last old man done got his head knocked off

But fuck I want the pussy so let's see what she's about

She gave me the phone number and the address to her house

I passed by late, she stayed on South Mero

Walked in the door with my three eight zero

Popped on that ass, got her nothin', I was outty

Now she calls me sayin' how she feel about me

"Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please"

"Won't you just come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please"

Now, if I was King, just imagine that shit

I'd have the Queen back smackin' that bitch

Now drop to your knees and kiss, and you tease

Of that, hell of a guy Mister J-U-V

I want riches, fuck bitches and them hoes

No better than a sweater, fella, 'cause I won't let her

Ho blow my head off, and take me off ground

Knowin' inside that a bitch could bring me down

Juvenile let a ho trap me?

That ain't the hamp, I'm on the map ayo I'm in the house

And I'm on the map G

Now you can't hang around, my crew or my clique

Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit

You can't hang around, my crew or my clique

Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit