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[Juvenile talking] Whoa! C`mon Whoa! I hear you niggaz heart pumpin c` mon, whoa!, whats up, whoa! U.T.P, U.T.P
[Verse 1: Juvenile] he gotta be in too much `bout everything that he touch out of the roof money get packed up and moved in the truck kill me if you feel I ain`t worthy I inherited skills from murky niggaz that`s as real as my Saints jersey I stand here posted in the worst of times knowing niggaz after me, gonna rehearse my grind I`m not a prophet, but I could teach you how to cock it and pop it and how to put some money in your pocket you see something you like go `head and cop it but watch it, niggaz gone knock it trying to get you for your paper when them bitches is jockin` you might do lil` daddy like that, but this is not him don`t look for your people to help you, my niggaz done shot them my people done told me I could roll I got a reputation for beating niggaz and hoes stickin` to the G code, `tees, `rees, and `bows pop a Ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then Whoa!
[Baby a.k.a. Birdman (chorus x2)] Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy (so keep your hands up) Whoa! I got to have it Lil Daddy (so keep your hands up) Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy, I got to have it Lil Daddy I want that brand new Caddy
[Verse 2: Juvenile] I`m way over the top with mines I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes Poor niggaz be eating pork, rich niggaz be eating steak I`ma get me a Porterhouse nigga, you just wait you couldn`t step on my toes if you was standing 6` 8" It`s mister 400 bitches so get that shit straight You better talk to your hoe `fore I put dick in her face look, I`m wild Magnolia, she better get in her place I ain`t a law abiding citizen, I gets ignorant I got a trail of niggaz telling cops what I did to them I ain`t lookin for no poppers, ain`t looking for no partners I`m looking for mo` choppers to get rid of mo` problems all I got is my ball and my words my momma, my daddy, my chil`ren, my gun, and my herb shit, they got a lot of killers I know but ain`t too many gon` make it to see 2004, whoa!
(chorus x2)
[Verse 3: Juvenile]
I tried to play the backround as mcuh as I could cause all the big mouth niggaz be gettin knocked in the hood remeber them lil` niggaz? they done grew up now So `ret street and (?) turned into a clocked up dump we scam on shit because we love that sound we not concerned about waiting unitl the night come `round hey lil` mama I`m a gorilla, let me pipe that down (puffing sound) yeah, you like that now I`m a professional, the mountaineer of the streets I got old timers paying close attention to me I could get your shit split for the minimum fee (yeah) fucking with them niggaz, got a ten for a ki` got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece I`ll put it on your ass for a (?) don`t get mad `cause I`ve been cocking your niece she been giving head and eating pussy like a lot of the freaks
(chorus) -repeat untill end
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