Juvenile - Around The Way lyrics

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[Chorus]

Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block

Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"}

I had a little drama, I was bout that there

That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"}

I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward

As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes

{"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes

{"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes

[Juvenile]

I got ghosts on my team unseen

And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing

The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard

I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word

Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses

Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb

I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird

Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd

Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at

Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack

If they get'cha won't nobody rat

These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that

We got boy in a lot of crack

Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts

My lil' spot where it was poppin at

Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]

Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy

And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me?

Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me

They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty

I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times

Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line

I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it

But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get

We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this

X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius

I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?}

Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe

You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars

Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads

You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve

You my people with this business so I got a job

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]

Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now

Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now

I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops

Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop

'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit

Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch

Niggaz get that false courage and buck

But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up

Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up

It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us

Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya

I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya

I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss

Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North

What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none

This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes]