Juvenile - What U Scared 4 lyrics

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Feat. Lil' Wayne

[Juvenile]

I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot

I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not

I say I hate em from a distance and they scopin' my neck

But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck

And I can already vision people sayin I'm wrong

But I rather his momma than my momma singin that song

Besides chickens gon' be chickens and ducks gonna be ducks

And I'm all around guerrilla that love playin them cuts

Im'a attached to the streets, those niggas in the pens

Started problems wit ol' tymers that did ten

And this bitch curly head still been in the case

But he aint man enough to leave a real one in the face

And to you 4-6 and 8 bitches wit t.v. Pranks

You jeopardize my living quarters, wanna see me sank

But I got news for everyone of y'all

I know who yah is, plus I won't be satisfied until I go in yah crib

[Hook]

Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked

You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too

Lookin fed up so me and Wheezy we comin through

And who ever sides yappin we gon' punish em too

(Repeat x2)

[Lil Wayne]

Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless

Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast

I just got one suggestion, ask yah Testem, this cuz get hectic

Send one through your son's intestines

Lock, snock lung through testin's

If the portrait, bodies piled up on porches, it won't be gorgeous

Ride with the torch, scorchin, ready to blaze

Step in me ways, kidnap your car for 70 days

And let it be said Holly Grove's the home of a soldier

And if a nigga breathe wrong than it's over

I never love ya, my metal slug ya

If you kept on fuckin wit the squad

Put the coward's stomach by his thighs, nothin survives

And as far as the coke, 20 bricks month and supply

And as far as the dope, plenty chips come and say "Hi"

Drop 3-2 roll, all black, buttons and shyer

I don't need you hoe

Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes

What?

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]

Nigga C'mon

You gotta love us

Bumpin inside of humma's

Ride as thugga's, we who be

Think that them coward's busta's

Why we hustlin in they sleep

We be in that powder smuggle by the doubles every week

And if one of them cowards run up try to knock him off his feet

The brotha is Wheezy, love it or leave me

Gats hug it and squeeze it

Crack, bundle it easy

Run it wit these n' murderers, crooks and x-cons

Yah test mine I give it to yah chest 6 times

[Juvenile]

I believe in me and my family cuz niggas is broads

That leave you slanted, thugged out wit a conspiracy charge

All pussy aint the pussy like money and drugs

I'm dickin bitches that trial and I'm the jury and judge

I make sure I separate it, though I hate when I love

Its just me, Cash Money Millionaires that wackin the plug

Wud-up Lil Wheezy, im laid back up in the cut if yah need me

Its love believe me

[Hook]