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In Ya Ass - Juvenile



     
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Look I'm tryin' to live right now
Make a better place for my kids, right now
Or get out my face is how it is, right now
All I wanna have is my own shit, right nowSo much go through my head all day
The game situation is be paid or played
I gotta eat the lottery is not for me it's homicide and robbery
And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaksIt ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason
I got away from all that bullshit, that thuggin' and thievin'
And as far as this Cash Money shit it's part of my blood
And we feed each other everyday by showin' 'em loveIt don't matter what we came into we gonna stay blood
And whoever sleepin' on it dem dat's gonna wake up
I need dough to feed me and my people
To get a pie and eat special from, Julio's
Fuck ya boy, I don't care, who he know
Just make sho', that he pay, who he owe
I ain't tryin' to be a bully I just want what I earned
He's a hardheaded child and it's time to be learnedYou don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad

You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me madYou don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad
You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me madI've seen shit that a child my age, shouldn'ta saw
They bustin' right over the backseat of a stolen car
I was seven they had to be about nine or ten
His momma Fay she done ran through who's dyin' again
Damn but I don't really think she mean what she say
As soon as she smoke that crack, shit done fucked with her head
Momma gon' love her kids, any place, anywhere
And if momma don't love her children, then momma need prayerDurin' the struggles of my life I learned to take heed to shit
I paid attention to everything that went on in the bricks
All of the early morning rushes to the late night fights
I always visioned that one day this would be my lifeBack then it wasn't gravy, the street wasn't right
Especially in our house, we didn't eat some nights
On come new technology these days and times
And it gave us other avenues and ways to grindFuck what you got nigga, I'm makin' mine
I messed up my first 'lil change, I'ma be straight this time
To the fullest, always huntin', for it to spend
I went out and got it dawg, I can do it againYou don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad
You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me madGet off the block 'lil nigga this my spot 'lil nigga
I don't care what you got you get shot 'lil nigga
I been thuggin' and I'm lovin' my life
The reason I made it to here because I been livin' trifeFor spite stoppin' knockin' old niggaz off
Tryin' to be the fuckin' boss and shotcall
Ride round in the toughest cars, double R's
Fuckin' over niggaz don't want see me ballNow which one of your peers wanna come do this
I ain't with all of that talkin' 'cause my gun do flip
Lift niggaz off they feet when they run they lip
Tryin' to tell you 'bout people, tell you that chick's on chipsYou don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad
I'm straight off of the street that's why I'm out chea bad
Comin' through yo' door with a bag and a MagYou don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad
You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me madIf you don't like me nigga, nigga come out
Fuck, I don't like you either though bitch-ass nigga
Boy-ass nigga what? Fuck you in ya assYou don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad
You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me madDa da da, da da da da hahahaha
I don't like you either though
Punk, pussy, candy-ass nigga
Wearin another nigga drawers ass nigga
Take it like a man ya heard me?
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New Orleans-based rapper Juvenile was born Terius Gray. After beginning his performing career while in his teens, he released a 1995 album on Warlock titled Being Myself. He eventually crossed paths with Cash Money label owners Ronald "Suga Slim" and Brian "Baby" Williams, who issued 1996's Solja Rags; the album became a major underground hit, and set the stage for the release of 1998's 400 Degreez. In 1999, with Juvenile's popularity growing, Solja Rags was reissued nationally, and Warlock jumped on the bandwagon with a remixed version of Being Myself. The year ended with the release of a new studio effort, Tha G-Code, followed by Project English two years later in 2001. In 2002 he left Cash Money and formed his own collective, the UTP Playas (Uptown Project Playas), with whom he recorded a posse album, The Compilation. The album went nowhere and a year later he was back on Cash Money and releasing Juve the Great which featured the chart-topping hit "Slow Motion". The 2005 single from the UTP Playas "Noila Clap" was another big track and Juvenile was ready once again to shopping for a new label. As he was signing a new contract with Asylum his Slidell, Louisiana home was destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. The hurricane and its grim aftermath were hot topics on his 2006 album Reality Check.



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