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They Lied - Juvenile



     
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I'm pot and I can't say shit about skillet
If you got a spot movin' sellin' bricks I can feel it
Done mapped it all out, done made some phone calls
We all got big dreams of seein' the project ball
After all, separation is the downfall
Instead of a chain of command niggaz wanna shot call
That overnight money could be lose your life money
Everybody want the crooked instead of the right money
And then I ain't no better either 'cause I lead a
Life of crime if I gotta fight for mine
Look, somebody ain't leavin' with a stripe this time
Y'all don't want a drunk nigga gettin' hype with nines
My ex-girl done told me I can't see my children
I hope nobody play with me cause I might kill them
Shit, motherfuckers ain't never satisfied
If you think niggaz don't have problems, they lied
You niggaz think we don't have problems?
They lied to ya

You niggaz think we ain't with problems?
Look they lied to ya
You niggaz think we all hoes?
Look they lied to ya
Y'all think we dirty in our nose?
Look they lied to ya
You niggaz think we don't have problems?
Look they lied to ya
You niggaz think we ain't with problems?
They done lied to ya
You niggaz think we all hoes?
They done lied to ya
Y'all think we dirty in our nose?
They done lied to ya
Fa sho' wodie
Don't get me fucked up 'cause you seen me on a movie
We keep it real hood when we do a fuckin' movie
You saw us on the video, playin' with hoes
But you can find me in my ghetto nigga, totin' a fo'-fo'
I'm real with this shit nigga we dash on five-oh
A big dice game nigga fuck them five-oh's
I keep the same game nigga crack a guerrilla hoe
I play the same thangs but my prices get cheaper though
I pull up in the Range Rover twenty inch mo-mo's
I been through hard times, that nobody know
Slang dimes crack times you could believe that wo'
Comin' through in the Bentley V-12 Y'know
Ten a ki is the price and we don't love no hoes
Water whip playin' games slangin' bad ya-yo
Jam him up and bust his head while he on that dope
I got a bad feelin' so I needs to go
Fa sho', you understand? Nigga outta line?
You better bust his motherfuckin' head wodie
You niggaz think we don't have problems?
They lied to ya
You niggaz think we ain't with problems?
Look they lied to ya
You niggaz think we all hoes?
Look they lied to ya
Y'all think we dirty in our nose?
Look they lied to ya
You niggaz think we don't have problems?
Look they lied to ya
You niggaz think we ain't with problems?
They done lied to ya
You niggaz think we all hoes?
They done lied to ya
Y'all think we dirty in our nose?
They done lied to ya
I'm the motherfucker killed your boy, and what?
You gon' do somethin' bout it? Bitch nigga then stand up
I'm not responsible for all the people that's gon' bitch out
And innocent bystanders, that be up on yo' blocks
Ain't no encyclopedia could teach me the hood
How to not give out no credit and distribute the goods
How police gon' hound me, investigate 'round me
Catch me with a firearm them bitches gon' down me
And I'm beefin' with the biggest nigga in the city with work
Ain't no tellin' who he got workin' for him in [unverified]
If I hurt, then you hurt, you got work? I take yours
I gotta records durin' the season like the Lakers
It's not for fun I got a gun you try to run I'm poppin' one
I'm to' up from the flo' up, just look at what the block done done
I can't sleep 'cause I'm too far in it
I took over this motherfucker 'cause I knew y'all finished
You niggaz think we don't have problems?
They lied to ya
You niggaz think we ain't with problems?
Look they lied to ya
You niggaz think we all hoes?
Look they lied to ya
Y'all think we dirty in our nose?
Look they lied to ya
You niggaz think we don't have problems?
Look they lied to ya
You niggaz think we ain't with problems?
They done lied to ya
You niggaz think we all hoes?
They done lied to ya
Y'all think we dirty in our nose?
They done lied to ya
F'real man I ain't tryin' to disrespect none of you niggaz out chea
If you do what you do, do it well
KnowhatI'msayin? I ain't playa hatin' I'm congratulatin'
I'm tryin' to teach you niggaz how to get offa these streets
And how to accumulate money, so you can be successful
like the rest of these niggaz that are out chea, that's on TV
These niggaz on MTV, BET, The Box and what have we
All you niggaz could be successful
But I want y'all motherfuckers to know we suffer just like y'all
Man we go through it, we been through it
But I'll slang iron if I gotta protect mine, believe that

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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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