Juvenile - 400 Degreez (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Juvenile - 400 Degreez (en) Lyrics
400 degreez
Ya see me I eat sleep
shit and talk rap
Ya seen that 98 Mercedes
on T.V. I bought that
I had some felony charges
I fought that
Been sent to no return but
still was brought back
Nigga threw some slangs at
me whoadie I caught that
I punished them lil bitches
before they can car jack
Now I'm lookin' for they family
and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then
what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'ma
be in all black
'Companied by some niggas bout
killin' and all that
Me Cory and Mercy
gettin' dunked on
Riding top down so we
let the trucks pause
In the jeep ridin' four deep
I booted up at these nigga
claimin' they know me
Bitch what
I'll bust yo ass up
Don't even go there whoadie 'cause
I'm ready to mask up
I heard about the money that's
some nice change
For the right price I'll
bust the right brain
Why does a nigga try, I can't
do the right thing
Only God knows what the
future might bring
Nigga might be shive, nigga
might be triflin'
Nigga might survive if
he 'bout that rifling
Whats up that'll stop
a nigga from playin'
Something like a chopper or
a grenade in his hand
Boy look nigga don't
play no games no mo
Nigga'll bust ya head
if you bang his ho
Attitude adjustments
we all need
Don't call the enforcements
nigga call me
I bet cha I'll get them
niggas off yo block
I bet cha I'll show them
niggas this boy hot
Hot Boys
All right stop it 'cause
I done had enough
When it comes to my pockets
I'm ready to bust
Baby let me get the keys
to the Rover truck
Man let me get this beef
shit over bruh
Ain't no bit this year I'm
from the 'Nolia bruh
Whats yo beef plan 'cause
it was told to us
How I'ma be runnin' with these
killas and backin' down
How I'ma look in front of
my people, like a clown
Tha G code what we live
by and we die by
The book is what we will
never abide by
Niggas drive by,
gettin' loose
Beefing with each other like
the Checker Board and Goose
Come in Compton
or the Watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep
'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played
by a hit or retalion
All fine young black
females stallions
Give me the keys to ya
car and ya medallion
You far away from ya
home you's an alien
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