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Some information about 400 Degreez Lyrics Title: Juvenile - 400 Degreez lyrics Artist: Juvenile Album: 400 Degreez Visitors: 5 visitors have visited 400 Degreez Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. (Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez Verse 1: 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 bought back Nigga threw some slangs at me woodie 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 aint a 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 Ride top down so we let the trucks pause In the jepp ridin four deep I booted up at these nigga claimin they know me [Chorus] (Robotic Voice) You don t want to wit me Hot Hot z Hot Hot z (repeat 2x) Verse 2 Bitch what I ll bust yo ass up Don t even go there woodie cuz I m ready to mas up I heard about the money thats some nice change For the right price I ll bust the right frame Why must a nigga try I can t do the right thing Only God knows what the future might bring Nigga might be shot nigga might be triffling Nigga might survive if he bout that right flame Whats up that ll stop a nigga from playin Sumin 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 hoe 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 (Chorus) Alright stop it cuz I done had enough When it comes to my partners I m ready to bust Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck Man let me get this beef shit over bro Aint no bit this year I m from the nolia bro Whats yo beef plan cuz 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 The G code what we live by and we die by The book is what we will never abide by Niggas drive by gettin loose Keep em with each other like a checker board in use 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 yous a alien (Chorus) Hottest songs from Juvenile : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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