JUVENILE - Who's Tha M.F. текст песни

Nigga just came home from jail, look how he played me

Kicked my door down, took my shit an' tied up my ol' lady

Now, I'm just kick back broke, poverty is still in my head hurtin'

'Cuz I know this nigga gotta be killed

My good side tellin' me let 'em slide

'Cuz he ain't worth 'bout my bad side

Tell me to kill 'em 'cuz he deserve no mercy

Follow my bad side and put a feelin' through healin'

Any motherfucker seekin' his business relentless

Thoughts goin' through my mind, nigga had tried to shine

I would be 'bout dat iron in this foolishness frame of mind

In the front door actin' a donkey wit tha 44

Let a funky snatched the money, handle business to momo

Tired of havin' nothin', wearin' my brother's clothes

Many times I got drove by niggas in front of hoes

You know how it be dog, you ain't been ballin' all your life

You was 'round dat bitch, still dirty stealin' bikes

Buildin' escape mobile all fixin' the grilled cheese

In the store breakin' snaps crown derby a key

Who's tha muthaphucka? I'm tha muthaphucka

You lil' boys runnin' wanna do somethin', c'mon

I gotta somethin' fo' lil' bitch ass, your potnas and your grandma

'Cuz I'm on a killa, playa, hata type boy you, don't ask me

None of that [unverified] but I'll take a lil' of dat [unverified]

Step and I'll cut your breath short like it's bestis

Should've had your mama sayin, "Lord, mama child loved 'em"

They say I'm losin weight, boy what's wrong wit you?

I'm hungry and I'm broke, now brake me off wit a bone or two

I know a nigga should be good for that, ha?

But all that nigga had told is I ain't got it right now

Lil' bitch, you not my, 'round you hoes lay it down

Lemme get dat out, your potnas better me than them coppas

Fo' sho' yo' hoe, tried to crown me on the block

You probably would've got me put dat nine wouldn't stop

A witness scored a bag 'cuz your boy tried to slam me

Out chip ass sellin' whammies, busta won't see his family

I let dat nigga slide 'cuz I been in his shoes too

Like 24/7 breath smellin' like beaucoup

Who's tha muthaphucka? I'm tha muthaphucka

I'm runnin' wit dat gal that's after [unverified] niggas wit six figgas

To get wit his sign us a [unverified] wit no repayin'

Now, I'm in it lay wit 'em it violate ten and fuck 'em Juv

Set up his to conduct an attitude

Look here, how many of you niggas ready to start big tymin'?

Look here, how many of you niggas wanna be ridin' reclinin'

Diamonds be shinin', sippin' on Heineken's, your mind was in a trance

Probably takin' a chance to his baddest police

You kill in the peete and make a million a piece

And we'll got off of the streets in there a house in the east

I know the answer is no, so up into my dad

I'm screamin', "Fuck yo'", clangin' tha five doe

Look here, when I was young I didn't hardly know shit

Bigga ballin' would get the medocore nigga noticed

So I approach like I was coached refuse in the gun

Gangs could be over come if you silence your tongue

My name went after chosen one threw out the slump

Sense of envy up in these other mennies brains I [unverified]

Who's tha muthaphucka? I'm tha muthaphucka

JUVENILE - Who's Tha M.F.

Текст песни Who's Tha M.F. - JUVENILE