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Juvenile - Around The Way Lyrics

[Chorus]
Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block
Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {'Do it!'}
I had a little drama, I was bout that there
That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {'Do it!'}
I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward
As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes
{'Hey, hey, hey!'} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes
{'Hey, hey, hey!'} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes

[Juvenile]
I got ghosts on my team unseen
And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing
The watch, the bling bling, f*** what you heard
I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word
Put bosses on injured reserve, f*** losses
Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb
I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird
Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd
Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at
Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack
If they get'cha won't nobody rat
These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that
We got {?} and a lot of crack
Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts
My lil' spot where it was poppin at
Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy
And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me?
Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me
They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty
I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times
Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line
I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it
But I'm know in your place's where you motherf***ers better get
We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this
X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius
I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?}
Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe
You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars
Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads
You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve
You my people with this business so I got a job

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now
Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now
I miss illegal sh** but I don't f*** with the cops
Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop
'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of sh**
Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bi***
Niggaz get that false courage and buck
But you ain't doin sh** unless the murder rate raise up
Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up
It ain't your motherf***in business about who pays us
Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya
I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya
I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss
Well put your drawers in your booty bi*** and break to the North
What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none
This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes]