Текст (слова) песни: Juvenile - A Million and One Things

[Lil` Wayne]
What
This.. this here`s real, nigga
It`s real, nigga
Too real
Pay attention even though I`m young, nigga
Look, look
This one here`s on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin`, tryin` ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain`t with us, dog
For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I`m tired of seein` my niggas gettin` killed
They hustlin` for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills
If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I`m trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it ta kill
But listen, man.. I know ya see tha ice glistenin`, man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad
But ya gotta think `fore ya move, partna
`Cause it`ll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can`t name one nigga like me
That`s why I`m tryin` ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don`t work ya don`t eat, my nigga

[Chorus 2x [Juvenile]]
They got a million and one things that you could be doin`
Than hangin` around this motherfucker talkin` to your children
Get off your ass, lil` daddy, and go and get it
It`s starin` at ya right in your face, you ain`t wit it

[Juvenile]
Look at ya, you`re fuckin` up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin`? Everything a nigga sellin` you?!
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in `84
All tha hoes use ta jock ya
Niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn`t stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin` `round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky
Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin` your children check, takin` food out they mouth
And you get mad with me `cause I don`t wanna give you ten
I don`t support your habit, nigga, y`all grown men
I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin` askin` for shit everyday
I can`t please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I`ma be broke

[Chorus 2x]

[Turk]
Look... look.. look
Where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin` bad.. can`t even much eat
Everytime I pass through, beggin` me for a dollar
Thinkin` I owe them somethin`, don`t even wanna holla
Nigga who use ta be ballin` ain`t ballin` no mo`
I can see they life fadin` away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain`t care no mo`
Niggas want me ta help `em.. ain`t helpin` theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain`t helpin` yourself
Ain`t no love loss... I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin`
Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain`t gon` let nobody stop me from gettin` my six figures
Gettin` my shine on, bling-blingin` everyday
If you`re not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

[Chorus 2x]

[B.G.]
Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas... got love for `em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make `em fall
Somebody tell me, if I didn`t have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I`m in tha next four-door
No, I don`t think so, I`ll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin` jo`s, beggin` people for scrilla
On the reala... if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain`t nobody gon` give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain`t nobody gon` pay tha bills in your house, I swear
They don`t care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain`t no child, look in tha mirror, you`re grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

[Chorus 4x]

[Juvenile talking]
Man, you could be out here tryin` ta do somethin`, man
I mean everytime we come through, man, I do somethin` for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I`m sayin`
I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself
`Cause they got a lot of problems

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I know ya see tha ice glistenin`, man I know it make you wanna go get it bad But ya gotta think `fore ya move, partna `Cause it`ll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me But I betcha can`t name one nigga like me That`s why I`m tryin` ta preach, my nigga And teach, my nigga If ya don`t work ya don`t eat, my nigga [Chorus 2x [Juvenile]] They got a million and one things that you could be doin` Than hangin` around this motherfucker talkin` to your children Get off your ass, lil` daddy, and go and get it It`s starin` at ya right in your face, you ain`t wit it [Juvenile] Look at ya, you`re fuckin` up and I can tell it too What is ya smokin`? Everything a nigga sellin` you?! I know you could do better than that, and deserve more Ya use to be tight with your game back in `84 All tha hoes use ta jock ya Niggas use ta knock ya Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn`t stop ya Then ya went ta runnin` `round tha project with them junkies Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky Lips all ashy, eyes popped out Spendin` your children check, takin` food out they mouth And you get mad with me `cause I don`t wanna give you ten I don`t support your habit, nigga, y`all grown men I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay I got people comin` askin` for shit everyday I can`t please everybody, but I love my folks If I give ya everything, baby, I`ma be broke [Chorus 2x] [Turk] Look... look.. look Where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps Some of my rounds doin` bad.. can`t even much eat Everytime I pass through, beggin` me for a dollar Thinkin` I owe them somethin`, don`t even wanna holla Nigga who use ta be ballin` ain`t ballin` no mo` I can see they life fadin` away slowly for sure Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope Use ta care about theyself, ain`t care no mo` Niggas want me ta help `em.. ain`t helpin` theyself You must be out your mind if you ain`t helpin` yourself Ain`t no love loss... I just gotta stay my distance Gotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin` Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister Ain`t gon` let nobody stop me from gettin` my six figures Gettin` my shine on, bling-blingin` everyday If you`re not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga [Chorus 2x] [B.G.] Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse My niggas still my niggas... got love for `em all I hate to see that market ride they back and make `em fall Somebody tell me, if I didn`t have change and I was broke Would I get tha same attention when I`m in tha next four-door No, I don`t think so, I`ll be a equal nigga On the set, smokin` jo`s, beggin` people for scrilla On the reala... if I could do it, then you could Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood Ain`t nobody gon` give no hand-outs, I swear Ain`t nobody gon` pay tha bills in your house, I swear They don`t care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga You ain`t no child, look in tha mirror, you`re grown, my nigga Do yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my nigga And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga [Chorus 4x] [Juvenile talking] Man, you could be out here tryin` ta do somethin`, man I mean everytime we come through, man, I do somethin` for my people, man I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I`m sayin` I try ta do things for tha football team Try ta take care of my people Try ta show them how ta help theyself `Cause they got a lot of problems Нравится песня? 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