juvenile
numb numb
[Verse 1: Juvenile] Ay you wan' score ki, no you wan'score an ounce I ain't gon' show you shit, make sure you got the right amount boy I can't front you nuttin but I respect ya G it could get fatal if I let niggaz get next to me the junkies like my coke, Doctors, and Lawyers too they in, and out here all day lookin for the right Peru I use to do it too but I had to let it go I can't get loaded I'm lil' wodie that supply the coke my shit'll have you where you don't even much want to eat have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets been in rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me you gon' relapse indeed, probably want ever leave don't want no problems I just want to get this cheddar please I can't get popped, I've been convicted for two felonies look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter  [Chorus] If you score some coke from me you will be numb, numb, numb, numb, numb numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb if you don't get it from me you will be dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb you'll be comin back in minutes to get some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some damn Juvie where you get that from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from  [Verse 2: Juvenile] They don't work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes they be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold and we work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes we don't be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold weigh it and bring it in this shit is shipped to me I never transported nothin peep out my history my house is sittin plush-my cars is lookin lovely police men want to cuff me therefore I'm rollin buckets not tryna make it public don't want to be the subject mama tunin it don't spend ya money boy stay in ya budget I seen a lot of fools goin buyin a lot of shoes they children not in school they gotta lot to prove I puts my money back up in my flip some to the side incase them people run up in my shit chopper up all the time with two taped up clips and if you come fuckin with mine I'm a use this bitch they want me for distrubution from New Orleans to Houston someone been runnin there mouth tellin e'm how much I'm movin I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter  [Chorus]  [Verse 3: Juvenile] I got my first work when I was sixteen and niggaz still not knowin what happened to brick leans it's not an easy task might have to beat the last you gon' get caught up out here tryna save ya people ass can't have e'm bring it first if you can't pay e'm its worth you could get murdered for that he just may let it burst smart high walk to earth, and maybe enemy turf pray I don't get in they way just let e'm do they dirt and I know after the cut woah my shit is the bomb that must be the Saudi-Arabia cause it ain't Hussien you ain't got that Florida dope, (??) coke have to spend all ya dough or you want leave fa sho they come in menthazine no caps on it is want be that long before ya family know you on that shit look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter  [Chorus] - repeat to end