- Song Name: C*** It
- Artist Name: Juvenile
- Album: Juve the Great
- Songwriters: Byron Thomas, Terius Gray
- Release Date: 2003.12.23
- Label: Cash Money Records
LYRICS FOR "C*** It"
Uh huh
Mic check
It's Juvenile comin' through
Uh uh
Who the man? If I ain't it
I can take a small name and make it famous
I reason with no one homie
I'm a X L out here in the streets or lyin' in jail
I'm quick tempered
I will send you in a hurry down south with the splurge
It's kind of hard to understand me 'cause I speak with a slur
But my guns speak a language all the people done heard
Streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute
You f*****' with a General
I'm not too particular with lies
I look 'em in their eyes
This ain't about me
You know runnin' with a nigga while you cuttin' his throat
Oh you loose lip b****** get hung from a rope
Bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat
C*** it
Give me that
East coast whassup? Down south whassup?
West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?
C*** it
Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup? Down south whassup?
West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?
Keep on makin' ya laws
I can move a package in any city I'm stationed in
If ya son touchin' my s***
Bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatred's been
I ain't the only solider they got a lot of these
All of these children make me know who dropped a lot of seeds
I smoke till my eyes shut
So if you think about sneakin'
Hit you with the traqualizer
Paralyze you
Regardless of what a nigga or a b**** done said
The shell around ya get puked like eggs
I'm from the M A G N O L I A
My b****** gonna listen to what the hell I say
You niggas gonna respect it or get out my way
Or the Coroner's gonna happen to ya all time sake
C*** it
Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup? Down south whassup?
West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?
C*** it
Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup? Down south whassup?
West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?
You old niggas on ya last limb
Move over
Suppose to get killed for c*** blockin' in cells
Solider bet you can't get no chronic up in hell
Fresh off the porch where the stash spot
I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my dad got
Got the chopper
Nigga be on paper
How the hoes be actin'
I need to snatch me a coat and endorse it with dope
I ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it
Niggas gon' let us get that whenever we want it
B*** is b*** whenever the s*** occurs
If it's real
But hit the right one
My only satisfaction will be poppin' your ass
C*** it
Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup? Down south whassup?
West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?
C*** it
Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup? Down south whassup?
West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?
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