- Song Name: Juve "The Great"
- Artist Name: Juvenile
- Album: Juve the Great
- Songwriters: Michael J Clervoix, Robert B Smith, Terius Gray
- Release Date: 2003.12.23
- Label: Cash Money Records
LYRICS FOR "Juve "The Great""
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I tell the story like yesterday when [Incomprehensible] was alive
Didn't do s*** with my brothers without makin' 'em mad
Couldn't get along with nobody so I just ran with my Dad
He took me right there where the killas be
Across the court from Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
We shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
Started snatchin' purses by Wall Greens
Seen Titey get hit up in the melt when I was young
Paramedics couldn't even find his tongue
That's when I started totin' my heat to call a G
My family was deep but wasn't goin' in that water with me
Right after Mr. Martin's class [Incomprehensible] and me
Straight to Barret think I was worried 'bout the trulency
Got paid for them old timers puttin' in work
Like Mr. Frank he sold fruit
Even though the times was hard
I didn't fear no man but God
You lookin' at New Orleans crime rate
Right up in the place
Juve
Juve
Juve
This is Juve
Juve
Juve
Juve
This is Juve
Mama thought her son was really doin' it tight
When I was the one out here not doin' it right
Until she found my stash
S*** it must've been a half a pound
I was thirteen then back when Yoga was caddillac'n it
My campaign was let a lil' nigga get a crack at it
Far from a gangsta but was learnin' a lot
Ain't just be the one that earnin' the pot
After the turn of the clock I started bankin' on the low with the dope
Got slugged up so hoes'll notice me mo'
Tee's
Regular hood s*** the average niggaz go through in life
Wanted to be a lil gorilla
[Incomprehensible] and we ball I know they'll flip ya
I stayed away from them cats who didn't communicate well
'Cause them was them niggaz that would've had me in jail
Even though the times was hard
I didn't fear no man but God
You lookin' at New Orleans crime rate
Right up in the place
Juve
Juve
Juve
This is Juve
Juve
Juve
Juve
This is Juve
At fifteen I carried a lot of weight on my back
Me and my brother infact
I mad my real power moves soon as Juv' got one
Headed straight to the Irish counter nigga who got guns?
S*** my people Bobby and survival got hit too
And I heard my name was poppin' up in some s*** too
Wasn't no cool cans off googlin' no more
It was either cry like a b**** or go sell it and score
My first case wanted my respect in the worst way
Couldn't tell me s*** when I was hungry and thirsty
Have a nigga way out his religion ya heard me
I guess it's punishment to who and never was worthy
Every since I learned about guns and coke
I made a vow to myself that I would never go broke
Do what I gotta do to eat
I probably can't play no sports but I can work these streets
Even though the times was hard
I didn't fear no man but God
You lookin' at New Orleans crime rate
Right up in the place
Juve
Juve
Juve
This is Juve
Juve
Juve
Juve
This is Juve
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