Tekst :

[Juvenile:]
I hate to be doin 5 but 10 even worse
I ma take it before the district attourney strike worse
Beside he know what I did and they got evidence
And I m not about to play with them people inteligence
Muthafuckaz try to stay, peep me at my residence
Chargin me for homicide, they say it was negligent
Fuck it, I ma accept my lick when it come to me
Now let me see how many of these bitches gon run for me
Shit, my breath funky with a migraine headache
Big pissed off cause I know I made a mistake
But that s what I get fuckin with pussy ass niggaz
And 2 dollar hoes that ll trade you for cash figures
They did that. but I got a way to get em back
Not with the police though Juve ain t no rat
Nigga tell me shit I done fallen for the end
And you woulda had that dick look when you d caught that 10

[Chorus:[ Juvenile (2x)]]
You gon take em (Five)
Are you gon take that shit to trial
And gon be denied
Violate probation when you just got caught, with that ride
That alibi ain t gon work
Ain t it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin that dirt

[Juvenile:]
All the money in the world can t even move you
Your lawyers tryin to fuck you, the judge tryin to lose you
The district attourney don t give a fuck about y all
Cause he gotta run run for office again in the fall
So everything he cross examine he tryin to fuck over
Grudges on his shoulder, tryin to read his quota
You wastin ya time boy when you wastin they time
Cause they ll start off with a nickel and try and give you a dime
You think I m lyin , go ask my cousin KC
You think I m lyin , go ask my cousin Ducky
Both of my niggaz just cam home from doin a bit
Both of my niggaz know what encarceration is
Lil Daddy, you fightin a war you can t win
Your guilty as charged soon as them people stand up in
So accept ya lick, you got caught with more than a brick
And you ain t gon see the streets til two-thousand and six

[Chorus:[ Juvenile (2x)]]

[Juvenile:]
It s sharks out here boy, niggaz be rattin
You be up in penitentiary and don t know what happened
Law, you re tellin me you re wanted for murder and kidknappin
Short on they information so they lyin and scrappin
You don t want to be in jail that ain t you re place
When your child graduate you gon look her in the face
Tell her lil wodie out there hustlin somewhere across the nation
All in the projects, take that probation
Believe it or not, you be up in the cell block
Far away from home where you can t eeven sell rocks
Bitches ain t on your side like up in the bricks
Cause once you up in the jailhouse they searchin for that dick
Sco no, cho no, I m single
My man up in jail, I can still mingle
I m my own woman, fuck who, what, or when
My man can t whip me, cause he doin ten

[Chorus:[ Juvenile (4x)]]

Lord knows we ve become scientific
It s nothing special at all
Sometimes everything gets big and nothing is small
We can live here every day
We can be here whenever we play

And the knife is near at hand
I cut myself...

Do you remember
the way things used to be?
Our lives untainted by memory,
and we laughed, and we cried,
and we played, and we fought,
never stopped to think,
oh, never stopped to think
that this could be
(this could be the big one)
oh, this could be the...

[Missy]
Uhh, yo
This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me?
AAAAOOW!!

[Missy]
People, gangsters, and pimps and people
Smokin that lethal reefer
Up in the club wit speakers
I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin...

Ac regnanti in celesti partia, amen

I m roaring in the name of God
In all ancient words described in By-Gone times
I pray for your reply oh - all knowing fathers
As I wait to your words
...

Let me know when you re lonely babe

Happier now than I ve been in the past
Gone are the days
Gone are the tears
That was a girl I used to be

The girl that you see standing in front of you
Keeps going on
Because she believes
In...