Around The Way Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

[Chorus] 

Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block 

Niggas wasn't really feelin' me then ("Do it!") 

I had a little drama, I was bout that there 

That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind ("Do it!") 

I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward 

As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes 

("Hey, hey, hey!") Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes 

("Hey, hey, hey!") Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes 

I got ghosts on my team unseen 

And they only be ridin' with me 'til we do one thing 

The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard 

I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin' to give 'em the word 

Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses 

Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb 

I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird 

Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd 

Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at 

Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin' to jack 

If they get'cha won't nobody rat 

These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that 

We got ? and a lot of crack 

Clearin' our tracks cause fiends could be givin' 'em a whole lot of facts 

My lil' spot where it was poppin' at 

Standin' in the court all day thinkin' of ways to get out of that 

[Chorus] 

Storm with me, waitin' on Mignon and Iggy 

And this one goin' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me? 

Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me 

They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty 

I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times 

Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggas get out of line 

I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it 

But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get 

We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this 

X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius 

I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow anchardo 

Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe 

You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars 

Gettin' the 411 from a lot of broads 

You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve 

You my people with this business so I got a job 

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Yeah I'm focusin' on learnin' from all your mistakes now 

Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now 

I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops 

Cause I'm always smokin' some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop 

'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit 

Trippin' over my car, and I don't even like the bitch 

Niggas get that false courage and buck 

But you ain't doin' shit unless the murder rate raise up 

Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up 

It ain't your motherfuckin' business about who pays us 

Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya 

I'm fresh out of the shootin' range with my aim on ya 

I heard 'em say they catchin' feelings now cause I'm boss 

Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North 

What nigga I ain't feelin' nothin', and I ain't fearin' none 

This is the Magnolia and see where this guerrilla from