Juvenile:. It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma play it how it go. Cock the hollow points into my black calico. Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho' it's bout to go.
[Juvenile]. I'ma keep it on my mind. Stay slangin' iron. Playin', ya die. K's whippin' out. Prey every time. I'm straight off the porch - I live down the court.