400 Degreez Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

400 degreez 

Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap 

Ya seen that 98 Mercedes on t.v. I bought that 

I had some felony charges I fought that 

Been sent to no return but still was brought back 

Nigga threw some slangs at me whoadie I caught that 

I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack 

Now I'm lookin' for they family and pile up the war bat 

If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that 

Nigga disrespect me I'mma be in all black 

Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that 

Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on 

Riding top down so we let the trucks pause 

In the jeep ridin' four deep 

I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me 

Bitch what I'll bust yo ass up 

Don't even go there whoadie cuz I'm ready to mask up 

I heard about the money that's some nice change 

For the right price I'll bust the right brain 

Why does a nigga try, I can't do the right thing 

Only God knows what the future might bring 

Nigga might be shive, nigga might be triflin' 

Nigga might survive if he bout that rifling 

Whats up that'll stop a nigga from playin' 

Something like a chopper or a grenade in his hand 

Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo 

Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his ho 

Attitude adjustments we all need 

Don't call the enforcements nigga call me 

I bet cha I'll get them niggas off yo block 

I bet cha I'll show them niggas this boy hot 

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Alright stop it 'cause I done had enough 

When it comes to my pockets I'm ready to bust 

Baby let me get the keys to the Rover truck 

Man let me get this beef shit over bruh 

Ain't no bit this year I'm from the 'Nolia bruh 

Whats yo beef plan 'cause it was told to us 

How I'mma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down 

How I'mma look in front of my people, like a clown 

Tha G code what we live by and we die by 

The book is what we will never abide by 

Niggas drive by, gettin' loose 

Beefing with each other like the Checker Board and Goose 

Come in Compton or the Watts nigga 

Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga 

Foe ya played by a hit or retalion 

All fine young black females stallions 

Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion 

You far away from ya home you's an alien 

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