Numb Numb Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

[Verse 1: Juvenile] 

Ay you wan' score ki, no you wan'score an ounce 

I ain't gon' show you shit, make sure you got the right amount 

boy I can't front you nuttin but I respect ya G 

it could get fatal if I let niggaz get next to me 

the junkies like my coke, Doctors, and Lawyers too 

they in, and out here all day lookin for the right Peru 

I use to do it too but I had to let it go 

I can't get loaded I'm lil' wodie that supply the coke 

my shit'll have you where you don't even much want to eat 

have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets 

been in rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me 

you gon' relapse indeed, probably want ever leave 

don't want no problems I just want to get this cheddar please 

I can't get popped, I've been convicted for two felonies 

look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter 

I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter 

[Chorus] 

If you score some coke from me 

you will be numb, numb, numb, numb, numb 

numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb 

if you don't get it from me you will be 

dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb 

dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb 

you'll be comin back in minutes to get 

some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some 

damn Juvie where you get that 

from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from 

[Verse 2: Juvenile] 

They don't work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes 

they be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold 

and we work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes 

we don't be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold 

weigh it and bring it in this shit is shipped to me 

I never transported nothin peep out my history 

my house is sittin plush-my cars is lookin lovely 

police men want to cuff me therefore I'm rollin buckets 

not tryna make it public don't want to be the subject 

mama tunin it don't spend ya money boy stay in ya budget 

I seen a lot of fools goin buyin a lot of shoes 

they children not in school they gotta lot to prove 

I puts my money back up in my flip 

some to the side incase them people run up in my shit 

chopper up all the time with two taped up clips 

and if you come fuckin with mine I'm a use this bitch 

they want me for distrubution from New Orleans to Houston 

someone been runnin there mouth tellin e'm how much I'm movin 

I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter 

I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Juvenile] 

I got my first work when I was sixteen 

and niggaz still not knowin what happened to brick leans 

it's not an easy task might have to beat the last 

you gon' get caught up out here tryna save ya people ass 

can't have e'm bring it first if you can't pay e'm its worth 

you could get murdered for that he just may let it burst 

smart high walk to earth, and maybe enemy turf 

pray I don't get in they way just let e'm do they dirt 

and I know after the cut woah my shit is the bomb 

that must be the Saudi-Arabia cause it ain't Hussien 

you ain't got that Florida dope, (??) coke 

have to spend all ya dough or you want leave fa sho 

they come in menthazine no caps on it is 

want be that long before ya family know you on that shit 

look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter 

I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter 

[Chorus] - repeat to end