Juvenile Cock It Lyrics

[Juvenile]
Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Mic check one, two
it's Juvenile coming through
Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon

[Verse 1]
Who the man? if I ain't it n____ can't claim it
I can take a small name and make it famous
I reason with no one homie I got fa sho cliental
I'm a XL out here in the streets or lyin in jail
I'm quick tempered please limit ya words
I will send you in a hurry down south with the Spurs
it's kind of hard to understand me cause I speak with a slur
but my guns speak a language all the people done heard
streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute
ya f___in with a general salute me lieutenant
I'm not too particular with lies
I look 'em in the eyes say a pray before you die
this ain't about me this about somethin thats spoke
you know runnin with a n____ while you cuttin his throat
oh them loose lip b____es get hung from a rope you know
bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
c___ it, take berrata then pop it
give me that out ya pocket cause the best can't stop it
East coast wuzzup, Down south wuzzup
West coast wuzzup, Mid West wuzzup

[Verse 2]
Keep on makin ya laws, I'm a keep breaking them
I can move a package in any city I'm stationed in
if ya son touchin my s___ you better pray for him
bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatreds been
I ain't the only solider they got alot of these
all of these children make me know who dropped alot of seeds
I smoke till my eyes shut
stay strapped so if you think about sneakin you better wise up
hit you with the traqualizer let it fill ya head
paralyze you have ya screamin "I can't feel my legs"
regardless of what a n____ or a b____ done said
the shell around ya get poked like eggs
I'm from the M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A
my b____es gonna listen to what the hell I say
you n____s gonna respect it or get out my way
or the (??) gonna have to do ya autopsay (autopsy)
[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You old n____s on ya last limb
move over let some n____s who really want it come cash in
suppose to get killed for c___ blockin in cells
solider bet you can't get no chronic up in hell
fresh off the porch where the stash spot
I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my Dad got
got the chopper cut the weight, nice in the stash box
n____ be on paper so himmed up from the bad cops
how the hoes be actin over dey child support
I need to s_____ me a coat and endorse it with dope
I ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it
n____s gon' let us get that whenever we want it
beef is beef whenever the s___ occurs
if it's real it's gon' resolve into metal for sure
but hit the right one he ain't respectin my bad
my only satisfaction will be poppin your a__