[Verse 1: Juvenile]
  Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
  I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
  didn't do shit with my brothers without makin e'm mad
  couldn't get along with nobody so I just ran with my Dad
  he took me right there where the killas be
  across court from Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
  we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
  started snatchin purses by Wall Greens
  seen Titey get hit up in the melt when I was young
  paramedics couldn't even find his tongue
  thats when I started totin' my heat to call a G
  my family was deep but wasn't goin in that water with me
  right after Mr.Martin's class (??)and me
  straight to Barret think I was worried bout the trulency? please
  got paid for them old timers puttin in work
  like Mr. Frank he sold fruit, watermelons, and herbs
  
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  Even though the times was hard
  I didn't fear no man but God
  you lookin at New Orleans crime rate
  right up in the place, soulja's beware this is Juve the great
  Juve the great
  Juve the great
  Juve the great
  this is Juve the great
  Juve the great
  Juve the great
  Juve the great
  this is Juve the great
  
  [Verse 2: Juvenile]
  Mama thought her son was really doin it tight
  when I was the one out here not doin it right
  until she found my stash she couldn't believe all the weed she found
  shit it must've been a half a pound
  I was thirteen then back when Yoga was caddillac'n it
  my campaign was let a lil nigga get a crack at it
  far from a gangsta but was learnin alot
  ain't just be the one that earnin the pot
  after the turn of the clock I started bankin on the low with the dope
  got slugged up so hoes'll notice me mo'
  tee's, reeboks, and girbauds I had a few (??) to write
  regular hood shit the average niggaz go through in life
  wanted to be a lil gorilla, and more day killas
  (???) and we ball I know they'll flip ya
  I stayed away from them cats who didn't communicate well
  cause them was them niggaz that would've had me in jail
  
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  [Verse 3: Juvenile]
  At fifteen I carried alot of wieght on my back
  me and my brother infact, I kept my money intact
  I mad my real power moves soon as Juv' got one
  headed straight to the irish counter nigga who got guns?
  shit my people Bobby and surviva got hit too
  and I heard my name was poppin up in some shit too
  wasn't no cool cans off googlin no more
  it was either cry like a bitch or go sell it and score
  my first case wanted my respect in the worst way
  couldn't tell me shit when I was hungry and thirs-ty
  have a nigga way out his religion ya heard me
  I guess it's punishment to who and never was worthy
  every since I leanred about guns and coke
  I made a vow to myself that I would never go broke
  do what I gotta do to eat
  I probably can't play no sports but I can work these streets
  
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