Juvenile - A Million & One Things Lyrics
[lil wayne]WhatThis.. this heres real, niggaIts real, niggaToo realPay attention even though Im young, niggaLook, lookThis one heres on tha up, dogFor all my people with bad luck, dogStrugglin, tryin ta make a buck, dogFor all tha peeps who aint with us, dogFor all my niggas in angola, stay tough, dogSee, this from shorty on tha realIm tired of seein my niggas gettin killedThey hustlin for a mil, nigga, hustle for your billsIf ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, Im trillIf I got it ta spend, then I got it ta killBut listen, man.. I know ya see tha ice glistenin, manI know it make you wanna go get it badBut ya gotta think fore ya move, partnacause itll make your ship sink and you will lose, partnaI know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like meBut I betcha cant name one nigga like meThats why Im tryin ta preach, my niggaAnd teach, my niggaIf ya dont work ya dont eat, my nigga(chorus 2x [juvenile])They got a million and one things that you could be doinThan hangin around this mother*****er talkin to your childrenGet off your ass, lil daddy, and go and get itIts starin at ya right in your face, you aint wit it[juvenile]Look at ya, youre *****in up and I can tell it tooWhat is ya smokin? everything a nigga sellin you? !I know you could do better than that, and deserve moreYa use to be tight with your game back in 84All tha hoes use ta jock yaNiggas use ta knock yaStay a big shot, mother*****er couldnt stop yaThen ya went ta runnin round tha project with them junkiesHoles in your shoes, and your body all funkyLips all ashy, eyes popped outSpendin your children check, takin food out they mouthAnd you get mad with me cause I dont wanna give you tenI dont support your habit, nigga, yall grown menI got kids ta feed, I got bills ta payI got people comin askin for shit everydayI cant please everybody, but I love my folksIf I give ya everything, baby, ima be broke(chorus 2x)[turk]Look... look.. lookWhere I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peepsSome of my rounds doin bad.. cant even much eatEverytime I pass through, beggin me for a dollarThinkin I owe them somethin, dont even wanna hollaNigga who use ta be ballin aint ballin no moI can see they life fadin away slowly for sureNiggas who I come up with get me full of that dopeUse ta care about theyself, aint care no moNiggas want me ta help em.. aint helpin theyselfYou must be out your mind if you aint helpin yourselfAint no love loss... I just gotta stay my distanceGotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missinGotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, misterAint gon let nobody stop me from gettin my six figuresGettin my shine on, bling-blingin everydayIf youre not for tha right, stay tha ***** out my way, nigga(chorus 2x)[b.g.]Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worseMake me wonder if v.l. and magnolia got a curseMy niggas still my niggas... got love for em allI hate to see that market ride they back and make em fallSomebody tell me, if I didnt have change and I was brokeWould I get tha same attention when Im in tha next four-doorNo, I dont think so, Ill be a equal niggaOn the set, smokin jos, beggin people for scrillaOn the reala... if I could do it, then you couldLay your hustle down and make your way out the hoodAint nobody gon give no hand-outs, I swearAint nobody gon pay tha bills in your house, I swearThey dont care, ya gotta stand on your own, my niggaYou aint no child, look in tha mirror, youre grown, my niggaDo yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my niggaAnd get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga(chorus 4x)[juvenile talking]Man, you could be out here tryin ta do somethin, manI mean everytime we come through, man, I do somethin for my people, manI give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what Im sayinI try ta do things for tha football teamTry ta take care of my peopleTry ta show them how ta help theyselfcause they got a lot of problems
