Juvenile - Numb Numb Lyrics
Ay you wan' score a ki, no you wan' score an ounceI ain't gon' show you shit, make sure you got the right amountBoy I can't front you nuthin, but I respect ya GIt could be fatal if I let niggaz get next to meThe junkies like my coke, doctors and lawyers tooThey in and out here all day look for the white PeruI used to do it too, but I had to let it goI can't get loaded, I'm lil wodie that supply the cokeMy shit'll have you where you don't even much wanna eatHave you at lack of sleep, always out up in them streetsBeen in rehab for weeks, come home and get a bag from meYou gon' relapse indeed, probably won't ever leaveDon't want no problems I just wanna get this cheddar pleaseI can't get popped, I've been convicted of two feloniesLook I'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughterI hope they ain't ride'n, 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, numbIf you don't get it from me you will be dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb,dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumbYou'll be coming back in minutes to get some, some, some, some,some, some, some, some, some, some, some, someDamn Juvie where you get that from, from, from, from, from, from,from, from, from, from, from, fromAy yo we work off the hit cuz we don't ***** with the foesand yea we be sell'n it soft we had enough of it soldAy yo we sork off the hit cuz we don't ***** with the foesyea well we be sell'n it soft we had enough of it soldWeight it and bring it in, this shit is shipped to meI never transported nuthin, peep out my historyMy house is sit'n plush, my cars is look'n lovelyPolice man wanna cuff me, therefore I'm roll'n bucketsNot try'na make it public, don't wanna be the subjectMama tune'n it, "don't spend ya money, boy stay in ya budjet"I seen a lot of fools go'n buy'n a lot of jewelsThey children not in school, they gotta lot to proveI puts my money back into my flipSome to the side incase them people run up in my shitChopper it up all the time with two taped up clipsAnd if you come *****'n wit mine, Imma use this *****They want me for distribution, from New Orleans to HoustonSomeone been run'n their mouth tell'n 'em how much I'm move'nI'm just try'na put some clothes on my daughterI hope they ain't ride'n I got to sell this other quarter[Chorus]I got my first work, when I was sixteenAnd niggaz still not know'n what have'n a brick meansIt's not an easy task, might have to beef the lastYou don't get caught up out here try'n to save ya peoples assCan't have 'em bring it first, if you can't pay 'em what it's worthYou could get murdered for that, he just may let it burstSmart high walk to earth, it may be enemy turfPray I don't get in they way, just let 'em do they dirtEven though afta the cut, woah my shit is the bombThat must be that Saudi-Arabian, cuz it ain't HussienYou ain't got that far to go, ??Have to spend all ya dough, or you won't leave for shoThey come in menthazine, no cap on it isWon't be long before ya family know ya on that shitI'm just try'na put some clothes on my daughterI hope they ain't ride'n, I need to sell this other quarter[Chorus]repeat til end
