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Song title: Juvenile - Numb Numb

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Ay you wan' score a 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 nuthin, but I respect ya G
It could be 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 look for the white Peru
I used 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 wanna eat
Have you at 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 won't ever leave
Don't want no problems I just wanna get this cheddar please
I can't get popped, I've been convicted of two felonies
Look I'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughter
I 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, numb
If you don't get it from me you will be dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb,
dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
You'll be coming back in minutes to get 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

Ay yo we work off the hit cuz we don't fuck with the foes
and yea we be sell'n it soft we had enough of it sold
Ay yo we sork off the hit cuz we don't fuck with the foes
yea well we be sell'n it soft we had enough of it sold

Weight it and bring it in, this shit is shipped to me
I never transported nuthin, peep out my history
My house is sit'n plush, my cars is look'n lovely
Police man wanna cuff me, therefore I'm roll'n buckets
Not try'na make it public, don't wanna be the subject
Mama 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 jewels
They children not in school, they gotta lot to prove
I puts my money back into my flip
Some to the side incase them people run up in my shit
Chopper it up all the time with two taped up clips
And if you come fuck'n wit mine, Imma use this bitch
They want me for distribution, from New Orleans to Houston
Someone been run'n their mouth tell'n 'em how much I'm move'n
I'm just try'na put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they ain't ride'n I got to sell this other quarter

[Chorus]

I got my first work, when I was sixteen
And niggaz still not know'n what have'n a brick means
It's not an easy task, might have to beef the last
You don't get caught up out here try'n to save ya peoples ass
Can't have 'em bring it first, if you can't pay 'em what it's worth
You could get murdered for that, he just may let it burst
Smart high walk to earth, it may be enemy turf
Pray I don't get in they way, just let 'em do they dirt
Even though afta the cut, woah my shit is the bomb
That must be that Saudi-Arabian, cuz it ain't Hussien
You ain't got that far to go, ??
Have to spend all ya dough, or you won't leave for sho
They come in menthazine, no cap on it is
Won't be long before ya family know ya on that shit
I'm just try'na put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they ain't ride'n, I need to sell this other quarter

[Chorus]
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