Juvenile - How's it go

Lil Wayne: I ain't terrified from nuthin' I'm young wild crazy and disgustin' Better watch me cuz I'm coming With a oven by my stomach I'm scramblin' for the money poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad Call ya people and tell 'em poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin' poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad Lovin, lyin' and lustin' Stealin' killin' and rapin Runnin' climbin and chasin Strugglin hustin' to make Get it got it I take it Watch ya Chevy mister Move ya purse miss poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad And man they burst quick It's too late to hesitate I was told there'd be better days poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad And still I haven't ate But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad Can't hide it though I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove That's my G-code Chorus (Lil Wayne): Now put ya box in the mud Get ya glocks in ya gloves poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad We gon' live by that Make the snitches catch a cut Soldier pistol nigga what Hit the block and open up We gon' die by that (repeat) Juvenile: We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls Foreign properties and pack some menthals poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad Got jammed with this broad that rent cars poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad Jack niggas to get some cheap linen The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad Police drew causes and tried to cross lines We stuck to the code we lived and died by it Chorus Juvenile: If war ever came we held the fort down poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad Stayed on point to make some more green Get our stash away from dope fiends Nigga had a habit he supplied his own poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad We kept a little work for the ki's and bones Crowds draw heat so we be's alone poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad Them other motherfuckers fall off the block poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad poopy pants kept comin' so we made more fetti Police drew causes and tried to cross lines poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad Chorus x 2