ha (jay-z remix) lyrics – juvenile

bounce, bounce, bounce
j-j-j-j-j-juvenile and jigga
the remix

you at the point of no return, ha
if your daddy get out the way with you,
you gon to let him learn, ha
life’s a b*tch, ha
n*gg*s be fakin but you ain’t givin em sh*t, ha
you stealin the bricks, ha
you got a wife and three kids, ha
but you be f*ckin around right in the neighborhood you live, ha
you own a truck, ha
with tv’s and cd’s rimmed up, ha
f*ckin em up, ha
you won’t be stuntin on your cell, ha
get your partner some money orders and commence to jail, ha
you bout ready to roll a draw, ha
some of that drove, ha
you bout to get you some more, ha
you that n*gg* with all that cheese, ha
you that n*gg* that whipped that girl and she called the police, ha
you understand, ha
you ain’t gon cry like a b*tch, you gon be a man, ha
where ever you stand, ha

[chorus x 2]
you a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
remaining a g until the moment you expire
you know what it is, to make nothing outta something
you handle your biz and don’t be crying and suffering

you done got yourself in some deep sh*t
now you stuck in your house, you gotta peep the remix
you can’t go out cuz they gon leave you in a deep ditch
and hit you with the sign if you decide to keep sh*t
the only reason you alive cuz you read lips
and you drove on the block low in yo’ seat an’ sh*t
seen em mouthin off, they don’t need this sh*t
now they sick of you duckin, dodgin, and weavin and sh*t
how they call you when you don’t return they beeps
now they ready to kill you and all your peeps
you done f*cked around with some wild n*gg*s
you done f*cked off the dough and juvenile and jigga’s
you better get it back, or sleep where the river’s at
they send shots through your fifty cap
they got big guns that go brrrrrrrap, brrrrrrrap, brrrrap
where your n*gg*s at?

[chorus x 2]

you gotta get up off your *ss, ha
and make the cash, ha
and stay away from them bags, ha
two and two done come together, ha
juvi and jigga, ha
straight up guerrillas, ha
that n*gg* manny fresh a fool, ha
he be playin it to the b*tches on every song he do, ha
my f*ckin alb*m going plat, ha
you bought the tape, ha
tell em ain’t none of it fake, ha
you got a shipment coming in, ha
during the week, ha
got a little something for me, ha
you boy and them be drawin heat, ha
but that’s your wootie so you gotta find you someone to creep, ha
n*gg* tired of livin fast, ha
your boy hit the stash, ha
now you wanna go bust his *ss, ha
you keep it real, ha
you don’t f*ck with no n*gg* but you will kill, ha
you know how it feel, ha

[chorus x 2]

/ juvenile lyrics