Lyrics:

[Verse 1: (Juvenile)]
hey you want score a key, no you want score a ounce
I ain't gone show you shit, make sure you got da right amount
boy I can't front you nottin but I respect ya G
it could be fatal, if i let niggas get next to me
the junkers like my coke, Doctors and laywers too
they in and out here all day, looking for the right Peru
I use to do it too but i had to let it go
I can't get loaded I'm lil woodie that suply tha coke
my shit'll have you were you dont even much wanna eat
have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets
been in rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me
you gon' relaspe indeed, probably won't ever leave
don't wan't no problems, I just wanna get this cheddar please
I can't get popped, I've been convicted for two felonies
look i'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they aint ridin I need to sell this other quarter


[Chorous: (Juvenile)]
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 commin back in minutes, to get
some some some some
some some some some
some some some some
dam juvie where you get that
from from from from
from from from from
from from from from

They don't work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes
they be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold
and we work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes
we don't be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold



[Verse 2: (Juvenile)]
yo we did'nt bring it in this shit is shipped to me
i never transported nothin peep out my history
my house is sittin plush my cars is lookin lovely
police man wanna cuff me therefore i'm rollin buckets
not trying to make it public don't wanna be tha subject
mamma told me don't spend no money, boy stay in your budget
i seen a lot a fools goin buyin alot of shoes
they children not in school they got a lot to prove
i puts my money back up in to my flip
some to tha side in case dem people run up in shit
chopper up all a tha time with two tapped up clips
and if come fuckin with mine i'm a use this bitch
they, want me for distribution from New Orleans to Houston
someone been runnin them mouth, telling em how much i'm movin
i'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughter
i hope they aint rotten
I hope they aint ridin I need to sell this other quarter

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: (Juvenile)]
i got my first work when i was sixteen
and niggas still not knowing what happen to brick leans
its not a easy task might have to beef tha last
you don't get caugth up out here trying to save ya people ass
can't have em bring it first if you can't pay em what its worth
you could get murder for that he just may let it burst'
smart high how i walk that earth it may be enemy turf
pray i don't get it they way just let em do they dirt
do you know after they cut whoa my shit is da bomb
that must be that Saudi Arabian said aint Hussien
but you aint got that far to go ride the town down the cove
have to spend all ya dough or you want leave fa sho
they come in menthazine no caps on it is
want be that long before ya family know you on that shit
look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter


[chorus repeat to end]