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Mobb Deep Juvenile Hell

to myself, if they do, I'm flippin' the script Settin' it off, yo, put 'em in a dopefiend And cut 'em up like protein The Lord of criminal juvenile crimes

Uhh, yeah how we hit it? Check it out Shorty don't front, you better act like you're widdit Frontin' like you never did it, bitch admit it Matter fact

name Little shorty insane, so feel the pain And the wrath of the five foot murder I'm goin' out, baby, Uzi style Catchin' bodies like I hit skins The hostile juvenile

catchin' bodies in the project hallways Project hallways, the project hallways Project hallways, the project hallways Step in to my highrise hell You

They got me locked in Spofford, the li'l juvenile criminal Two kids approach to put blades to my throat They like my coat and ask me what I'm gonna do

Uhh, yeah How we hit it? Check it out Shorty don't front, you better act like you're widdit Frontin like you never did it, bitch admit it Matter fact

my name Little shorty insane, so feel the pain and the wrath of the five foot murder I'm goin out baby uzi, style Catchin bodies like I hit skins The hostile juvenile

catchin bodies in the project hallways Project hallways, the project hallways.. Project hallways, the project hallways.. Step in to my highrise hell

</a> Follow the crowd or be a leader, take your pick Now I'm smokin buddha philly blunt style A frustrated and confused young juvenile King of