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They Lied Songtext
von Juvenile feat. Big Tymers

They Lied Songtext

Hah, ah-ah

I′m pot, and I can't say shit about skillet
If you got a spot open sellin′ bricks, I can fill it
Done mapped it all out, done made some phone calls
We all got big dreams of seein' the project ball (we all)
After all, separation is the downfall (got big dreams, yeah)
Instead of a chain of command, niggas wanna shot call

That overnight money could be lose-your-life money
Everybody want the crooked instead of the right money
And then I ain't no better either, ′cause I lead a
Life of crime if I gotta fight for mine
Look, somebody ain′t leavin' with a stripe this time
Y′all don't want a drunk nigga gettin′ hype with nines
My ex-girl done told me I can't see my children
I hope nobody play with me ′cause I might kill them
Shit, motherfuckers ain't never satisfied
If you think niggas don't have problems (ain′t never satisfied, no), they lied


You niggas think we don′t have problems? (They lied to ya)
You niggas think we ain't with problems? (Look, they lied to ya)
You niggas think we all hoes? (Look, they lied to ya)
Y′all think we dirty in our nose? (Look, they lied to ya)
You niggas think we don't have problems? (Look, they lied to ya)
You niggas think we ain′t with problems? (They done lied to ya)
You niggas think we all hoes? (They done lied to ya)
Y'all think we dirty in our nose? (They done lied to ya)

For sure, woadie
Don′t get me fucked up, 'cause you seen me on a movie
We keep it real hood when we do a fuckin' movie (we on a movie)
You saw us on the video, playin′ with hoes
But you can find me in my ghetto nigga, totin′ a .44 (I'm here in my ghetto)
I′m real with this shit, nigga, we dash on five-0
A big dice game, nigga, fuck them five-0's
I keep the same game, nigga, crack a guerilla ho (I keep the same game)
I play the same thangs (I keep the same game)
But my prices get cheaper though (whoa)


I pull up in the Range Rover 20-inch Momo′s
I been through hard times that nobody know
Slang dimes, crack times, you could believe that, wo'
Comin′ through in the Bentley V-12, you know
Ten a ki' is the price, and we don't love no hoes
Water whip playin′ games slangin′ bad yayo
Jam him up and bust his head while he on that dope
I got a bad feelin' so I needs to go
For sure, you understand? (I gotta go)
Nigga outta line? You better bust his motherfuckin′ head, woadie

You niggas think we don't have problems? (They lied to ya)
You niggas think we ain′t with problems? (Look, they lied to ya)
You niggas think we all hoes? (Look, they lied to ya)
Y'all think we dirty in our nose? (Look, they lied to ya)
You niggas think we don′t have problems? (Look, they lied to ya)
You niggas think we ain't with problems? (They done lied to ya)

I'm the motherfucker killed your boy, and what?
You wanna do somethin′ ′bout it? Bitch nigga, then stand up
I'm not responsible
For all the people that′s gon' get shot (I′m not responsible)
And innocent bystanders
That be up on yo' blocks (I′m a innocent bystander)
Ain't no encyclopedia could teach me the hood (yeah)
How to not give out no credit and distribute the goods
How police gon' hound me, investigate ′round me
Catch me with a firearm, them bitches gon′ down me

And I'm beefin′ with the biggest nigga in the city with work
Ain't no tellin′ who he got workin'
For him in blue shirts (ain′t no tellin' who he got here workin')
If I hurt, then you hurt, you got work? I take yours
I gotta give records durin′ the season like the Lakers
It′s not for fun, I got a gun, you tryna run, I'm poppin′ one
I'm tore up from the floor up, just look at what the block done done
I can′t sleep, 'cause I′m too far in it
I took over this motherfucker 'cause I knew y'all finished

You niggas think we don′t have problems? (They lied to ya)
You niggas think we ain′t with problems? (Look, they lied to ya)
You niggas think we all hoes? (Look, they lied to ya)
Y'all think we dirty in our nose? (Look, they lied to ya)
You niggas think we don′t have problems? (Look, they lied to ya)
You niggas think we ain't with problems? (They done lied to ya)
You niggas think we all hoes? (They done lied to ya)
Y′all think we dirty in our nose? (They done lied to ya)

What? For real, man, I ain't tryin′ to disrespect none of you niggas out here
If you do what you do, do it well
Know what I'm sayin'? I ain′t playa-hatin′, I'm congratulatin′
I'm tryin′ to teach you niggas how to get off o' these streets
And how to accumulate money, so you can be successful
Like the rest of these niggas that are out here that′s on TV
These niggas on MTV, BET, The Box and what have we

All you niggas could be successful
But I want y'all motherfuckers to know we suffer just like y'all
Man, we go through it, we been through it
But I′ll slang iron if I gotta protect mine, believe that (hm-mm)

Hm-mm, hm-mm
Hm-mm, hm-mm (they lied, they lyin′ about-)
Hm-mm (hm-mm), hm-mm
Hm-mm, hm-mm
Hm-mm, hm-mm
Hm-mm, hm-mm

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