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June Luva
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Shame on a Nigga
[June Luva]
Yo, I'm on my job like the bombing squad, vest forgets
Soaking the block for clowns, when I'm searching for cats
And all disrespect from niggas, get it straight to they caps
It's either down or get chopped wit an ax, you want the facts?
Well here it is, I'm representing streets til I die
And it hurts my grandmama so much, she wanna cry
And one point, I used to be the apple of her eye
Til she caught me bust a tech in the sky, who am I?
Jux, J-U-X, the baddest nigga around
Deep on your block, jump out and start patting niggas down
Rent's due, and when you cocksuckers is lay wit mines
Penalties add up to five hundred in fines
Whoa, the industry ain't never seen nothing like me
Cuz truthfully, ya'll cats don't excite me
You so boring, whoring, jump from different clicks while I rep one
Broadstreet killas til my death come
Oh yes, I'm formerly one of them G.P. niggas
Not from P.A., but cock 'major figures'
Stop me niggas? Go head and take ya best shot
Before you cock back and aim, hear my lead pop, drop
[Chorus: June Luva]
Shame on a nuh, who tries to run game on a nuh
Chk-what-blaow, with my trigger
Shame on a nuh, who tries to run game on a nuh
Chk-what-blaow, with my trigger
Shame on a nigga, who tries to run game on a nigga
Chk-what-blaow, with my trigger
Shame on a nuh, who tries to run game on a nuh...
[June Luva]
Yo, why you screaming muthafucka? You don't scare me, hell no
I was raised in the streets, I'm trying to tell ya'll
And any nigga wit beef, I make a cell call
Disappear from the set, return to hear it all
That nigga got his brains splattered up against the wall
If the shooter gets caught, I'mma stand and take the fall
So what, goddammit, what, nigga, what
I'm a hundred miles and gunning, this nigga don't give a fuck
Come on, ride wit a nigga, walk through the streets wit me
My house, my car, what else can the streets give me
Mega respect, keep my hand on my tech
Screaming die cock suckers, as I'm claiming my set
Debo my way through like the block's most hated
I sell what I wanna sell, your gate, I will take it
Get you a sixteen, I know you won't make it
Have you at the hospital table all naked and shit
[Chorus]
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