Ay you wan' score ki, no you wan'score an ounce
  I ain't gon' show you shit, make sure you got the right amount
  boy I can't front you nuttin but I respect ya G
  it could get fatal if I let niggaz get next to me
  the junkies like my coke, Doctors, and Lawyers too
  they in, and out here all day lookin 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' wodie that supply the coke
  my shit'll have you where you don't 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' relapse indeed, probably want ever leave
  don't want 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 tryna put some clothes on my daughter
  I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter
  
  [Chorus]
  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, dumb, dumb
  you'll be comin back in minutes to get
  some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some
  damn Juvie where you get that
  from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from
  
  [Verse 2: Juvenile]
  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
  weigh it and 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 men wanna cuff me therefore I'm rollin buckets
  not tryna make it public don't wanna be the subject
  mama tunin it don't spend ya money boy stay in ya budget
  I seen alot of fools goin buyin alot of shoes
  they children not in school they gotta lot to prove
  I puts my money back up in my flip
  some to the side incase them people run up in my shit
  chopper up all the time with two taped up clips
  and if you come fuckin with mine I'm a use this bitch
  they want me for distrubution from New Orleans to Houston
  someone been runnin there mouth tellin e'm how much I'm movin
  I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter
  I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 3: Juvenile]
  I got my first work when I was sixteen
  and niggaz still not knowin what happened to brick leans
  it's not an easy task might have to beat the last
  you gon' get caught up out here tryna save ya people ass
  can't have e'm bring it first if you can't pay e'm its worth
  you could get murdered for that he just may let it burst
  smart high walk to earth, and maybe enemy turf
  pray I don't get in they way just let e'm do they dirt
  and I know after the cut woah my shit is the bomb
  that must be the Saudi-Arabia cause it ain't Hussien
  you ain't got that Florida dope, (??) coke
  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