Juvenile, Big Tymers - They Lied lyrics

I'm pot, and I can't say shit about skillet
If you got a spot movin sellin
Bricks I can feel it done mapped it all out
Done made some phone calls
We all got big dreams of
Seein the project ball
After all, seperation is the downfall
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 - 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

Fa sho' wodie don't get me fucked up
Cause you seen me on a movie
We keep it real hood when
We do a fuckin movie
You saw us on the video, playin with hoes
But you can find me in my ghetto nigga
Totin a fo'-fo'
I'm real with this shit nigga
We dash on five oh
A big dice game nigga fuck them five oh's
I keep the same game nigga
Crack a guerilla ho
I play the same thangs but
My prices get cheaper though
I pull up in the Range
Rover twenty inch mo-mo'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 y'know
Ten a ki is the price and
We don't love no hoes
Water whip playin games slangin bad ya yo
Jam him up and bust his head
While he on that dope
I got a bad feelin so I needs to go
Fa sho' - you understand? Nigga outta line?
You better bust his motherfuckin head wodie


I'm the motherfucker killed your boy
And what? You gon' do somethin bout it?
Bitch nigga then stand up
I'm not responsible for all the
People that's gon' bitch out
And innocent bystanders
That be up on yo' blocks
Ain't no encyclopedia could teach me the hood
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
If I hurt, then you hurt
You got work? I take yours
I gotta records durin the
Season like the Lakers
It's not for fun I got a gun
You try to run I'm poppin one
I'm to' up from the flo' 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

F'real man I ain't tryin to disrespect
None of you niggas out chea
If you do what you do, do it well
KnowhatI'msayin? I ain't playa
Hatin I'm congratulatin
I'm tryin to teach you niggas how
To get offa these streets
And how to accumulate money
So you can be successful
Like the rest of these niggas
That are out chea, 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