Video y letra de 4 Minutes de Juvenile

4 Minutes es una composicion altamente apreciada. Fue y ha sido interpretada por Juvenile. Figura como una de las mejores obras de Juvenile.

Esta y otra docena de canciones aparecieron en el albumProject English. No sabemos ni que decir del video musical. En cuando al corto musical, no estamos seguros de que sea el correcto.

ft. Hot Boys

[B.G.]
You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh
We drop classics nigga, uh-huh
Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga

Nigga thuggi n, i s i n my blood a nd my genes
All the niggaz I fuck with they bli ng bli ng
But yet it's my block my hood my set nigga
Upt own i s the spot where you get put t o the test nigga
Best be bout unloadi n a Tec nigga
You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga
I run with the killers guerillas a nd the headbusters
I grew up with murderers a nd hustlers you can't trust 'em
I been cut-throati n niggaz fo r a while now
I stay t o tapi n a nd whoopi n ballers who got plots
of birds o r chickens o r ki's o r bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got t o have it, no matter
what, the, situation be
I am bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green
UPT 13 a nd CMB
i s what I represent fo r li fe a nd I am H-O-T nigga

(4, mi nutes, left!)

[Juvenile]
Di s bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep
Di s bitch full of crooks, they hunt fo r the weak
Niggaz comi n home tryi n t o hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up t o a brick
Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz
Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz
They stuck i n li ne, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpi n at Washi ngt on i n Magnolia
They smoki n weed, they slangi n D they selli n ki's
While bitches shaki n they ass i n the middle of the street
You representi n? It better be M-A-G
Or niggaz gon' get mad a nd, never let you leave
A bill mi ne, 6th Street a nd Hadley
Willow Street, Robertson a nd T.C.
It's on fire from the wars they cause
A bunch of igno rant motherfuckers weari n camoflauge

(3, mi nutes, left!)

[Lil Wayne]
Yes, one-seven nigga, look
Niggaz step down t o the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carri ngt on, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy
Prices, cheaper than the average, ki's be
We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What i s that I smell?
No it's n ot but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill, plati num; necklace, plati num
Rolex, plati num; Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we pass 'em; guns, we have 'em
We do n ot flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds
Fo'-fo's, semi-aut omatic calicos
Brrrrrrr! Reload – *tch-chk* explode
Let it be t old, I am from Holly Grove, what?

(2, mi nutes, left!)

[Turk]
Look.. look, look
Plenty got diamonds i n my Rolex
Two karats on my fi nger, ten around my fucki n neck
It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped on my gat
I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that i f you play with me I dress i n black
That's a fact don't make me click up with Karen a nd Brad-Brad(?)
You head your lose that, ai n't no comi n back back, I am telli n you
Play with me your people people gon' be smelli n you
Make me pop a nd throw, six niggaz gon' carry you
People don't have no money they can't bury you
Don't have no i nsurance you be i n the freezer a week o r two
Bought that i nsuri n yourself cousi n
Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousi n
Gun I ama peel it nigga you can run cousi n
Gun click get hit a nd you get stung cousi n, stung cousi n

(I hope you got the message!)

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