In Here lyrics

by

Juvenile


[Chorus - repeat 2X]
I'm the drunkest (what)
Highest (what)
Crunkest (what)
Toughest (what)
Buckest (what)
Roughest (what)
Motherf*cker in here
The rawest (what)
Hardest (what)
Wildest (what)
Smartest (what)
Coldest (what)
Tightest (what)
Motherf*cker in here

[Verse 1]
You can step the f*ck up off of me (b*tch)
I done already told ya you ain't stoppin me (b*tch)
Wit killers from the camp that got the back of me (b*tch)
You shoulda known I was part of the family (b*tch)
Before I'm bout to rock the f*ckin industry (b*tch)
And plus I'm representin Memphis Tennesee (b*tch)
And I ain't givin up until I'm seven feet (b*tch)
Yes I said seven thats one foot deeper see (b*tch)
Yall really do not know wats about to approach (b*tch)
I'll kill ya quicker then a some raid could kill a roach (b*tch)
I'm rawer then your di*k when it rub against the panties (b*tch)
Could give a f*ck if I don't ever see a grammy (b*tch)
I'm gone keep rockin only what I know and see (b*tch)
And what I see I write it down and then begin to speak (b*tch)
You have no f*ckin reason to be hatin me(b*tch)
But I guess aggrevation just come wit being me (b*tch)
[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I wake up early twist the blunt up (b*tch)
Stumblin from the night before still f*cked up (b*tch)
Couldn't tell ya wat I did in the last 24 (b*tch)
Weed, xanex and syrup yea I'm on the floor (b*tch)
But don't think that won't stop your jaw from gettin broke (b*tch)
I got a bunch of killers that be on the f*ckin scope (b*tch)
And plus my killers came wit four-fours aimed at your throat (b*tch)
You ain't got no time to run and you already know (b*tch)
Your heart took a pause when Wyte walked in the door (b*tch)
Your hoes pus*y got moist when I began to flow (b*tch)
And know the subject matter in hands I come wit mo (b*tch)
The louder I spit my style the crowd will larger grow (b*tch)
The bigger the crowd gets the more the money flows (b*tch)
The bigger pockets I'm rockin gon make me give ya mo (b*tch)
I got a destination in life and know thats for sho (b*tch)
Infactuated wit music, good drugs and f*ckin hoes (b*tch)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
The name is Lil Wyte and I'ma set it straight (b*tch)
You f*ckin wit me you f*ckin wit the bay (b*tch)
Crucial consequences repeat what you say (b*tch)
Molded myslef now how could you have made (b*tch)
Left it all bloody when I stepped off the stage (b*tch)
Murdered the mic and then went out on a rage (b*tch)
Slicin' n dicin' these rappers heads wit blades (b*tch)
Your musics amusing but I am not amazed (b*tch)
My skill had been sheltered almost like I been caged (b*tch)
I been skipped over once and turned to another page (b*tch)
Like these other dummies that got dropped off of this label (b*tch)
I'm not gon let this money have me snortin off the table (b*tch)
But I'm gon make it snappy for approval if I'm able (b*tch)
This here is not a lie, a story, a fib or even a fable (b*tch)
With HCP and Lil Wyte a perfect combination (b*tch)
The crunkest, wildest, toughest motherf*ckers in the nation (b*tch)
[Chorus]
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