B.G. & Juvenile – Lost Lives Lyrics

 B.G. & Juvenile – Lost Lives Lyrics

[Chorus: B.G.]

It's a lot of lost lives

You don't wanna be in that jungle when it's war time

Flag on the plate, God jumping all sides

In New Orleans, know a nigga push a hard line

End up on that dawg side

It's a lot of lost lives

You don't wanna be in that jungle when it's war time

Flag on the plate, God jumping all sides

In New Orleans, know a nigga push a hard line

End up on that dawg side

[Verse 1: B.G.]

2024, I'm still [?] soldier [?]

Kept my fly down, [?] soldier [?]

In Chopper City, nigga, it ain't no safe space

That 40 cool, but everybody got an AK

[?] every day, you know your block on fire, better vaycay

You hit my man, I hit two of your's to save face

My other homie took the case, load up his [?]

Make sure my niggas straight

I done round my shooters up, we 'bout to come again

We let it cool off for a week, but now it's on again

You know what's happening when you see that black truck again

They done pissed Gizzle off, and I don't give a fuck again

[Chorus: B.G.]

It's a lot of lost lives

You don't wanna be in that jungle when it's war time

Flag on the plate, God jumping all sides

In New Orleans, know a nigga push a hard line

End up on that dawg side

It's a lot of lost lives

You don't wanna be in that jungle when it's war time

Flag on the plate, God jumping all sides

In New Orleans, know a nigga push a hard line

End up on that dawg side

[Verse 2: B.G.]

Real nigga run the clock, niggas part time

Chopper City til I die, that's where my heart lies

Snatch a nigga waterboard, and it's a war crime

Then send his bitch the emojies with the heart eyes

Used to run through that Nolia, on the short side

[?] shark ties

Ghetto pass worldwide, never lost mine

Niggas stepping on the net, I'm stepping offline

I'ma die a real nigga, never cross sides

My bitch and daughter only ones see my soft side

[?] murder weapon, I'ma toss mine

[?] bitch [?] mine

[Chorus: B.G.]

It's a lot of lost lives

You don't wanna be in that jungle when it's war time

Flag on the plate, God jumping all sides

In New Orleans, know a nigga push a hard line

End up on that dawg side

It's a lot of lost lives

You don't wanna be in that jungle when it's war time

Flag on the plate, God jumping all sides

In New Orleans, know a nigga push a hard line

End up on that dawg side

[Verse 3: Juvenile]

Oo

Riding round in the dark

I be downtown with my fam, but they knew uptown as my heart

And disrespecting these niggas sets and go and visit, that is not smart

You gon' take a picture for the 'Gram? Fool, you gon' fuck around and get caught

It's an art, and I ain't talking about drawing, I'm talking about waring

These niggas be reaching, niggas keep reaching, bitch, I'm not going

Ain't no running away from me, 'cause I'll chase you down to my truck, you heard me?

Horses under my hood [?], this bitch running like Kentucky Derby

Skrt, uptown, we'll put your face on a shirt

Get murked, for frog assing and talking about you got work

Coke and syrup, got them goons atya with lil uzis like Vert

It was the murder capitol when they locked you up, and you just come home, it got worse

Oo