Shame

de Juicy J

Yeah, yeah
Watch me roll my weed up, then I throw my feet up
Yeah, I ball like Jeter
Life go fast like cheetah
Life be short like Martin
Yeah, that's word to Gina
My bitch bad as fuck
Yo' bitch, she look all beat up
Watch me roll my weed up, then I throw my feet up
Yeah, I ball like Jeter
Life go fast like cheetah
Life be short like Martin
Yeah, that's word to Gina
My bitch bad as fuck
Yo' bitch, she look all beat up

Energized, feelin' energized
I just copped my shit out the lot, my shit
Yo' shit look unapprised, I can't even line
9-5, that shit just wasn't cut out for me
Shoutout my homies, look out for me
Know I stay facin' a blunt to the head
On a PlayStation, it's just me and my homies, just me and my squad
These niggas don't want it in COD
These niggas don't want it IRL
Fuck is you sayin'? You think that I'm playin'? You think that I'm fuckin' with you?
Bitch-made, we ain't runnin' with you
Don't talk about it, we just come and get you
Never heard it, watch that bullet hit you, in the game, of course
Yo' shit look warm, I'm bringin' the force
Killin' 'em with no remorse

Watch me roll my weed up, then I throw my feet up
Yeah, I ball like Jeter
Life go fast like cheetah
Life be short like Martin
Yeah, that's word to Gina
My bitch bad as fuck
Yo' bitch, she look all beat up
Watch me roll my weed up, then I throw my feet up
Yeah, I ball like Jeter
Life go fast like cheetah
Life be short like Martin
Yeah, that's word to Gina
My bitch bad as fuck
Yo' bitch, she look all beat up

Yeah, it's a shame, nigga be ready to snitch before they step foot in a cell (damn)
It's a shame that you keep them from they daddy, you bogus as hell
It's a shame, don't know who the opps, not that you can't even tell
She do her, but she won't get a shot, she rather get a Chanel
It's a shame, nigga be ready to snitch before they step foot in a cell
It's a shame that you keep them from they daddy, you bogus as hell
It's a shame, don't know who the opps, not that you can't even tell
She do her, but she won't get a shot, she rather get a Chanel
Yeah, out here making a sale (sale)
Got caught, now you ready to tell (damn, tell)
Obviously he not yo' brother, you finna send him to jail (figured)
You hatin', I'm wishin' you well
They really want you to fail (yup)
If you don't take care of yo' kids, you goin' to hell (hell)
It's a shame if it's another man raisin' yo' daughter, bruh, you gotta chill
It's a shame what that switch can do, I pray for whoever get nailed
It's a shame that that bitch can't take no dick, 'cause she thick as hell
It's a shame how much muh' fuckin' smoke that my lungs inhaled