Ha (Remix)

[Intro: Jay-Z]

Bounce, bounce, bounce

J-j-j-j-j-Juvenile and Jigga

The remix

[Verse 1: Juvenile]

You at the point of no return, ha

If your daddy get out the way with you

You gon' see that he learn, ha

Life's a bitch, ha

Niggas be fakin but you ain't givin em shit, ha

You stealin the bricks, ha

You got a wife and three kids, ha

But you be fuckin around right in the neighborhood you live, ha

You own a truck, ha

With tv's and cd's rimmed up, ha

Fuckin em up, ha

You won't be stuntin on your cell, ha

Get your partner some money orders and commence to jail, ha

You bout ready to roll a Ga, ha

Some of that dro, ha

You bout to get you some more, ha

You that nigga with all that cheese, ha

You that nigga that whipped that girl and she called the police, ha

You on the stand, ha

You ain't gon cry like a bitch, you gon be a man, ha

Where ever you stand, ha

[Chorus: Juvenile]

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire

Remaining a G until the moment you expire

You know what it is, to make nothing outta something

You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire

Remaining a G until the moment you expire

You know what it is, to make nothing outta something

You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

You done got yourself in some deep shit

Now you stuck in your house, you gotta peep the remix

You can't go out cause they gon leave you in a deep ditch

They hit you with consignment, you decide to keep shit

The only reason you alive cause you read lips

And you drove on the block low in yo' seat an' shit

Seen em mouthin' off, they don't need this shit

Now they sick of you duckin', dodgin', and weavin' and shit

How they call you when you don't return they beeps

Now they ready to kill you and all your peeps

You done fucked around with some wild niggas

You done fucked off the dough of Juvenile and Jigga's

You better get it back, or sleep where the river's at

They send shots through your fitted cap

They got big guns that go brrrrrrrap, brrrrrrrap, brrrrap

Where your niggas at?

[Chorus: Juvenile]

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire

Remaining a G until the moment you expire

You know what it is, to make nothing outta something

You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire

Remaining a G until the moment you expire

You know what it is, to make nothing outta something

You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering

[Verse 3: Juvenile]

You gotta get up off your ass, ha

And make the cash, ha

And stay away from them bags, ha

Two and two done come together, ha

Juvi and Jigga, ha

Straight up guerrillas, ha

That nigga Mannie Fresh a fool, ha

He be brangin' it to the bitches on every song he do, ha

My fuckin' album going plat, ha

You bought the tape, ha

Tell 'em ain't none of it fake, ha

You got a shipment coming in, ha

During the week, ha

Got a little something for me, ha

You boy and them be drawin' heat, ha

But that's your whodie so you gotta find you someone to creep, ha

Nigga tired of livin' fast, ha

Your boy hit the stash, ha

Now you wanna go bust his ass, ha

You keep it real, ha

You don't fuck with no nigga but you will kill, ha

You know how it feel, ha

[Chorus: Juvenile]

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire

Remaining a G until the moment you expire

You know what it is, to make nothing outta something

You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire

Remaining a G until the moment you expire

You know what it is, to make nothing outta something

You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering