[Verse 1: (Juvenile)]
hey you want score a key, no you want score a ounce
I ain't gone show you shit, make sure you got da right amount
boy I can't front you nottin but I respect ya G
it could be fatal, if i let niggas get next to me
the junkers like my coke, Doctors and laywers too
they in and out here all day, looking for the right Peru
I use to do it too but i had to let it go
I can't get loaded I'm lil woodie that suply tha coke
my shit'll have you were you dont even much wanna eat
have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets
been in rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me
you gon' relaspe indeed, probably won't ever leave
don't wan't no problems, I just wanna get this cheddar please
I can't get popped, I've been convicted for two felonies
look i'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they aint ridin I need to sell this other quarter


[Chorous: (Juvenile)]
if you score some coke from me, you will be
numb numb numb numb
numb numb numb numb
numb numb numb numb
if you don't get it from me, you will be
dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb
you'll be commin back in minutes, to get
some some some some
some some some some
some some some some