The Reunion Lyrics – Juvenile | Boiling Point

Read the full The Reunion lyrics by Juvenile from the album Boiling Point along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Juvenile like Hot of The Hottest and Meph Town.

[Intro: Birdman]
Plaques on the wall, boy

[Verse 1: Birdman]
’87, n!gga, when I flipped my whole brick, huh
B!tch, I kept it real, stayed away from ho s*it, huh (Ho s*it)
’91, n!gga, now I’m heading to the beach house (Beach house)
N!gga know it’s gangster s*it every time I speak out
Lil’ mama know the rules, we gon’ give ’em the blues (Give ’em the blues)
I told the ho the business, she respecting the move
Back in my ‘Lac and we put him on shoes quick
We don’t respеct the game, you know we brеaking the rules, b!tch

Pickup at 11, concert at 11
Chopping at them n!ggas with that AK-47, ah
Pickup at 11, concert at 11
Chopping at them n!ggas with that AK-47, ah

[Chorus: Juvenile & B.G.]
And, man, I came up from the bottom
N!ggas from my hood don’t wanna see me blow
Now they watching me like it’s a problem
They wish they was on fire like the weed I smoke (Hold up, look)

[Verse 2: B.G.]
Pop at n!ggas for nothing (Nothing), pop at n!ggas for tripping (Tripping)
Pop at n!ggas for running ’round this b!tch acting like b!tches (Pu*sy)
I be standing on business (Business), I be riding with switches (Switches)
Thugging is how I’m living (Living), in and out of the prison, yeah
I’m the heart of the streets (Streets), in and out of the trenches (Trenches)
I’m a Hot Boy ’til I die, know that’s a given
Last n!gga played with my name, he still missing (Still)
I love to see the face on the t-shirt with the picture (Face, yeah)
I’m tied with the mob (Mob), I’m tied with them guys (Guys)
You know what I’m talking ’bout, that fu*king dollar sign, yeah
Play with us, we coming like the fu*king Taliban (‘Ban)
It’s just a n!gga rattle-tattle-tattle-tattle, man, yeah

[Chorus: Juvenile]
And, man, I came up from the bottom
N!ggas from my hood don’t wanna see me blow
Now they watching me like it’s a problem
They wish they was on fire like the weed I smoke

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Y’all was happy to see me go ’cause that’s when everybody start eating
That’s when everybody start cooking up, but nobody had no seasoning
Can’t nobody make no real money, you was lucky if you broke even
I’m back now and I’m full-fledged with it, now y’all can start leaving
And now y’all can stop breathing ’cause my team about to go demon
Me, Birdman, B.G, Turk, Mannie Fresh and the one they call Weezy
If you’re family and you’re smoking weed with my opps, n!gga, that’s treason
Tryna take me out of my comfort zone, I’ma ring you out of my region
Got a water jug on my neck and wrist, that’s Fiji and artesian
Dressed up in high fashion, n!gga, like Coach Steve Sarkisian
My grandmother say, “Grandson, what I’ma do with y’all heathens?”
I say, “Grandma, s*it, I don’t know, you better deep-freeze my semen,” uh

[Chorus: Juvenile]
And, man, I came up from the bottom
N!ggas from my hood don’t wanna see me blow
Now they watching me like it’s a problem
They wish they was on fire like the weed I smoke