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from Juvenile - Solja Rags (2001)
(feat. Magnolia Shorty & Big Tymers)
First Verse [Juvenile]: You gone take them 5? Or you gone take them to the trial? And go get denied? By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry That alibi ain't gone work, Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt? Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four, Then you can go in them hallways and smoke that fire all day Shhhh....be quiet, Tonight is the night that we ride, Thirty camoflauge hummers with niggas inside With choppers, doin', surgery on bodies like head doctors Be quiet, cuz they mad tonight, we gone act a ass tonight, I'ma take a body to that project for a sacrifice, That Calliope got that dope for less, Fuck around that bitch if you want, and get left, Brains hangin' off the steps, people cryin', Second line, T-shirtin', feet hurtin' from all of that twerkin' Chorus [???]: Calliope thug 3rd Ward Solja Melphanine thug 3rd Ward Solja P-S-E thugs 3rd Ward Solja Wild Magnolia 3rd Ward Solja Second Verse [Juvenile]: I'm an optimal smokin', chopper totin', Bustin' caps wide open, Top of line coatin', reebok sportin', Expedition corner spender, Big fine woman bender, put the weight in the blender Got big bags by rillas, Shiesty like a splinter, and empty out the braids in the center, U.P.T. fader remember, Follow me, follow me, Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys... Run up on the 3 and you will get stopped boy Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys... Run up on the 3 and you will get stopped boy Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys... Run up on P-S-E and you will get stopped boy Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys... Run up on the third and you will get stopped boy Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys... Run up on the U and you will get stopped boy Chorus Third Verse [Manny Fresh & Magnolia Shorty] [Manny Fresh] I'm from the seventh ward, and I believe in God, I drive seven thirty-five's and I love these broads I wear Girbaud jeans, and I bought my green, Camoflauge over our eyes that's how we do these things, I run with Juvenile, that nigga so wild, Get buck like the fuck I'm glad I use Dial, Now who the fuck I are? I'm a superstar Ca$h Money rules everything around me bruh [Magnolia Shorty] Shop on that Ramp, shop in the Lio and Josephine, Shop in that Nolia, that Valence Street and P-S-E, They got some Hot Boys that represent that U.P.T., And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees Shop on that Ramp, shop in that Lio and Josephine, Shop in that Nolia, that Valence Street and P-S-E, That got some Hot Boys that represent that U.P.T., And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees Chorus [Crowd of people] Gert-Town, Downtown, and Holly Grove can't fuck with the Melph and the Calio I told ya, I told ya, them boys don't want beef with the Nolia, And I warned ya, and I warned ya, Can't fuck with that 10th ward St. Thomas, And on the V.L., and on the V.L., can't fuck with them boys on V.L. Apple and Eagle so real they come, that's the only real niggas in Carrollton, Gert-Town, Downtown and Holly Grove can't fuck with the Melph and the Calio I told ya, I told ya, them boys don't want beef with that Nolia, And I warned ya, and I warned ya, Can't fuck with that 10th Ward St. Thomas 3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio 3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio 3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio 3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio [Juvenile] Lights on, mask on creep silent, Lights gone, we done left your block quiet, Lights on, mask on creep silent, Lights gone, we done left your block quiet, What you niggas know about them 3rd Ward thugs? What you niggas know about them Holly Grove? What you niggas know about them Hot Boy thugs? What you niggas know about CMR thugs? Ahhh, you bitch you |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
(Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez
Verse 1: Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap Ya seen that 98 mercedes on TV, I bought dat I had some felony charges, I fought dat Been sent to no return but still was bought back Nigga threw some slangs at me wardie, I caught dat I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat If I aint a hotboy then what do you call that Nigga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all dat Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on Ride top down so we let the trucks pause In the jeep ridin' four deep I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me [Chorus] (Robotic Voice) You don't want to fuck wit me Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz (repeat 2x) Verse 2 Bitch what, I'll bust ya ass up Don't even go there wardie, cuz I'm ready to mass up I heard about the money thats some nice change For the right price I'll bust the right range Hard as a nigga try I can't do the right thing Only God knows what the future might bring Nigga might be shy, nigga might be triffling Nigga might survive if he buy that riffling With something that'll stop a nigga from playin' Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand Boy look, nigga don't play no games no mo Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe Attitude adjustments, do ya'll need? Don't call the enforcements, nigga call me I bet cha I'll get them niggas off yo block I bet cha I'll show them niggas this boy hot (Chorus) Alright stop, cuz I done had enough When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust Baby let me get the keys to the rover truck Man let me get this beef shit over brah Aint no bitches here, I'm from the 'nolia brah Bust ya beefs head, cuz it was told to us How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown The G code what we live by and we die by The book is what we will never abide by Niggas drive by, gettin loose Beef'n with each other like a checker board in use Up in compton or the watts, nigga Up in New York ya keep'em open, watch nigga Foe ya played by a hit or retalion or a fine young black females stallion Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion You far away from ya home you's a alien (Chorus) |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
[Lil' Wayne]
What This.. this here's real, nigga It's real, nigga Too real Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga Look, look This one here's on tha up, dog For all my people with bad luck, dog Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog See, this from shorty on tha real I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill If I got it ta spend, then I got it ta kill But listen, man.. I know ya see tha ice glistenin', man I know it make you wanna go get it bad But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna 'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me But I betcha can't name one nigga like me That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga And teach, my nigga If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga (Chorus 2x [Juvenile]) They got a million and one things that you could be doin' Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit it [Juvenile] Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?! I know you could do better than that, and deserve more Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84 All tha hoes use ta jock ya Niggas use ta knock ya Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky Lips all ashy, eyes popped out Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday I can't please everybody, but I love my folks If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke (Chorus 2x) [Turk] Look... look.. look Where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps Some of my rounds doin' bad.. can't even much eat Everytime I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo' I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo' Niggas want me ta help 'em.. ain't helpin' theyself You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself Ain't no love loss... I just gotta stay my distance Gotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin' Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga (Chorus 2x) [B.G.] Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse My niggas still my niggas... got love for 'em all I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla On the reala... if I could do it, then you could Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga Do yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my nigga And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga (Chorus 4x) [Juvenile talking] Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man I mean everytime we come through, man, I do somethin' for my people, man I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin' I try ta do things for tha football team Try ta take care of my people Try ta show them how ta help theyself 'Cause they got a lot of problems |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(feat. Brian McKnight)
[Juvenile] This is brought to you courtesy of Brian McKnight [Brian McKnight] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Yes you are, baby I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Well well well This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Mmm mmm mmmm I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Go on and tell 'em about it J, tell 'em about it J [Juvenile] Now when we first met I told you, it was a you thang, and it's a me thang Whatever's goin on in your life I don't have nuttin to do with that You go ahead on and do what you do, y'knahmsayin? And whatever's goin on in my life I'ma let that happen the way it's been happenin Don't change what's goin on, y'knahmsayin? And when we fuck, that ain't got nuttin to do with the rest of the world You don't call me, I ain't gon' call you When we hook up, we just hook up, but OH NO You wan' take it all out of context, and you know what this really is You know what the situation is, why you doin that? [Chorus: Brian McKnight w/ ad libs] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart [Juvenile] Now here we go again You're scratchin up my car, you're bustin up all my windows You're callin my house, callin my cell phone I shouldn'ta never gave you my number anyway But I thought you was my friend! I thought me and you was bigger than that, y'knahmsayin? But you done lost all that You might as well just lose my number and lose conversation from me, y'knahmsayin? When you see me in public, don't say nuttin to me no mo' Cause you tryin to wreck my life And you know I got a lot goin on in my life right now I got responsibilities, you understand? [Chorus] [Juvenile] So what you got my name tattooed on yo' body? I ain't tell you to go do that! You watchin MTV and BET, that's what you want You got a lil' piece of that and you don't know how to act You goin crazy! You better get your mind together because you know what this is [Chorus - repeat to fade] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(feat. Brian McKnight)
[Juvenile] This is brought to you courtesy of Brian McKnight [Brian McKnight] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Yes you are, baby I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Well well well This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Mmm mmm mmmm I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Go on and tell 'em about it J, tell 'em about it J [Juvenile] Now when we first met I told you, it was a you thang, and it's a me thang Whatever's goin on in your life I don't have nuttin to do with that You go ahead on and do what you do, y'knahmsayin? And whatever's goin on in my life I'ma let that happen the way it's been happenin Don't change what's goin on, y'knahmsayin? And when we fuck, that ain't got nuttin to do with the rest of the world You don't call me, I ain't gon' call you When we hook up, we just hook up, but OH NO You wan' take it all out of context, and you know what this really is You know what the situation is, why you doin that? [Chorus: Brian McKnight w/ ad libs] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart [Juvenile] Now here we go again You're scratchin up my car, you're bustin up all my windows You're callin my house, callin my cell phone I shouldn'ta never gave you my number anyway But I thought you was my friend! I thought me and you was bigger than that, y'knahmsayin? But you done lost all that You might as well just lose my number and lose conversation from me, y'knahmsayin? When you see me in public, don't say nuttin to me no mo' Cause you tryin to wreck my life And you know I got a lot goin on in my life right now I got responsibilities, you understand? [Chorus] [Juvenile] So what you got my name tattooed on yo' body? I ain't tell you to go do that! You watchin MTV and BET, that's what you want You got a lil' piece of that and you don't know how to act You goin crazy! You better get your mind together because you know what this is [Chorus - repeat to fade] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(feat. Brian McKnight)
[Juvenile] This is brought to you courtesy of Brian McKnight [Brian McKnight] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Yes you are, baby I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Well well well This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Mmm mmm mmmm I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Go on and tell 'em about it J, tell 'em about it J [Juvenile] Now when we first met I told you, it was a you thang, and it's a me thang Whatever's goin on in your life I don't have nuttin to do with that You go ahead on and do what you do, y'knahmsayin? And whatever's goin on in my life I'ma let that happen the way it's been happenin Don't change what's goin on, y'knahmsayin? And when we fuck, that ain't got nuttin to do with the rest of the world You don't call me, I ain't gon' call you When we hook up, we just hook up, but OH NO You wan' take it all out of context, and you know what this really is You know what the situation is, why you doin that? [Chorus: Brian McKnight w/ ad libs] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart [Juvenile] Now here we go again You're scratchin up my car, you're bustin up all my windows You're callin my house, callin my cell phone I shouldn'ta never gave you my number anyway But I thought you was my friend! I thought me and you was bigger than that, y'knahmsayin? But you done lost all that You might as well just lose my number and lose conversation from me, y'knahmsayin? When you see me in public, don't say nuttin to me no mo' Cause you tryin to wreck my life And you know I got a lot goin on in my life right now I got responsibilities, you understand? [Chorus] [Juvenile] So what you got my name tattooed on yo' body? I ain't tell you to go do that! You watchin MTV and BET, that's what you want You got a lil' piece of that and you don't know how to act You goin crazy! You better get your mind together because you know what this is [Chorus - repeat to fade] |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
Yo yo my name is ICE the game for me is like a strom i Thought I worn ya'll
bamas how i roll with army bandans kids schatter when I come around pokets full of candy gettin puppy love winks from BRANDY I'm shy so i'm going to Plan "B" can't let the teacher see her with detintion not to menchtion moms might cerk out probly tomorrow recss seem like a long day yo I'm gone a get mine cause I got dimondas on my finger wathe's on my wrist braclet on the other 1 how cool is this I gota girl her mother real nice so go out and buy her some ice. |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Mannie Fresh]
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh We gon' bring it to you somethin like this [Chorus One: Juvenile] Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal [Juvenile] How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us Be in a better situation than that all night bus You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me? [Chorus] [Chorus Two: Juvenile] Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it [Juvenile] I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back They like it when a gangster take control like that She feels protected when she in that Lexus Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits I'm not the people you should be upset with I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Juvenile] A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot I be in every hood, see I knows the block From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill Skip called me up he got them all on chill Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know [Chorus One + Chorus Two] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Mannie Fresh]
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh We gon' bring it to you somethin like this [Chorus One: Juvenile] Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal [Juvenile] How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us Be in a better situation than that all night bus You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me? [Chorus] [Chorus Two: Juvenile] Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it [Juvenile] I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back They like it when a gangster take control like that She feels protected when she in that Lexus Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits I'm not the people you should be upset with I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Juvenile] A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot I be in every hood, see I knows the block From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill Skip called me up he got them all on chill Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know [Chorus One + Chorus Two] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Mannie Fresh]
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh We gon' bring it to you somethin like this [Chorus One: Juvenile] Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal [Juvenile] How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us Be in a better situation than that all night bus You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me? [Chorus] [Chorus Two: Juvenile] Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it [Juvenile] I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back They like it when a gangster take control like that She feels protected when she in that Lexus Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits I'm not the people you should be upset with I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Juvenile] A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot I be in every hood, see I knows the block From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill Skip called me up he got them all on chill Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know [Chorus One + Chorus Two] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Chorus]
Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"} I had a little drama, I was bout that there That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"} I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes [Juvenile] I got ghosts on my team unseen And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack If they get'cha won't nobody rat These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that We got {?} and a lot of crack Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts My lil' spot where it was poppin at Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that [Chorus] [Juvenile] Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me? Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?} Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve You my people with this business so I got a job [Chorus] [Juvenile] Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop 'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch Niggaz get that false courage and buck But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Chorus]
Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"} I had a little drama, I was bout that there That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"} I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes [Juvenile] I got ghosts on my team unseen And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack If they get'cha won't nobody rat These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that We got {?} and a lot of crack Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts My lil' spot where it was poppin at Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that [Chorus] [Juvenile] Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me? Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?} Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve You my people with this business so I got a job [Chorus] [Juvenile] Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop 'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch Niggaz get that false courage and buck But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Chorus]
Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"} I had a little drama, I was bout that there That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"} I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes [Juvenile] I got ghosts on my team unseen And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack If they get'cha won't nobody rat These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that We got {?} and a lot of crack Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts My lil' spot where it was poppin at Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that [Chorus] [Juvenile] Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me? Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?} Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve You my people with this business so I got a job [Chorus] [Juvenile] Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop 'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch Niggaz get that false courage and buck But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes] |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
Girl you working with some ass, yeah.. You bad, yeah..
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah.. His last, yeah.. Ho's frown when you pass, yeah.. They mad, yeah.. You can ride in the Jag, yeah.. With daddy yeah.. You could smoke or buy bag, yeah.. Of grass, yeah.. Got money I could flash, yeah.. And trash, yeah.. I'm a Big Tymer nigga, yeah.. Pull the trigger, yeah.. A player hater flipper, yeah.. Grave filler, yeah.. I be slanging wood, yeah.. Out the hood, yeah.. Let it be understood, yeah.. It's all good, yeah.. Got a nigga screaming "Lord!", yeah.. On the hard, yeah.. A smooth little rug, yeah.. I wanna rub, yeah.. I make you do a trick, yeah.. On the dick, yeah.. You claimin' you wanna bitch, yeah.. That ain't shit, yeah.. The nigga with the money, yeah.. Don't act funny, yeah.. Got birds and I'm running, yeah.. 'Bout a hundred, yeah.. (Hook) Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Girl, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You got a stupid ass, yeah.. Make me laugh, yeah.. Make a nigga wanna grab that.. Autograph that.. I'm sweating in my draws, yeah.. Hard off, yeah.. Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah.. Break you off, yeah.. Get mine, you gon' get yours, yeah.. That's for sure, yeah.. You fuckin' with my nerves, yeah.. To the curb, yeah.. I know you bitches know, yeah.. And it show, yeah.. But a nigga got some more, yeah.. I'm 'bout to flow, yeah.. Fresh off some shit, yeah.. In his bitch, yeah.. We be making hits, yeah.. After hits, yeah.. Them titties sitting nice, yeah.. I wanna bite, yeah.. I could fuck you right, yeah.. All night, yeah.. Wanna bring it to my house, yeah.. On the couch, yeah.. Knock the pussy out, yeah.. Get the mouth, yeah.. I wanna see these ho's, yeah.. Bend it low, yeah.. Let me run it in the hole, yeah.. Let me know, yeah.. (Hook) Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up.. (Mannie Fresh): I know you can't stand it, Dick Bandit.. Done landed, See ya' drawers handed.. We can go get it y'all.. Game spit it y'all.. Put the bitch on a roll, then I hit it y'all.. Lookin' kind of lonely, I'm feeling horny.. Put the dick in the middle like Mony.. Big dick plumber chick, and a hummer chick.. Beat the dick, like a motherfuckin' drummer chick.. See that putty cat.. Look at that.. I love to fuck a hoody-rat.. That's a fact.. You's a muthafuckin' trick girl, quit it girl.. I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga.. That hit it girl.. (Hook) Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up.. (Lil Wayne) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.. After you back it up, then stop.. Then wha-wha-wha.. Drop, drop it like it's hot. Nah after you back it up, then stop.. Nah, wha-wha-wha-what.. Drop it like it's hot.. Now drop It like it's hot.. Drop, drop it like it's hot.. C-M-B make you drop it like it's hot.. Drop it like it's hot.. Drop, drop it like it's hot.. (Hot) Drop it like it's hot.. Drop, drop it like it's hot.. HA! |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[Chorus (Juvenile X2):]
I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back [Verse 1 (Juvenile)] Look, Look, You ever had corns on your finger from squeezing a Mac too much ? Nigga be robbing the dice game, while me and lil wack you up, Tripping, stole and stripped cars for a living, Stayed away from home whenever they was bitching, We used to rush the customers for sales when they pulled up in cars, Until the undercovers started putting us behind bars, Menace to Society is all we watch In the back seat strapped with the throw away glock, I got some partners in the business never seeing the light, Ya people would have gotten Cochrane if ya cheese was right, You know I hold it down player, you a dog, I'm a real nigga I ain't gon' stop accepting your phone call, I'ma blow and toss a hoe for you like I'm supposed to do, I'm serious and focused too, you know I'm overdue, The first nigga to park a Rolls-Royce in the bricks, While I fly a private charter out of town by a bitch [Chorus X2] [Verse 2 (Juvenile)] Try to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds, As long as I breathe there ain't nothing in this world that they can't be, Yeah I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke, Started tweaking and broke into the people's house next door, Shot a nigga for smoking rocks on my mom back porch, Damn near graduated and got on that dope, My, work is in part, I am better than smart, Homie, I hustle with a strategy that has never been taught, I could make a coke flip, I can make a hoe strip, I can spray a whole clip, I takes nothing from no bitch, I got the money in the case, .45 on the waist, Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gates, Could you believe a nigga feeling like he still ain't ate, Huh, y'all don't understand, you should have seen my plate, I'd love to give you some credit, but even you said it, Your serious about your money, and right now I'm trying to get it [Chorus X2] [Verse 3 (Baby)] Yeah, CMR, Black Connection, I'm on a mission Lil Daddy to put this paint on the caddy, Riding through the hood and we blowing them candy, Stay G'd up from my head to my feet, I was raised in the 3rd thats the heart of the streets, Saw death and crime from the first same time, Them rims on shine just a vision of mine, Put this shit back together cuz I stay on the grind, Niggaz know I gets me, I stunt all the time, For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown, OG mother fuckers who be getting it on, Niggaz stunt'n and they shining, Bling Blinging all the time and, I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm driving, Nigga thug till' death remember the projects ?, Juve done came back now you bitches upset ?, Niggas know how we getting it, cuz we getting it on, Keep em' coming, keep on gettin it bitch my money is long, [Chorus X2] |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
[Chorus (Juvenile X2):]
I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back [Verse 1 (Juvenile)] Look, Look, You ever had corns on your finger from squeezing a Mac too much ? Nigga be robbing the dice game, while me and lil wack you up, Tripping, stole and stripped cars for a living, Stayed away from home whenever they was bitching, We used to rush the customers for sales when they pulled up in cars, Until the undercovers started putting us behind bars, Menace to Society is all we watch In the back seat strapped with the throw away glock, I got some partners in the business never seeing the light, Ya people would have gotten Cochrane if ya cheese was right, You know I hold it down player, you a dog, I'm a real nigga I ain't gon' stop accepting your phone call, I'ma blow and toss a hoe for you like I'm supposed to do, I'm serious and focused too, you know I'm overdue, The first nigga to park a Rolls-Royce in the bricks, While I fly a private charter out of town by a bitch [Chorus X2] [Verse 2 (Juvenile)] Try to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds, As long as I breathe there ain't nothing in this world that they can't be, Yeah I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke, Started tweaking and broke into the people's house next door, Shot a nigga for smoking rocks on my mom back porch, Damn near graduated and got on that dope, My, work is in part, I am better than smart, Homie, I hustle with a strategy that has never been taught, I could make a coke flip, I can make a hoe strip, I can spray a whole clip, I takes nothing from no bitch, I got the money in the case, .45 on the waist, Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gates, Could you believe a nigga feeling like he still ain't ate, Huh, y'all don't understand, you should have seen my plate, I'd love to give you some credit, but even you said it, Your serious about your money, and right now I'm trying to get it [Chorus X2] [Verse 3 (Baby)] Yeah, CMR, Black Connection, I'm on a mission Lil Daddy to put this paint on the caddy, Riding through the hood and we blowing them candy, Stay G'd up from my head to my feet, I was raised in the 3rd thats the heart of the streets, Saw death and crime from the first same time, Them rims on shine just a vision of mine, Put this shit back together cuz I stay on the grind, Niggaz know I gets me, I stunt all the time, For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown, OG mother fuckers who be getting it on, Niggaz stunt'n and they shining, Bling Blinging all the time and, I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm driving, Nigga thug till' death remember the projects ?, Juve done came back now you bitches upset ?, Niggas know how we getting it, cuz we getting it on, Keep em' coming, keep on gettin it bitch my money is long, [Chorus X2] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(This is, this is, this is, this is!!)
Yeah... ha ha! Whoahh (yeah) [Juvenile] You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1 Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece? Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip [Chorus] Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half Last time he put my shit on his tongue He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X] I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole [Juvenile] I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal So he could ride behind the wheel of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill You think you can't get killed? Me neither That's why we almost forced to keep heaters A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother These streets move forward and backwards These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing Not like Baby though, really put your own bling You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing [Chorus] [Juvenile] G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler Shit not like how it's lookin on camera Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up You couldn't make it where I survive Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high And it's a must I have the piece in sight When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes [Chorus] [Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(This is, this is, this is, this is!!)
Yeah... ha ha! Whoahh (yeah) [Juvenile] You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1 Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece? Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip [Chorus] Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half Last time he put my shit on his tongue He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X] I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole [Juvenile] I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal So he could ride behind the wheel of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill You think you can't get killed? Me neither That's why we almost forced to keep heaters A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother These streets move forward and backwards These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing Not like Baby though, really put your own bling You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing [Chorus] [Juvenile] G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler Shit not like how it's lookin on camera Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up You couldn't make it where I survive Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high And it's a must I have the piece in sight When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes [Chorus] [Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(This is, this is, this is, this is!!)
Yeah... ha ha! Whoahh (yeah) [Juvenile] You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1 Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece? Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip [Chorus] Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half Last time he put my shit on his tongue He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X] I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole [Juvenile] I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal So he could ride behind the wheel of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill You think you can't get killed? Me neither That's why we almost forced to keep heaters A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother These streets move forward and backwards These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing Not like Baby though, really put your own bling You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing [Chorus] [Juvenile] G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler Shit not like how it's lookin on camera Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up You couldn't make it where I survive Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high And it's a must I have the piece in sight When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes [Chorus] [Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line] |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
[B.G.]
Uh-come on Juvie Are you ready? [Juvenile] Uh-huh [B.G.] These hoes.. know.. I act.. bad They say.. gone.. with your dog.. ass I slang.. dick.. I lay.. pipe All fuckin'.. day.. goin' through tha.. night I fuck.. cousins.. I fuck.. friends Juvie drive.. Jag.. Geezy ride.. Benz I'll put that dick on tha ho, look, I'll bust four nuts Then I open ta see if she can back.. that ass up Bitch, my dick.. wanna.. feel your.. lips Don't do it.. right.. go get some.. tips Come back.. later.. try once.. more Fuck up a-.. -gain.. bitch, ya gotta.. go I'm.. gonna.. keep.. doin' my thang Hot.. Boy B.G. don't play games Either.. way.. ho, I'll get mine I'll jack off lookin' you dead in your eyes So, (Chorus2x [B.G. + Juvenile]) Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Lil' B.G. done caught his.. nut Bitch go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Juve-.. -nile.. done caught his.. nut [Juvenile] Spread your.. legs.. touch your.. toes Soon as.. I.. come out these.. 'Bauds I'm J-U-.. -V.. a H-O-.. -T B-O-.. -Y.. from that.. three Bitch, I'm.. hot.. sweaty, gettin'.. moist Tha girl want me.. ta show her my.. choice Ya know what I.. mean.. I wanna.. push Dick in your.. ass like it's a.. dousch Ya gotta be.. clean.. wash it.. good Before I.. come.. and lay this.. wood Eat this.. meat.. please, no.. teeth Every.. day.. and all through tha.. week I know whatcha.. need.. liquor and.. weed A hour and a.. half.. I'll plant this.. seed You do it for that.. I'll do it for.. game Both of us.. straight.. ya can't com-.. -plain (Chorus2x) [Juvenile] Look at that.. there.. she big.. find She could be.. yours.. or she could be.. mine [B.G.] It ain't no.. thang.. bring her on a.. trip Get her in tha.. room.. and she'll get it.. flipped [Juvenile] She'll do what she.. do.. and do it.. well And me and.. you.. could make it.. swell [B.G.] I'm your.. nigga.. you my.. dog We fuck.. cuts.. and there's no.. walls [Juvenile] It ain't no.. beef.. you could go.. first Or both of us.. could go.. and hit that.. skirt [B.G.] Once it's.. over.. still don't.. stop Find us a-.. -nother, and open up shop, nigga [Juvenile] I'm with.. that.. man, let's.. go Out right.. now.. to smash some.. hoes [B.G.] We play.. that.. just like.. g's Nigga, I'm.. straight.. 'cause I done bust three So, (chorus 2x) Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut B. At-.. -rice.. done caught his.. nut Bitch, go, 'head.. catch your.. cut Sugar.. Slim.. done bust his.. nut Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Mannie.. Fresh.. done bust his.. nut Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
(Juvenile)
Uh Huh, Uh Huh Mic check one, two it's Juvenile coming through Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon (Verse 1) Who the man? if I ain't it nigga can't claim it I can take a small name and make it famous I reason with no one homie I got fa sho cliental I'm a XL out here in the streets or lyin in jail I'm quick tempered please limit ya words I will send you in a hurry down south with the Spurs it's kind of hard to understand me cause I speak with a slur but my guns speak a language all the people done heard streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute ya fuckin with a general salute me lieutenant I'm not too particular with lies I look 'em in the eyes say a pray before you die this ain't about me this about somethin thats spoke you know runnin with a nigga while you cuttin his throat oh them loose lip bitches get hung from a rope you know bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh! (Chorus - repeat 2X) Cock it, take berrata then pop it give me that out ya pocket cause the best can't stop it East coast wuzzup, Down south wuzzup West coast wuzzup, Mid West wuzzup (Verse 2) Keep on makin ya laws, I'm a keep breaking them I can move a package in any city I'm stationed in if ya son touchin my shit you better pray for him bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatreds been I ain't the only solider they got alot of these all of these children make me know who dropped alot of seeds I smoke till my eyes shut stay strapped so if you think about sneakin you better wise up hit you with the traqualizer let it fill ya head paralyze you have ya screamin "I can't feel my legs" regardless of what a nigga or a bitch done said the shell around ya get poked like eggs I'm from the M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A my bitches gonna listen to what the hell I say you niggas gonna respect it or get out my way or the (??) gonna have to do ya autopsay (autopsy) (Chorus) (Verse 3) You old niggas on ya last limb move over let some niggas who really want it come cash in suppose to get killed for cock blockin in cells solider bet you can't get no chronic up in hell fresh off the porch where the stash spot I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my Dad got got the chopper cut the weight, nice in the stash box nigga be on paper so himmed up from the bad cops how the hoes be actin over dey child support I need to snatch me a coat and endorse it with dope I ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it niggas gon' let us get that whenever we want it beef is beef whenever the shit occurs if it's real it's gon' resolve into metal for sure but hit the right one he ain't respectin my bad my only satisfaction will be poppin your ass |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
(Juvenile)
Uh Huh, Uh Huh Mic check one, two it's Juvenile coming through Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon (Verse 1) Who the man? if I ain't it nigga can't claim it I can take a small name and make it famous I reason with no one homie I got fa sho cliental I'm a XL out here in the streets or lyin in jail I'm quick tempered please limit ya words I will send you in a hurry down south with the Spurs it's kind of hard to understand me cause I speak with a slur but my guns speak a language all the people done heard streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute ya fuckin with a general salute me lieutenant I'm not too particular with lies I look 'em in the eyes say a pray before you die this ain't about me this about somethin thats spoke you know runnin with a nigga while you cuttin his throat oh them loose lip bitches get hung from a rope you know bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh! (Chorus - repeat 2X) Cock it, take berrata then pop it give me that out ya pocket cause the best can't stop it East coast wuzzup, Down south wuzzup West coast wuzzup, Mid West wuzzup (Verse 2) Keep on makin ya laws, I'm a keep breaking them I can move a package in any city I'm stationed in if ya son touchin my shit you better pray for him bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatreds been I ain't the only solider they got alot of these all of these children make me know who dropped alot of seeds I smoke till my eyes shut stay strapped so if you think about sneakin you better wise up hit you with the traqualizer let it fill ya head paralyze you have ya screamin "I can't feel my legs" regardless of what a nigga or a bitch done said the shell around ya get poked like eggs I'm from the M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A my bitches gonna listen to what the hell I say you niggas gonna respect it or get out my way or the (??) gonna have to do ya autopsay (autopsy) (Chorus) (Verse 3) You old niggas on ya last limb move over let some niggas who really want it come cash in suppose to get killed for cock blockin in cells solider bet you can't get no chronic up in hell fresh off the porch where the stash spot I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my Dad got got the chopper cut the weight, nice in the stash box nigga be on paper so himmed up from the bad cops how the hoes be actin over dey child support I need to snatch me a coat and endorse it with dope I ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it niggas gon' let us get that whenever we want it beef is beef whenever the shit occurs if it's real it's gon' resolve into metal for sure but hit the right one he ain't respectin my bad my only satisfaction will be poppin your ass |
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from Juvenile - Cocky & Confident (2009)
J-U-V-E, no breed, no other like me
Fans like is he really gonna drop that? Point of degree, you ain't never gonna top that He ain't the same but he still got flo' Guess I gotta flo', just a little bit mo' It's gonna be a Juvie nation, call this rejuvenation It's too much of the fake out Gotta get the real out before they stake out Put the kids in the safe house Cake out, pull the champ and the stakes out I am my dreams, my plans Lemme in, lemme in, goddamn Still alone, my shit, lil' nigga, whatchu mean? I quit If you a Pitbull, I'm Mike Vick I'll bury your ass right quick It's early in the morning, y'all sleepin', I'm moanin' Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's early in the morning, y'all sleepin', I'm moanin' Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up You don't want none, there won't be none You stop acting like a bitch you won't be one You don't want none, there won't be none You stop acting like a bitch you won't be one Right now I just wanna say to everyone That I appreciate the fact that y'all took a little time Out of your business schedule to go and get the album And I promise you'll love the sound and the quality of this motherfucker You understand me, Juve N-O-L-A, niggas droppin' like flies everyday Who's next? Can't say Gotta cover my dough, I can't play Be smart, you could move more weight Be sharp, you could lose your face It's like that when they hate you Gotta show 'em you're a ape too Handle business in the night and the day too A big dog in the hood, how they rate you A beast like me, I'm G Real as the Buddha in front of my I.D MAG 3 Watch me, y'all follow my lead My hood, my scent I can't leave, it might be in my debt Watcha mean leave? Nigga, not yet I ain't ready, I ain't seen my check It's early in the morning, y'all sleepin', I'm moanin' Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's early in the morning, y'all sleepin', I'm moanin' Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up You don't want none, there won't be none You stop acting like a bitch you won't be one You don't want none, there won't be none You stop acting like a bitch you won't be one |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[Chorus 2x Juvenile]
Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas Don't paly with us lil daddy becuase we'll have you in stiches It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches [Verse 1: Juvenile] I pledge aleadgence with the four nickle you niggas know pickle Cock the pistol point my issue at you and whoadie who with you Your body ain't nothing but greasle I can see threw the tissue They gone think you was in gymnastics how this chopper gone flip you I might have to crash the party if niggas gets me started Better watch this big glock forty because this bitch gets retarted Fuck with me shorty I can teach you how to be flawless NOPD want to see me up in court with them lawyers Hating planting them charges take a nigga reguardless Fuck them and duck them though tell them they suck on a hard dick When we was wilding in the nolia they was calling us babies I guess the same shit went on in the eighties they still crazy I'm with it too kind of sneaky know how to get at you Not trying to have momma crying and miserable I already know what guns can do I done seen some of the worst niggas get blown in two Come on [Chorus 2x Juvenile and Skip] Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures (Skip says: Ha) Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas Don't play with us lil daddy because we will have you in stiches (Skip says: Pow) It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches [Verse 2: Skip] Yeah she say she love me (yeah) everytime she fuck me (yeah) But then she saying fuck me (fuck me) evertime we fussing Skip I'm sick of hustling (sick) boy you just disgusting Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch don't you tell me nothing All you know is dollars (dollars) dulche and cabona (ha) Gucci fendi chanel manolo prada all you are is problems I can't help you solve so when you think just think nah don't invole him (what) Hang up when you calling (nah) caller id all of them If it's no number I don't answer ain't no sense in calling Bitch I'm back to balling like I fell off Like if I was doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all What I can tell y'all except suck dick and swallow Yeah you look good but can you walk like a model Bitch I pop collars (bling) and I clock dollars So watch and watch and watch for the shots (pow) [Chorus 2x Juvenile] [Verse 3: Wacko] Man look at bo over there wilding cursing bitches (bitch, ho) smoking joes nah Got two open charges niggas talking around dro Sarge and them so smart they spin the bend in regular clothes nah But whoadie and them so smart before they spin lil one close shop Slim just got popped for a doja grind and a weed pipe Guest they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes Fuck that we got bond money nigga we tight UTP six court cut throat nigga we right Tyring to get you niggas to understand it's a new day New jewels, new shoes, new tools, new pay, new trips, new clips, new whips, new kay A million for my great grandchildren until my due date The you straight I'm just trying to make sure you straight Keep them nappy head bitches out your face cousin and move weight Every nigga working with something dick they do take Don't you fall off behind a fat ass and a cute face (stupid) [Chorus 2x Juvenile] |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
[Chorus 2x Juvenile]
Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas Don't paly with us lil daddy becuase we'll have you in stiches It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches [Verse 1: Juvenile] I pledge aleadgence with the four nickle you niggas know pickle Cock the pistol point my issue at you and whoadie who with you Your body ain't nothing but greasle I can see threw the tissue They gone think you was in gymnastics how this chopper gone flip you I might have to crash the party if niggas gets me started Better watch this big glock forty because this bitch gets retarted Fuck with me shorty I can teach you how to be flawless NOPD want to see me up in court with them lawyers Hating planting them charges take a nigga reguardless Fuck them and duck them though tell them they suck on a hard dick When we was wilding in the nolia they was calling us babies I guess the same shit went on in the eighties they still crazy I'm with it too kind of sneaky know how to get at you Not trying to have momma crying and miserable I already know what guns can do I done seen some of the worst niggas get blown in two Come on [Chorus 2x Juvenile and Skip] Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures (Skip says: Ha) Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas Don't play with us lil daddy because we will have you in stiches (Skip says: Pow) It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches [Verse 2: Skip] Yeah she say she love me (yeah) everytime she fuck me (yeah) But then she saying fuck me (fuck me) evertime we fussing Skip I'm sick of hustling (sick) boy you just disgusting Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch don't you tell me nothing All you know is dollars (dollars) dulche and cabona (ha) Gucci fendi chanel manolo prada all you are is problems I can't help you solve so when you think just think nah don't invole him (what) Hang up when you calling (nah) caller id all of them If it's no number I don't answer ain't no sense in calling Bitch I'm back to balling like I fell off Like if I was doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all What I can tell y'all except suck dick and swallow Yeah you look good but can you walk like a model Bitch I pop collars (bling) and I clock dollars So watch and watch and watch for the shots (pow) [Chorus 2x Juvenile] [Verse 3: Wacko] Man look at bo over there wilding cursing bitches (bitch, ho) smoking joes nah Got two open charges niggas talking around dro Sarge and them so smart they spin the bend in regular clothes nah But whoadie and them so smart before they spin lil one close shop Slim just got popped for a doja grind and a weed pipe Guest they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes Fuck that we got bond money nigga we tight UTP six court cut throat nigga we right Tyring to get you niggas to understand it's a new day New jewels, new shoes, new tools, new pay, new trips, new clips, new whips, new kay A million for my great grandchildren until my due date The you straight I'm just trying to make sure you straight Keep them nappy head bitches out your face cousin and move weight Every nigga working with something dick they do take Don't you fall off behind a fat ass and a cute face (stupid) [Chorus 2x Juvenile] |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
C'mon...... C'mon... I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you gon' tell me where its at you see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the mac black hood with black gloves, bandanna round the mouth a nigga posted up on every perimeter around your house and we didn't come here for a meeting, or here to loose time we some niggaz who wanna be eating better in due time muther fuck leaving the block, better to use nines It ain't no secret I'm cheap, however my jewels shines The prisons got way more niggaz than the streets do who average more than 30 murders a week (nigga we do) It ain't a war thang, its a fuck me, fuck y'all thang And we got hoes that know how to sneak guns in the bars man So think twice about leaving the gun in the car man Nigga don't give a fuck about moving son on the wall man Ain't no everybody, its yourself and you all in If you paying traps you don't deserve to be balling [Chorus: repeat 2X] Its enemy turf that I'm on so I'ma play it how it go cock the hollow points into my black calico I'ma make all these bitch niggaz respect me right please let me hit another lick, I'ma be set for life [Verse 2: Juvenile] Look I'ma solid 170, lips like Bill Bellamy Fresh out of the court house from whipping the felony Didn't really want to hurt her, but you know how it is You better not ever disrespect me hoe in front of my kids ayo the cops be rolling, therefore I fucks with no one I went and copped me 4 guns, I'm bout to bust this open To all you bitch niggaz doubting the force, its gon' get ugly I'm that nigga that'll fuck you up quick, thats why the streets love me Catch me posted in Louisiania with privacy I'm doing it Niggaz having problems with coke but we still moving it Whatever's on the market I can work it I ain't scared, I ain't nervous, give it to Juve dog and watch me serve it You holding on the coke now whats the purpose, (?) gon hook it up too nigga the scheme is perfect, ya heared me now why is you acting like it ain't worth it you gon' make me take it, nigga I gotta make it [Chorus] [Talking] Say nigga, heard a nigga picking (?) Heard a nigga got all kinda shit ever since he hit that lick he don't want to fuck with a nigga, but look this what we gonna do man I want you to go get your niggaz and go find that muther fucker do him in ain't nuthing going on around this muther fucker if I ain't got my hands in it I put a nigga on his feet and this how he gonna treat a nigga ? I promise, I put this on my babies dawg, we gon get that motherfucker [Verse 3: Juvenile] They talking bout' putting a sting on me cuz they say I've been making too much Fuck what they talking bout', this how I grew up But this ain't nuthing new bruh, we been throwing this "U" up We had some altercations and things but they got blew up New has and Curly head them niggaz dirty in the TC Shit that a G like me couldn't even tell you on a CD So i'ma make all of my enemies never forget me You looking at one of the realest niggaz from Feret Street [Chorus] |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
C'mon...... C'mon... I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you gon' tell me where its at you see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the mac black hood with black gloves, bandanna round the mouth a nigga posted up on every perimeter around your house and we didn't come here for a meeting, or here to loose time we some niggaz who wanna be eating better in due time muther fuck leaving the block, better to use nines It ain't no secret I'm cheap, however my jewels shines The prisons got way more niggaz than the streets do who average more than 30 murders a week (nigga we do) It ain't a war thang, its a fuck me, fuck y'all thang And we got hoes that know how to sneak guns in the bars man So think twice about leaving the gun in the car man Nigga don't give a fuck about moving son on the wall man Ain't no everybody, its yourself and you all in If you paying traps you don't deserve to be balling [Chorus: repeat 2X] Its enemy turf that I'm on so I'ma play it how it go cock the hollow points into my black calico I'ma make all these bitch niggaz respect me right please let me hit another lick, I'ma be set for life [Verse 2: Juvenile] Look I'ma solid 170, lips like Bill Bellamy Fresh out of the court house from whipping the felony Didn't really want to hurt her, but you know how it is You better not ever disrespect me hoe in front of my kids ayo the cops be rolling, therefore I fucks with no one I went and copped me 4 guns, I'm bout to bust this open To all you bitch niggaz doubting the force, its gon' get ugly I'm that nigga that'll fuck you up quick, thats why the streets love me Catch me posted in Louisiania with privacy I'm doing it Niggaz having problems with coke but we still moving it Whatever's on the market I can work it I ain't scared, I ain't nervous, give it to Juve dog and watch me serve it You holding on the coke now whats the purpose, (?) gon hook it up too nigga the scheme is perfect, ya heared me now why is you acting like it ain't worth it you gon' make me take it, nigga I gotta make it [Chorus] [Talking] Say nigga, heard a nigga picking (?) Heard a nigga got all kinda shit ever since he hit that lick he don't want to fuck with a nigga, but look this what we gonna do man I want you to go get your niggaz and go find that muther fucker do him in ain't nuthing going on around this muther fucker if I ain't got my hands in it I put a nigga on his feet and this how he gonna treat a nigga ? I promise, I put this on my babies dawg, we gon get that motherfucker [Verse 3: Juvenile] They talking bout' putting a sting on me cuz they say I've been making too much Fuck what they talking bout', this how I grew up But this ain't nuthing new bruh, we been throwing this "U" up We had some altercations and things but they got blew up New has and Curly head them niggaz dirty in the TC Shit that a G like me couldn't even tell you on a CD So i'ma make all of my enemies never forget me You looking at one of the realest niggaz from Feret Street [Chorus] |
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from Juvenile - Cocky & Confident (2009)
One undrend percent real with everything i do.
I make shit happen every time i come through. And thats on everything thats on everything. If i aint already did it homie im about to. Haters goin to hate im goin make it with out you. And thats on everything thats on everthing |
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from Juvenile - Cocky & Confident (2009)
A nigga feeling right, right now
I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now Yeah, I'm feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the weed rolled up, bad bitch in the car right now And I'm chasing that money Gotta get it right now, right now I smoke the best dro, boy, you smoke mint green You need to graduate, you still in the fifth grade You gotta problem, don't you bring it over this way I'm be too high to be worried 'bout what a bitch say Leave me alone when you see me in the night club I'm in my zone and bitch, I'm high as a light bulb I get another drink and then another drink Juvie, you want another drink? What you fucking think? Don't stop pouring 'til I tell you to stop I got a couple bottles more, I'm drinking every drop Whoa, I'm feeling great right now, yeah Go ahead and hate right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now Yeah, I'm feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the weed rolled up, bad bitch in the car right now And I'm chasing that money Gotta get it right now, right now Hey, I just popped off, now I'm 'bout to smoke up Purple kush in the dutch, purple drink in my cup Yeah, I'm feeling right, right now Got my eyes on another nigga wife right now That booty moving, making music got me tuned in And I'm just tryna spend the night, I don't wanna move in Yeah, I'm bagging bitches like groceries She say she sick of lanes? Well, I tell her take a dose of me Betcha I get you right, I'm betta than Tylenol Well, I'll put you to bed, ho, hey you, just nodding off It ain't no secret, I'm a dog, huh, yeah And haters say I'm acting bad, but bitch A nigga feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now Yeah, I'm feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the weed rolled up, bad bitch in the car right now And I'm chasing that money Gotta get it right now, right now I'ma real nigga and I get it on I'm a go getter, I'ma get it 'til I'm gone All these fake niggas, I be shitting on Play with mine, I'ma put a couple in your dome New Orleans is my city, I be putting on I'm at the top while you at the bottom looking on Keep looking on and keep looking good I ain't gon' never change, I'ma keep looking hood I lay a lotta wood, I get a lotta cash I lay a lotta juice, kush in the new Jag I keep a couple hundred grand in the duffel bag In the safe deposit box got another stash I'm from the 13, uptown You know how them uptown niggas get down Them bricks high, but they still pay the price now Drinks, pills and purp, I'm feeling right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now Yeah, I'm feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the weed rolled up, bad bitch in the car right now And I'm chasing that money Gotta get it right now, right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now Yeah, I'm feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the weed rolled up, bad bitch in the car right now And I'm chasing that money Gotta get it right now, right now |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
(feat. Big Tymers & B.G.)
Mannie Fresh playboy I know you love these diamonds (they beautiful ha) Nigga, "How You Luv That?" All that stuntin and frontin It's all about them diamonds boy [Baby] Nigga it's a pretty day, and it's flossin season Added six tires to my new machinery Double R like to ball like it's no tomorrow Pretty broads and we fuckin these superstars Chrome rims, niggaz ridin new Benz TV's, Cadillacs with the new fends Wet paint, niggaz takin trips to the banks Hittin malls spendin twenty G's like stars Rolex, PlayStations in the Hummer Just to show these stupid hoes that we worth somethin My stuntin name Evel Knievel, keep it real Let me pop a wheelie, hoes love stuntin cause I got love Gold slugs, stuntin cause we got love Motorbike button rims cause we livin right Game tight take a tramp make her out a champ Overnight got the yole if your money right Solid TV's PlayStation with the B.G. It's all gravy playboy cause it's flossin season A million dollars ain't nothin to me nigga but a million hoes is game to me playboy [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Nahh nahh - flossers, let me see you rollin your rims Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere We flossers, let me see you rollin your rims Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbans It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere [B.G.] I got to get my shine on, do it every time Seventeens on up, that's all I ride In ninety-eight, I been havin them hoes throwin up They don't know if I'm in a helicopter or in a truck I fuck they head up, cause I floss so much Police had me up cause a nigga so young (ha bruh?) But you know me nigga.. that ain't gon' stop B.G. nigga (at all) Cause the next day you will see nigga me in somethin else with a TV nigga (f'real) Fuck it, I'ma floss like that I got scrilla Come try to take it, you're fuckin with a guerilla I got a watch you can see from a block away I got a chain you'll see that'll shock the day My click do what we say, we don't stunt wit it Off top Big Tymers gon' come with it Layin it down this month cause we got a reason (fo' sho') and we gon' rip shit up cause it's flossin season [Chorus] [B.G.] We flossers, what what what? I say we ballers, what what what? [Juvenile] This is the season for the flossers nigga Ride top notch shit, fuck what it cost you nigga Ain't got no TV's or CD's in it - I ain't gon' ride in it If it ain't no overseas type shits - I ain't gon' drive it This ain't the summer to swing the top off This the season niggaz come out on them 20's and ball It ain't no secret I'ma stunter, like Evel Knievel Jumpin out Lex's and Hummer's, showin off for my people When I pull up in V.I.P. they say that's a nice car Bitches all in my face can't even make it to the bar Me, broke and assed-out? Never that man I got some shit up in my ear you can see from a airplane I don't think Super D. can pull a stunt like me Got karats on both of my pinkies, ten thousand ap-iece Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East Fuck that, I'ma play bourban it's a thousand a suite [Mannie Fresh] Who had the, first bourban with the livin room set Who the only nigga you know that drive a burgundy jet How many cities you know, named after me? (uhh..) It's gon' be a bunch of them motherfuckers when I finish G Now baby - I know you missed us Big daddy light up a room like Christmas Shine like a light bulb - rich thug Let that little girl come over here and give a millionaire a hug McGyver ain't liver than a, Big Tymer Big dick a million dollars and a, Pathfinder Mr. Betty Crocker cake maker, casino breaker Tell Shaq I got a half a mill' ridin on the Lakers Pack my bitches up and move to the hills Thirty days a month - thirty Automobiles The Lexus or Benz that come out in the year two thousand I got one of them bitches parked around corner by the housin The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten Eleven fifty zoop with the batman fin The ring I got, Liberace want it He couln't afford that bitch but I can afford to flaunt it Chorus [B.G.] We flossers, what what? |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
I want me a mill
To see just how it feel No worries bout no bills, negotiating deals Buy me some shit Stuntin' in this bitch 20s be on hit Everything legit I don't want no war But I can take it far Put bullets in your car, whoever that you are Woodie get in line Make sure you aint gone shine We be slangin iron Everyday and everytime Just because I'ma bad I rammy after jags When I get a sack To niggas I'ma threat Keep on gettin' blowed Aint worried bout these hoes Boy you know thats cold The way I got'em drove Shinin' like white diamonds Nothin' but big tymin My situation climbing But simply cuz I'm rhymin' The shit done hit the fan They callin' me the man Ya'll boys don't understand This shit's going as planned Chorus: Now follow me now if you want it on Salute at ease, then you carry on Nigga drop and gimme 50 if you do it wrong I'm into weapons I control the dome Give me all my chesse With no static please Go off with these reeds In between your knees You playin' you gone learn Yo partners aint gone turn Right after you get burned We gone get them some churn I'ma tell you once I'm bout pullin' stunts Got golds on my fronts Stay full of them blunts I don't want be broke I gotta feed my folks Cuttin' niggas throats Then runnin' by these hoes Open up yo chase Let me get a taste A lot of niggas fake Can't let it go to waste I wont let it be Give that there to me All of ya'll gone see Me in luxury Look me in my eyes Don't tell me no lies You wanna take my life You tryin' to get some trife None of you I fear I'm runnin' this right chea Aint gone shed no tears When you disappear Chorus: I try to leave that lone But you did that wrong You call me on the phone And told me it was on Now I'm in them streets Bringin' all that heat Straight to where you sleep Won't even let you eat Somebody gonna snitch And go out like a bitch But I'ma get'em quick And hit'em with my shit Them laws gonna try to bust But I don't give a fuck He would of shot me up If he'd of got me stuck I'ma take my charge Aint cryin' like no broad And holla at them boys On the boulevard Woodie I'm in jail Get all off my mail See about my bail Get me out this hell So I can see the block And open up my shop I hope that bitch aint hot Nobody got my spot |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[Wacko]
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on! K L C nigga, come on! Holla! [Verse 1: Wacko] I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin'? Girl, look we can creep on Ya friends stressin' too, I'll flip all 3 of yall Respect my steez, I ain't really bout fallin' in love I travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9 To these niggas I'm easy to be provokin' Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin' Don't make me proceed I'll hit you from ya neck to ya knees Have ya gaggin' where ya barely could breathe But I ain't in here for this Whoadie, I'm in here to get me a bitch Bring her back to the telly to issue some dick Hook up with Juve and Skip, go get me a brick And get ready for next Sunday, to snatch a new bitch [Chorus: repeat 3X] [Juvenile] You can have an ole' lady [Skip] But them hoes [Wacko] They for everybody [Juvenile] Let her go dawg, that ain't ya hoe dawg [Skip] Let me get broke off [Wacko] Up in this jump off! [Verse 2: Skip] I done tightened up on my G dog I was ducked out at first but now I beat broads Cock back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars! Respect my gangsta I see you lookin' mad now I ain't 'cha I know +50 Cent+ and bitch I ain't no +Wanksta+ And I don't get down like that In the right time, at the right spot If you try to buck, you gone get shot Hey fella, calm down. I know what ya thinkin' But I got 1 in this chamber and I been drinkin' Don't make me proceed Spit in ya face, bastard ya seed Widow ya wife, you don't need my shit in ya life! Especially how I'm feelin' tonight If it was good, it'd be different But it's not, so it's not, so let's end it! And bring this shit back to business You can have yo bitch dog I live by the rules I'm givin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Juvenile] Come on, come on, come on Grab yo bitch by the arm cuz if she stop she hit Oh, I know how to get 'em, I hit her with lotsa dick The simple things I'm knowing that she probably miss And in return, she going out and buyin' me shit! I hope my adversaries is listening: Motherfucka with tryna be eased from these D-vils Cuz we evil in this! I'm not about to waste my cream on a bitch I be outcher tryna get money, while she schemin' for dick I ain't gone lie, if my ole lady leave a nigga, I'm sick But we ain't married, so fuck it, she ain't got nothing to get I had to go in fronta the jury January the 6th I promise, ya Honor, I ain't been doin' the shit! They just like to keep niggas like me in a mix And use it on TV and radio as a skit Wanna see some masks, make a move to the bricks But before you make that move grab the tool and the clips Ya heard me? [Chorus] [Juvenile] Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog [Skip] Let me get broke off [Wacko] In this jump off |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
[Wacko]
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on! K L C nigga, come on! Holla! [Verse 1: Wacko] I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin'? Girl, look we can creep on Ya friends stressin' too, I'll flip all 3 of yall Respect my steez, I ain't really bout fallin' in love I travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9 To these niggas I'm easy to be provokin' Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin' Don't make me proceed I'll hit you from ya neck to ya knees Have ya gaggin' where ya barely could breathe But I ain't in here for this Whoadie, I'm in here to get me a bitch Bring her back to the telly to issue some dick Hook up with Juve and Skip, go get me a brick And get ready for next Sunday, to snatch a new bitch [Chorus: repeat 3X] [Juvenile] You can have an ole' lady [Skip] But them hoes [Wacko] They for everybody [Juvenile] Let her go dawg, that ain't ya hoe dawg [Skip] Let me get broke off [Wacko] Up in this jump off! [Verse 2: Skip] I done tightened up on my G dog I was ducked out at first but now I beat broads Cock back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars! Respect my gangsta I see you lookin' mad now I ain't 'cha I know +50 Cent+ and bitch I ain't no +Wanksta+ And I don't get down like that In the right time, at the right spot If you try to buck, you gone get shot Hey fella, calm down. I know what ya thinkin' But I got 1 in this chamber and I been drinkin' Don't make me proceed Spit in ya face, bastard ya seed Widow ya wife, you don't need my shit in ya life! Especially how I'm feelin' tonight If it was good, it'd be different But it's not, so it's not, so let's end it! And bring this shit back to business You can have yo bitch dog I live by the rules I'm givin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Juvenile] Come on, come on, come on Grab yo bitch by the arm cuz if she stop she hit Oh, I know how to get 'em, I hit her with lotsa dick The simple things I'm knowing that she probably miss And in return, she going out and buyin' me shit! I hope my adversaries is listening: Motherfucka with tryna be eased from these D-vils Cuz we evil in this! I'm not about to waste my cream on a bitch I be outcher tryna get money, while she schemin' for dick I ain't gone lie, if my ole lady leave a nigga, I'm sick But we ain't married, so fuck it, she ain't got nothing to get I had to go in fronta the jury January the 6th I promise, ya Honor, I ain't been doin' the shit! They just like to keep niggas like me in a mix And use it on TV and radio as a skit Wanna see some masks, make a move to the bricks But before you make that move grab the tool and the clips Ya heard me? [Chorus] [Juvenile] Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog [Skip] Let me get broke off [Wacko] In this jump off |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
Lil Wayne:
I ain't terrified from nuthin' I'm young wild crazy and disgustin' Better watch me cuz I'm coming With a oven by my stomach I'm scramblin' for the money Tape ya up like a mummy Call ya people and tell 'em I need 50 for this dummy I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin' Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin Dumpin' fire and bustin' Lovin, lyin' and lustin' Stealin' killin' and rapin Runnin' climbin and chasin Strugglin hustin' to make Get it got it I take it Watch ya Chevy mister Move ya purse miss Cuz I tote heavy pistols And man they burst quick It's too late to hesitate I was told there'd be better days But shit that was yesterday And still I haven't ate But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood Can't hide it though I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove That's my G-code Chorus (Lil Wayne): Now put ya box in the mud Get ya glocks in ya gloves Ride drops on dubs We gon' live by that Make the snitches catch a cut Soldier pistol nigga what Hit the block and open up We gon' die by that (repeat) Juvenile: We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls Foreign properties and pack some menthals Got us a fire connect and went off Got jammed with this broad that rent cars Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in Jack niggas to get some cheap linen The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin' Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin Police drew causes and tried to cross lines We stuck to the code we lived and died by it Chorus Juvenile: If war ever came we held the fort down Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound Stayed on point to make some more green Get our stash away from dope fiends Nigga had a habit he supplied his own Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome We kept a little work for the ki's and bones Crowds draw heat so we be's alone We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch Them other motherfuckers fall off the block 24/7 all around the clock We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti Police drew causes and tried to cross lines We stuck to the code we lived and died by it Chorus x 2 |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
[Juvenile]
You think this shit happened for me over tha night This is my life Everybody know I be on tha flight To get it right, and keep it right, and stay strong Nigga thought it wouldn't happen to 'em, but all of 'em dead wrong Singin' tha same song, sayin', "Juvie ain't shit!" With a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich." When tha truth is: they wishin' they was in my shoes I pay dues, with them pistols I made moves And I'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard Why ya fuckin' with mines? I ain't fuckin' with y'all Tha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh-huh You didn't know that, now you call for tha plea Boy, think of all tha places you could possibly be Then, (?) these bullets (?) is comin' for me With my T-shirt and Rees on Cuz only God knows what these niggas be's on (Chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off Whoa You better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off [Lil' Wayne] Listen, listen, listen Sip it Cock ta act a fool and make 'em dip it (what?) Chrome MAC diply (what?) Automatic spitty (what?) I'm a Hot Boy, nigga, follow me Do or die, survive with me (huh?) Blow a pound of that broccoli (huh?) Hit a block and ya ride with me (huh?) Cut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter (so?) Then, Cita, he never walk again (so?) Don't play with them shots again (oh) I make them niggas bleed like that time of tha month See, I told 'em, "Nobody move; nobody head bust." Plus, a hundred rush turn a boy ta dust Nigga, I'm a soldier, trust I'll blow a hole in your guts And ain't no "if", "and's", or "but's" (uh-uh) You could get mad and fuss (uh-uh) Watch your lip, man, you'll touch (uh-uh) I'll pop a clip in, and bust (uh-uh) Look, I'm straight thuggin' Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin' I'm runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin' That ain' nothin' It's Weezy Weez I show off behind cheese Get full of trees Here I come, you better leave (Chorus2x [Lil' Wayne]) Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa [B.G. + (Lil' Wayne)] Niggas know I could get ugly when it come to that (To that) Oh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if ya come for that (For that) I ain't no ho, if in beef I ain't gon' run from that (From that) You got coke, keep it on tha low cuz I'll come for that (For that) I keep pistols in my possession cuz I stays in shit (What?!) I was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with K's and shit (Wha?) My momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha back (Oh) Shot hookie from school, hung on V.L. and sold a lil' crack (Fo sho') Niggas respect me cuz they know my nuts be hangin'and swingin' (Hangin') If my toes get stepped on, I'm click-clackin' and bangin' (Bangin') I've been out here since I was, like, ten years old Caught my first gun charge in nineteen-nine-four Scuffed my knees up a lot, he pulled me out that I'm out here now, and ain't no way that I'ma look back Fresh layed tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minute Put tha gat down But don't think I still won't act, busta (Chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa You better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa Get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Juvenile]
That's right, it's crunch time now fellas No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement C'mon To all my people on them corners I consider as dogs I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary walls Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all Talk to 'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be Fuck him! Ah-listen to me, I got the remedy Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki' Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy Cause you gon' be a cellmate or wind up as a memory Yeah, and I could give a fuck if you kin to me My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede [Chorus] Get ya hustle on, nigga get ya hustle on [4X] We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! [Juvenile] The loamin hard sparkle like glass Main bitch right behind me lookin sharp in the Jag Security say you don't know me so I talk to 'em bad If a nigga want somethin I got somethin for his ass Choppers - I'm already knowin that it's a G thang Ever since they tried to drown a nigga on the {?} Everybody need a check from FEMA So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina Get money! And I ain't gotta ball in the Beemer Man I'm tryin to live, I lost it all in Katrina (damn) And nobody cares what the police thank Everybody fuckin with ki's cause it's a street thang [Chorus] [Juvenile] Wodie! You really feelin your folks Just them crackers behind them desk-es that ain't hearin us though We starvin! We livin like Haiti without no government Niggaz killin niggaz and them bitches is lovin it Fuck Fox News! I don't listen to y'all ass Couldn't get a nigga off the roof with a star pass Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land 'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash Get your mind right, nigga get your money up You're movin a little somethin, but you ain't done enough Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna want a cut Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' haveta fuck you up [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Juvenile]
That's right, it's crunch time now fellas No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement C'mon To all my people on them corners I consider as dogs I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary walls Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all Talk to 'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be Fuck him! Ah-listen to me, I got the remedy Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki' Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy Cause you gon' be a cellmate or wind up as a memory Yeah, and I could give a fuck if you kin to me My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede [Chorus] Get ya hustle on, nigga get ya hustle on [4X] We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! [Juvenile] The loamin hard sparkle like glass Main bitch right behind me lookin sharp in the Jag Security say you don't know me so I talk to 'em bad If a nigga want somethin I got somethin for his ass Choppers - I'm already knowin that it's a G thang Ever since they tried to drown a nigga on the {?} Everybody need a check from FEMA So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina Get money! And I ain't gotta ball in the Beemer Man I'm tryin to live, I lost it all in Katrina (damn) And nobody cares what the police thank Everybody fuckin with ki's cause it's a street thang [Chorus] [Juvenile] Wodie! You really feelin your folks Just them crackers behind them desk-es that ain't hearin us though We starvin! We livin like Haiti without no government Niggaz killin niggaz and them bitches is lovin it Fuck Fox News! I don't listen to y'all ass Couldn't get a nigga off the roof with a star pass Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land 'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash Get your mind right, nigga get your money up You're movin a little somethin, but you ain't done enough Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna want a cut Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' haveta fuck you up [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Juvenile]
That's right, it's crunch time now fellas No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement C'mon To all my people on them corners I consider as dogs I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary walls Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all Talk to 'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be Fuck him! Ah-listen to me, I got the remedy Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki' Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy Cause you gon' be a cellmate or wind up as a memory Yeah, and I could give a fuck if you kin to me My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede [Chorus] Get ya hustle on, nigga get ya hustle on [4X] We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! [Juvenile] The loamin hard sparkle like glass Main bitch right behind me lookin sharp in the Jag Security say you don't know me so I talk to 'em bad If a nigga want somethin I got somethin for his ass Choppers - I'm already knowin that it's a G thang Ever since they tried to drown a nigga on the {?} Everybody need a check from FEMA So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina Get money! And I ain't gotta ball in the Beemer Man I'm tryin to live, I lost it all in Katrina (damn) And nobody cares what the police thank Everybody fuckin with ki's cause it's a street thang [Chorus] [Juvenile] Wodie! You really feelin your folks Just them crackers behind them desk-es that ain't hearin us though We starvin! We livin like Haiti without no government Niggaz killin niggaz and them bitches is lovin it Fuck Fox News! I don't listen to y'all ass Couldn't get a nigga off the roof with a star pass Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land 'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash Get your mind right, nigga get your money up You're movin a little somethin, but you ain't done enough Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna want a cut Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' haveta fuck you up [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
Verse 1
In these times we gotta hustle cuz our pockets be hurt Lil niggas wanna get fronted from who got work Is you ready for that, you won' be wise to buss Let a nigga know where they at, so aint no stoppin' us If you handle yo business right I'ma promote yo ass You bitch out and try to kite I'ma come smoke yo ass The shit that I'm givin' you they tryin' blood ta get The vicks be runnin' too because they love this shit So don't come with that, no one bout it shit was cool Niggas tried to rob me nobody was comin' through Snitches I can't have that Bitches I can't have that Riches you can have that Just bring me my cash back Look..its all gravy with me go 'head and shine Thats how you play it with me, you big tyme All I want is the Gs With a trunk full of keys A benz on 20s You got something you can lend me Shit...nigga I aint doing nothin' for me for free Can't put no trust in you niggas cuz yall be tryin' to run G Cuz I don't like the dream about makin' no cheese Wanna see my muthafuckin' bank account O.D.ed [(over dosed)] (Chorus) 2X Until then I'ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin' Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd) Verse 2 Now I'm on some shit again Leave a nigga stranded like Gilligan Hundred G's I'm considerin' Lex it for a million Catch it nigga I'm killin'em They spot but I aint feelin'em My jacket off appearin them Some a say its numerary Parntnas in for sipperin' Juvenile is different Look at what I did to them Niggas wearin' reeboks instead of nikes and timbalands Bitch niggas I be tippin'em My mac 9 it be flippin'em Some of these niggas is tryin ta run G So I be jippin'em They would do the same to me Niggas aint no family Shit is all a game to me But nobody gone handle me 400 degreez Tottin' guns runnin' with me No wonder we need Mo money one could receive Nigga wanna deal with this christ I'ma put it open in his life Never should I fuck with me right Why you keep duckin' me shy I'ma knock ya head off Nigga tryin' ta get to ya fuck tryin' ta play it off You made the beef nigga so why is you scared If you mind yo fuckin' business then yo life would be spared I can't see it Nigga try ta make me out a bitch I can't be it I had a muthafuckin' problem with niggas like freed me You probably can save yall self but you can't save yall neighbors Um, and now I got cha spinnin' on round like a baseball playa Put on this the table I'ma hit'em a nine Foolish I had ta tame ta keep these niggas in line Look cuz I don't like dreamin' about makin' no cheese Wanna see my muthafuckin bank account ODed [(over dosed]) (Chorus) 2X Ask them niggas bout me Bet them bitches know me Magnolia head buster out that wild T.C. I'ma young nigga Look at what ya done, nigga You done made me mad Now I'm goin' get my gun, nigga Betta watch cha tongue, nigga Cuz I'm gettin' dumb, nigga Killed one nigga Represent where I'm from, nigga See thangs don't cha never do...fuck with a man...his change, or his mamma You do that you want drama Fuck with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see I'm out chea, which one of you boys want me I'ma keep it real with ya Ya say you the man, I know I'm the man, and I'm ready ta deal with cha I'm prepared for the toe taggin' Keep my reeboks strapped tight with my gibauds saggin' Now, I done rocked a couple of Gs and done flipped that two times I know I'm in a problem and they gonna persuit mine I got bills ta pay I can't be playin' with you jokers These youngsters somethin' else now ya bout ta get promoka You can't understand how a nigga my age Can hit the streets psyhced up bustin' with the twelve gage But I don't like ta dream about makin' no cheese In the future wanna see my fuckin' pockets Oded [(over dosed)] (Chorus) 1X |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
I'm charging 600 for some big O's,
You do business with me, you comin' back to get more, My shit is fire, cause it's jumpin' back to twenty-nine, So when niggas shouldn't have no problem 'bout me getting mine, If you come at me with it short, I must say shop closed. Motherfuckers try to get smart you gon' get popped holes, I buck with niggas out that state like Will and Paco, Had conversations for bitches until they got drove, Picture me gently getting twisted off the indo, Baby, Lil' Wayne, B.G., and me committin' sins, dogg, Better beware because we 'bout to spend a Ben, dogg, Don't get caught up without yo' shit cause you will end, dogg, Me and my people got to hustle just to pay the rent, Some of us not in the position that we say we in, Can't have no bill collectors comin' through my residence, That's why everyday I be runnin' for the president, All in, I ain't another nigga, shits irrelevant, You get your head busted for playin' with my intelligence.. yeah... (Chorus) My nine is gonna die with me, Pick up the supply with me, Be up in the ride with me, Do a homicide with me, who, me My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me Be up in the ride with me Do a homicide with me, who, me My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me You making shit more complicated than it should be, You feel your death is coming soon, it could be, Nigga got killed because they never understood me, I know your block is similar to how my hood be, This nigga with all of this playing getting on my nerves, He calling me up on the phone saying he want a bird, I told lil' daddy that's not how I handle business, man, How I know you not turning state, and you be witnessin, Doing business with you I'm not even considerin, To be in the same theatre, 'round that you niggas in, Don't move too fast, remember patience is a virtue, And keep your eyes open cause niggas gon' observe you, They waiting for the perfect time that they can hurt you, And if they catch you off your bases, they gon' serve you, I wonder if my people locked up still remember me, I'm talking 'bout you laying in Broaden Penitentiary... All my niggas! (Chorus) My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me Do a homicide with me Be up in the ride with me, who, me My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me Do a homicide with me Be up in the ride with me, who, me I already got you listening to what I said, You better straighten up, lil' soldier 'fore I bust your head, Or if you got something you bet' not even show your face, Cause a nigga been doing bad and might explore your place, Look, you know you got a 'Body cause they know you fake, If you want to go to war, I know what it take, Come with a team of choppers, not no thirty-eights, And we gon' turn this 2-11 into a murder case, And me a Russ'y gon' get busy out the Thunderbird, And start a nuclear revolution right up on your curb, Niggas keep fucking with me cause they know I'm gettin' boss, My truck is sitting on twenties, and I'm hittin' broads, If you get beside yourself, then you got to go, You creeping on the C-M-B, that's not possible, I hit a fifty out my chopper and I got some more, You say you ready for me, Whodi, I don't really know.. know... (Chorus) My nine is gonna die with me Do a homicide with me Pick up the supply with me Be up in the ride with me, who, me My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me Do a homicide with me Be up in the ride with me, who, me My nine is gonna ride with me My nine is gonna die with me Be up in the ride with me Do a homicide with me, who, me Every-muthafuckin-where I go, That bitch gon' be with me, Fuck you ho's, I want my nine... |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
Verse 1 (B.G.)
Uh huh In my city nigga life like a chess game Uptown anybody could be next mane I switch lanes on em Reverse the game on em Its a must to stay a couple of steps ahead on em Ive been out shit Survived the worst shit I mean i was really on some heat first shit Stalked a nigga put him on a t shirt shit Then go to the funeral and carry the herse shit Yeah its real in the field nigga and what I still hustle shine and get my sex up I still grind fuck em what ima slack what They pop drama but they bounce right back uh Chorus (2) Gotta get that money gotta get that Gotta get that money gotta get that Gotta get that money gotta get that You know where the licks at nigga where the bricks at Verse 2 Soulja slim |
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from Juvenile - Cocky & Confident (2009)
Y'all think broke look cool, man
Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it I am Magnolia official, I played the Ave for years They talkin' 'bout me like when Shaq went to the Cavaliers I keep the wit me, just call me prince of keys Sellin' tobacco and ain't none of my is nicotine A dog gettin' it, how much can a gorilla make? I'm tryna chill, don't wanna have to put on ma killa face I get whatever I wanna, boy, I don't wish it would When I come out, look out, I be sharper then a stick of wood I wish somebody would, I make somebody bleed I cut somebody like three dollars worth of Limburg cheese I lay somebody down, I probably have to do or die Won't nothin' change, I'ma stay gutter like a sewer line Yup, it's manure time, business is picking up When find out I'm the man, they probably give it up No, I ain't new to this money thing, boy, I been a fool You tryin' to chill, I'ma blow up this just like a inner tube Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it I gotta get it so people, get on yo' day jobs Ain't nothin' crowded but the jail houses and graveyards I'm on the corner in the ghetto like a pay-phone I call my baby, like, "Daddy be on the way home" Talk to you later, it's easy to get ya cell tapped And I got powder like a factory full of gel caps I'm ballin' in the game, boy, I need a pair or two I'm walkin' on 'em in my slippers like a pair of Lugz I'm not gone ever lead the way, that's what the preacher said Like I'ma be on the corner at Morgan Freeman age I'm in the streets making connections in them restaurants I'm eatin' tacos and fajitas with the Mexicans Well, I define the definition of what livin' is And anyway you see me out, it's what thanksgiving is You'all some counterfeit papas, I am a real daddy Shoot up the world, I tell it would keep the kids happy Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it I gotta get it, boy, you beefin' over petty change I'm ready, man, I got my fingers in on e'rythang I'm on 'em Dana Danes, puffin' on that Look, I'ma leader, it's one of us up in every game And yeah, I'm fly 'cause I always got that eagle on me I pop a watch how quick he call the people on me This is an act and not in it to receive a Tony I'm over here with all the cheese and I don't see baloney Give a, what? I be talking mad to 'em They say I'm dodo like a kindergarten's bathroom I'm in a yellow Chevy thang with the doors up I'm smokin', the ashes burnin' my clothes up See them canaries in the grill? Yup, I talk major Look at the light, it's like a Saturday night in Las Vegas Yup, I'ma boss playa 'cause I say I is I chase this money 24 hours everyday out here Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
[talking]
[B.G.] What's up, Juvie [Juvenile] What's happenin', B.Geezy [B.G.] I'm chillin'. Me, I don't like them old bitch ass niggas [Juvenile] I don't like them bitch ass niggas either [B.G.] They better get tha fuck from 'round here [Juvenile] Rattin' motherfucker [B.G.] Nigga, come on my set, I'ma feel disrespect Now they gon' get they issue, they done walked into that No vest ain't gon' protect you The shit that's in my clique gon' sail through your chest fool I'm tellin' you I'ma bring drama, chaos, nothin' less When I'm ridin' 'round your set, it's a nigga best eject Nigga, like a rain storm, your whole block get wet All it take is one to tha head, bahdi-by-by, you rest Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I'm dressed I represent to tha fullest, nigga, in a Rolex Roamin' on tha streets, Feds got a warrant for my arrest Fuck that, I'm just a nigga they gon' have ta catch I kick a nigga momma door in if he tryin' ta hide And then I put one in his mom head if I don't get mine You could call it what you wanna, but that's how I play it Now play with me, I got a K, and watch how quick I spray it (Chorus) [Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes [B.G.] I don't even want them niggas hangin' on our block I don't even want them niggas scorin' out our shop [Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes [B.G.] Man, I don't even want them niggas ridin' down our block I don't even want them niggas lookin' at our shop [Juvenile] You don't know you're not suppose ta be around these parts You don't know you goin' in and you might get caught You be tryin' ta get some information out these broads Tryin' ta find out where a nigga hide his stash and cars It's niggas like you that be gettin' niggas like me stuck It's niggas like you that be givin' niggas like me up I'm tryin' ta figure if you work for tha police or what You plobly hangin' 'round a nigga 'cause you need a buck They got dope around tha projects, and it leads to us Feds know we ain't be sellin' nothin' but ki's and up Rattin', I gotcha I'm lookin' for ya with MAC-10's ta pop ya You never thought that I would do that ta stop ya That lil' man was surprised to have you like I gotcha See me empty every clip out of my chopper You gon' get caught up 'cause you keep fuckin' with poppa... poppa (Chorus) [Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes [B.G.] Man, I don't even want them niggas hangin' on our block I don't even want them niggas scorin' out our shop [Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes [B.G.] Man, I don't even want them niggas ridin' down our block And I betta not catch them niggas hangin' 'round our shop [B.G.] Wodie, are you ready ta get this beef cookin'? 'Cause once it's on tha stove, get on your shit because I'm lookin' You betta know I ain't gonna let a nigga disrespect my clique And I ain't gon' let a nigga come and take my shit That'll make me look like a stone cold bitch So ain't no way I ain't gon' grab my K and let my shit spit When I spin the ben I don't give a fuck who gets split If you get hit... it's all on you if you innocent It's game we play, and it's hectic If you ain't got a vest, you ain't protected With pussy-niggas... my block's infested So one by one, they all gon' get rested Me and my others' dog act a ass, ho When I hit you all in your face, your casket is closed You came 'round tha wrong hood and got that ass burnt Nigga thought it was all good and got that ass burnt... that ass burnt (Chorus) [Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round my door [B.G.] I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round our block I don't even want these niggas scorin' out our shop [Juvenile] I don't even want these niggas comin' 'round no more I don't even want these niggas tryin' ta come ta score [B.G.] I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round our block I don't even want these niggas scorin' out our shop [Juvenile] I don't even want these niggas comin' 'round no more Look, I don't even want you niggas fuckin' with our hoes [B.G.] I don't even want you niggas ridin' down my block I don't even betta not catch you niggas lookin' at my shop, nigga {B.G. + Juvenile talking} [B.G.] Ha-ha [Juvenile] What up, what up [B.G.] Old bitch-ass, ruckus Fuck, did y'all just jumped off tha porch Ass-niggas betta stay... your mother fuckin' ass back [Juvenile] Turnin' state Motherfucker 'round here turnin' state, ha You're rattin' on a nigga, ha We gonna get your motherfuckin' ass [B.G.] How ya luv that [Juvenile] Askin' my old lady where tha dope at, ha Follow her again, bitch, I'ma catch ya [B.G.] Uh-huh Fuckin' with tha B.Geezy [Juvenile] I got a cake baked for ya [B.G.] Nigga, Juvie [Juvenile] We got a cake baked for ya |
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from Juvenile - Project English (2001)
[Juvenile]
Get out the way now, hey.. get out the way now.. Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. ahh, ahh Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. mmm Get out the way.. get out the way now.. You wonder why I don't smile and don't make friends Or ki-ki with new niggaz; cause I don't know dem I didn't shoot marbles witcha and you ain't no kin Kissin ass like you be doin look you ain't no men The only reason you're talkin crazy cause you drank mo' gin You can take it there if you want, look you ain't gon' win And I'm feelin like an example is needed to be made I'ma take this calico and go bust me a head They might just won't retailate, they might just be afraid Some niggaz I been fuckin with controllin what they say It's still on! They wouldn't let me ride That was they nigga that we killed so one of us gotta die Oh yeah, they wanna play ha? Must really be underestimatin me and this 'k ha? It must not be meant for you so please get out the way now I'm one of the best doin this, bout every day now.. hah.. [Chorus: repeat 2X] I'm warnin ya, I'm tellin ya A HeadBusta is up in ya area Don't stand there better be bailin brah Or hollow tip bullets gonna tear you up [Juvenile] I wonder how long it's gon' take 'fore niggaz realize I'm not a game Look at me nigga, you think I'm playin? Do it look like everything in my life goin correctly? Bitch, I'ma be bout it 'til the man come get me I got a fucked up conscience, and my thinkin ain't right I got a brand new child but look I'ma slanger tonight Nigga swellin up his chest, cause I'm bangin his wife I'm at the bar drinkin Hennessy, he came with a knife I got my man on the side of me, he scopin him right He think it's over but he gonna get fucked over tonight If I got problem witcha I'ma address it, front and center If we beef in January, won't be until December I'm tryin to getcha outta here Like your momma and your lawyer, stuck with four or five open charges Dealin with you bitches like you're one of my children Whippin your ass because you left out the buildin [Chorus] [Juvenile] Fuck with a G ain't gon' never stop Somebody gotta go - you better have the better plot Cause if not, little shit could escalate to big shit One of your little man'sll be the one pay you a visit Enticed by them neighbors, they gave him a picture Twenty G's, some toolies, now he comin to getcha Wodie my life is like a football field He done crossed the line of scrimmage is the one I kill, and I feel That the marker should be first and goal And I got the ball of course, goin in to sco' - nigga What's my motherfuckin name? Wodie it don't matter What's the shit up in my hand? A piece of chrome manner And I just had me a blunt, and a cup of that gin Don't get scared now motherfucker you in trouble my friend [Chorus] [Juvenile] Get out the way now, hey.. Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. mm Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. uhh Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. uhh Get out the way now, the CMR is on the way now.. mm Get out the way now, a Ju-ve-nile is on the way now |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
That's you with that bad ass benz ha
That's you that can't keep an old lady cause you keep fucking her friends ha You gotta go to court ha You got served a subpeona for child support ha That was that nerve ha You ain't even much get a chance to say a word ha I know i ain't trippin don't your brother got them birds ha You ready to bust one of them niggaz head ha You ain't scared ha You know how to play it ha I know you ain't just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha Stunt and front you ha Straight up run you ha You know who got that fire green ha You know how to use a triple beam ha Shit ain't hard as it seems ha You keep your body clean ha You got a lot of girbaud jeans ha Some of your partners dope fiends ha You really don't want to fuck with them niggaz ha You come up with them niggaz ha You stuck with them niggaz ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is yo make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You can't do nothing but love fresh ha You want to know what we gonna do next ha You bought my tape with a check ha You wearing a vest ha You tryin to protect your chest ha You spent 70 on your benz ha That ain't yours that's for your friends ha You wanna stop these niggaz from playing wit you ha You wanna run the block ha You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha You keep your gun cocked ha You count the money at the end of the night ha You on a three day flight ha You full of that diesel ha You duckin them people ha Your face was on the news last night ha You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last night ha You don't go in the projects when it's dark ha You claim you thug and you ain't got no heart ha You came in the Nolia on new years eve ha You got stuck in that bitch and couldn't leave ha It was hard for youto breathe ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got you block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You got a trespassing charge ha That dick got hard ha When you were looking at them little broads ha You don't know when to quit ha That's you with that shot calling shit ha That's you with that balling shit ha That's you that's taking them hits ha That hoe don't know when to shut up her mouth ha You gonna knock that hoe teeth out ha You done switched to nike to reebok ha You twinkle you golds everytime you leave your house ha Them income tax checks ha You bout to flip that ha You bout to go snort you a gram ha You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these hoe ha When you broke you drove ha When you paid you got bookoo places to go ha You on top ha You rob somebody shop ha You don't think you can be stopped ha You ridin in the benz on 20 inch rims ha (Chorus)2X 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 out of something You handle you biz and don't be cryin and suffering |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
That's you with that bad ass benz ha
That's you that can't keep an old lady cause you keep fucking her friends ha You gotta go to court ha You got served a subpeona for child support ha That was that nerve ha You ain't even much get a chance to say a word ha I know i ain't trippin don't your brother got them birds ha You ready to bust one of them niggaz head ha You ain't scared ha You know how to play it ha I know you ain't just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha Stunt and front you ha Straight up run you ha You know who got that fire green ha You know how to use a triple beam ha Shit ain't hard as it seems ha You keep your body clean ha You got a lot of girbaud jeans ha Some of your partners dope fiends ha You really don't want to fuck with them niggaz ha You come up with them niggaz ha You stuck with them niggaz ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is yo make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You can't do nothing but love fresh ha You want to know what we gonna do next ha You bought my tape with a check ha You wearing a vest ha You tryin to protect your chest ha You spent 70 on your benz ha That ain't yours that's for your friends ha You wanna stop these niggaz from playing wit you ha You wanna run the block ha You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha You keep your gun cocked ha You count the money at the end of the night ha You on a three day flight ha You full of that diesel ha You duckin them people ha Your face was on the news last night ha You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last night ha You don't go in the projects when it's dark ha You claim you thug and you ain't got no heart ha You came in the Nolia on new years eve ha You got stuck in that bitch and couldn't leave ha It was hard for youto breathe ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got you block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You got a trespassing charge ha That dick got hard ha When you were looking at them little broads ha You don't know when to quit ha That's you with that shot calling shit ha That's you with that balling shit ha That's you that's taking them hits ha That hoe don't know when to shut up her mouth ha You gonna knock that hoe teeth out ha You done switched to nike to reebok ha You twinkle you golds everytime you leave your house ha Them income tax checks ha You bout to flip that ha You bout to go snort you a gram ha You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these hoe ha When you broke you drove ha When you paid you got bookoo places to go ha You on top ha You rob somebody shop ha You don't think you can be stopped ha You ridin in the benz on 20 inch rims ha (Chorus)2X 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 out of something You handle you biz and don't be cryin and suffering |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
That's you with that bad ass benz ha
That's you that can't keep an old lady cause you keep fucking her friends ha You gotta go to court ha You got served a subpeona for child support ha That was that nerve ha You ain't even much get a chance to say a word ha I know i ain't trippin don't your brother got them birds ha You ready to bust one of them niggaz head ha You ain't scared ha You know how to play it ha I know you ain't just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha Stunt and front you ha Straight up run you ha You know who got that fire green ha You know how to use a triple beam ha Shit ain't hard as it seems ha You keep your body clean ha You got a lot of girbaud jeans ha Some of your partners dope fiends ha You really don't want to fuck with them niggaz ha You come up with them niggaz ha You stuck with them niggaz ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is yo make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You can't do nothing but love fresh ha You want to know what we gonna do next ha You bought my tape with a check ha You wearing a vest ha You tryin to protect your chest ha You spent 70 on your benz ha That ain't yours that's for your friends ha You wanna stop these niggaz from playing wit you ha You wanna run the block ha You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha You keep your gun cocked ha You count the money at the end of the night ha You on a three day flight ha You full of that diesel ha You duckin them people ha Your face was on the news last night ha You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last night ha You don't go in the projects when it's dark ha You claim you thug and you ain't got no heart ha You came in the Nolia on new years eve ha You got stuck in that bitch and couldn't leave ha It was hard for youto breathe ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got you block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You got a trespassing charge ha That dick got hard ha When you were looking at them little broads ha You don't know when to quit ha That's you with that shot calling shit ha That's you with that balling shit ha That's you that's taking them hits ha That hoe don't know when to shut up her mouth ha You gonna knock that hoe teeth out ha You done switched to nike to reebok ha You twinkle you golds everytime you leave your house ha Them income tax checks ha You bout to flip that ha You bout to go snort you a gram ha You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these hoe ha When you broke you drove ha When you paid you got bookoo places to go ha You on top ha You rob somebody shop ha You don't think you can be stopped ha You ridin in the benz on 20 inch rims ha (Chorus)2X 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 out of something You handle you biz and don't be cryin and suffering |
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from Juvenile - Cocky & Confident (2009)
Sing it for 'em Pleasure P
Little mama i know she ready now tell me what i gotta do now Gotta get gotta get my hands on you And by the way that she told me.....shawty doin that damn thingg damn thing Gotta get my hands on you Hands on you Hands on you Gotta get my hands on you Hands on on you Hands on you |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[Chorus: Juvenile]
It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance But can't a nigga get a little head in advance It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance But can't a nigga get a little head in advance [Verse 1: Juvenile] Maybe not probably don't even feel that way I kid you not, what's under my waist is real I say A yo my fire cracker pop like independence day Them dick suckers long shoud have been in sentence may I do a little something I got that cut to tie your thighs up I'm not asthmatic look, I'm healthy and I could fuck That teenage pussy I don't want so zip it up And no satchatories having in here so catch a cut Ohh how I love it when half your ass show When you catch the side view it look like two elbows And my dick stuck to my leg like velcro Stop cock blockin and let them females go If the hoes keep asking me up I got to stop her I've been searching for me a lifipeepoper I'm serious you should wanna fuck with me period Because I'm a little bit more then just a lyricist [Chorus: Juvenile] [Verse 2: Juvenile] This is to alisha, camren, roshon and don If you fuck with pimp baby show me your thong Get your big ass up hoe you know this your song Big daddy gonna be smashing it till four in the morn You doing them jeans yeah black you need to stop it It look like you got a loaf of bread in your pocket Should have followed you first ma and snatch you first But when I'm drinking everyboady look like they got worth I ain't even gotta tell a woman what I'm worth She gonna show me some affection when I raise my shirt I ain't never bought a woman where I do my dirt To a nice confined spot where I can lift that skirt Hopefully she illegal with the head and all Probably heard of my background and said I'm a dog But it ain't about me baby it's about y'all My fantasy is knocking four of y'all off [Chorus] Shake that ass mami If you trying to get to juvenile pass him I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking [Verse 3: Juvenile] Show me that poo shooter any way you throw it I'm gonna do ya Just let wardy do this manever All thow I'm from the sewer I like having relations I punch a bitch in the head for playing with my patience I make a local hoe turn hashin had me at the station They hating saying that I violated my probation Theres a lot of kinky shit that's going up in the clubs We be popping exctasy looking for woman to hug I promised not to get you caught up in these drugs Put this gun in your purse mami and roll with a thug Your girlfriends always saying she ain't like that Well post up right there mami i'll be right back [Chorus] Shake that ass mami If you trying to get to juvenile pass him I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking Shake that ass mami If you trying to get to juvenile pass him I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
[Chorus: Juvenile]
It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance But can't a nigga get a little head in advance It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance But can't a nigga get a little head in advance [Verse 1: Juvenile] Maybe not probably don't even feel that way I kid you not, what's under my waist is real I say A yo my fire cracker pop like independence day Them dick suckers long shoud have been in sentence may I do a little something I got that cut to tie your thighs up I'm not asthmatic look, I'm healthy and I could fuck That teenage pussy I don't want so zip it up And no satchatories having in here so catch a cut Ohh how I love it when half your ass show When you catch the side view it look like two elbows And my dick stuck to my leg like velcro Stop cock blockin and let them females go If the hoes keep asking me up I got to stop her I've been searching for me a lifipeepoper I'm serious you should wanna fuck with me period Because I'm a little bit more then just a lyricist [Chorus: Juvenile] [Verse 2: Juvenile] This is to alisha, camren, roshon and don If you fuck with pimp baby show me your thong Get your big ass up hoe you know this your song Big daddy gonna be smashing it till four in the morn You doing them jeans yeah black you need to stop it It look like you got a loaf of bread in your pocket Should have followed you first ma and snatch you first But when I'm drinking everyboady look like they got worth I ain't even gotta tell a woman what I'm worth She gonna show me some affection when I raise my shirt I ain't never bought a woman where I do my dirt To a nice confined spot where I can lift that skirt Hopefully she illegal with the head and all Probably heard of my background and said I'm a dog But it ain't about me baby it's about y'all My fantasy is knocking four of y'all off [Chorus] Shake that ass mami If you trying to get to juvenile pass him I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking [Verse 3: Juvenile] Show me that poo shooter any way you throw it I'm gonna do ya Just let wardy do this manever All thow I'm from the sewer I like having relations I punch a bitch in the head for playing with my patience I make a local hoe turn hashin had me at the station They hating saying that I violated my probation Theres a lot of kinky shit that's going up in the clubs We be popping exctasy looking for woman to hug I promised not to get you caught up in these drugs Put this gun in your purse mami and roll with a thug Your girlfriends always saying she ain't like that Well post up right there mami i'll be right back [Chorus] Shake that ass mami If you trying to get to juvenile pass him I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking Shake that ass mami If you trying to get to juvenile pass him I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking |
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