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Juvenile - Welcome 2 Tha Section Lyrics

Juvenile - Welcome 2 Tha Section Video

(feat. B.G. & Bullet Proof from The Hot Boys)
 
First Verse B.G.
 
Is you bout what I brang nigga?
Biggety-bang nigga?
Get it through your head before I let it rang nigga
Whoa nigga, you ain't a friend, you a foe,
Hoe nigga, I gotta let the pistol go,
Show niggas, that I ain't the one to blow on,
I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on,
I roll with niggas, that tote big chrome,
Uptown V.L. off top niggas bustin' domes,
Paper chasin', racin', to six figures,
The law bitchin', I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers,
Smokin' niggas, all theyself Locin' niggas,
I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' niggas,
Scopin' niggas, cuz I'm the same broke nigga,
Snort dope but I still maintain sellin' coke,
Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker,
Snort a lil' doper, A.K. toter,
I'm a spittin' I'm a solja,
Take it off your shoulder,
Respect nigga I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder,
Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty,
Respect my fuckin' mind, gotta get my nose dirty,
Playa haters wanna kill me,
Juvenile I know you feel me,
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,
Refuse to let 'em steal me,
Nigga fuck ya, I'ma pluck ya,
Struck ya, wasn't beware of the headbusters
 
Chorus Manny Fresh:
 
Headbusters, wig splitters, one time,
Hot Boys committin' that crime,
Welcome to the section of the Hot Boys,
Look out for the infrared dot boy
 
Second Verse Bullet Proof:
 
S.K.'s, choppers, that's how we play,
Ride all day, give up your spot for much yay
I hear ya got it, shop close, we hit'cha block,
Unload the glock, seventeen, we leavin' ya hot,
Bodies drop, no more shop, in this spot,
I made it hot bustin' with the glock non-stop
I'm full of that block, a young G about my cheese,
Jackin' for keys, frontin' back to real G's,
Tryin' to make my mill, freeze, slip you get killed,
The shit's real act a donkey behind a dope house deal,
Straight from Uptown, real niggas we in the Wild,
Yellow tape style, bound to make the nine growl,
Bodies found in the dumpster, by the youngsters,
Shouldn't trust a, Uptown head buster
 
Chorus
 
Third Verse Juvenile:
 
Where the villains be, is where I stand,
I'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand
Showin' you bitches the reason, that I'm the man,
I'm stoppin' you hoes from breathin', you understand?
Comin' with that A.K., full of that pure,
A cold night in February I had that bitch like New Year,
You better watch me cuz I be comin',
With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin',
Bitch I'ma represent, my .45 pay the rent,
You bitch you, you fuck with me it's a must you get'cha issue,
I'ma be standin', in the Magnolia with the cannon,
And sure to start damage,
Watchin' these niggas, cuz they donkeys and fools too,
Might look like they spooked, but don't let them niggas fool you,
Every breath that I breathe would be beef, so I snorted,
Then proceeded to make my enemy's life short, bout that,
Pistol play, fuck what a nigga say,
Two-twenty three's then breathe fire out the hallway,
I found myself up in other niggas beef,
Know that them T.C. niggas would die for me,
We probably be,
In an all-black fist full of that bitch,
And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin' to get rich
If in my way, I'm gone funk ya,
Imagine your body deteiorating in a dumpster,
What you gone do? Ain't no runnin' when the Mafia finds ya,
I'ma, UPS your death like the Unibomber,
I can't sleep, I got so much beef in the game,
Every hotel that I change I use an alias name,
Me and B.G. on a hunt, full of that pluck,
Two niggas with pistols, tryin' to make a come up,
 
Chorus
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Juvenile - Lil Boyz Lyrics

Juvenile - Lil Boyz Video

Juvenile
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't ready to go to tha pen
You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men
You lil boyz better stay in your place
You lil boyz ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case
You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl
You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world
You lil boyz had better hit you a lick
You lil boyz shouldn't have ta ask another nigga for shit
You lil boyz don't even respect your momma
You lil boyz don't even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer
You lil boyz swear to God it's a game
You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name
You lil boyz always be makin' a scene
You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens
 
(chorus Lil' Wayne)
Look, you lil boyz better slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
 
Baby
You lil boyz better clear tha block
'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop
Can't let it slide 'Cause these lil boyz ain't right
Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight
I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess
Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
You're outta line if you're playin' with mine
Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil
Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather
Fuckin' with my cheddar
B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever
But, however, if I could do
I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool
 
(chorus Lil' Wayne)
You lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look
 
Mannie Fresh
Check it out, check it out
You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y'all shit
You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see
You lil boyz know y'all time is up
You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck
You lil boyz kinda like had '99
But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it's mine
You lil boyz need ta (???) with y'all's friends
You lil boyz really women with paws like mens
You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn
You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'Cause y'all children
You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats
You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets
You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty
You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town
You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns
 
Lil' Wayne
Look, look,
When.. I.. ride.. dog
Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog
Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog
'Cause I'm about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga
Look, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
Keep sprayin'.. tha MAC-11.. burst
Hit 'em where it.. hurts
I'ma shoot.. first
Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!)
Blood all over tha place
Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place
It's Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now
If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down
 
(Chorus Lil' Wayne)
Look, look,
'Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
 
Lil' Wayne
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
What
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Juvenile - H.B. HeadBusta Lyrics

Juvenile - H.B. HeadBusta Video

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
And keep key 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' retailate, they might just be afraid
Some niggaz I been fuckin with come told me what they said
They still wrong! They wasn't let it 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 chopper, look I'ma slang it 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, it 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 it better just have been a plot
Cause if not, lil' shit could escalate to big shit
One of your little mans'll be the one pay you a visit
Enticed by them niggaz, 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 this shit up in my hand? A piece of chrome matter
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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Juvenile - My Life Lyrics

Juvenile - My Life Video

Juvenile
Who the f**k nigga hittin shots in the truck
Hope I'm able to make this right turn, my Neon f**ked
The wodie that I'm with, bawlin up like a bitch
Instead of tryin to retaliate by bustin his shit
My leg already f**ked up, been playin it bald
Now I gotta drive the car too, (?) and all
Left arm on the steerin wheel, right on the Mac
Them niggaz brought it to me raw so I'm bringin it back
Out the window with it dumb sinnin, but I crashed
This boy went straight through window his stupid ass
And I'm noticin I smell gas
Gotta bust a airbag, get out the car fast and haul ass
I still gotta duck bullets that cut through bricks
What the f**k I did to make niggaz want do me like this
Won't be long 'fore one of the bullets ignite the gas
They'll meet even the buildings gonna be ash
 
Chorus 2X: TQ over harmonizing
My life my life my life my life
My life my life my life my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
 
Juvenile
I'ma go on to survive but the story returns
After bein treated several months for 3rd degree burns
My lil cousin Denaun flipped out, and murdered his children
I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurtin her feelings
He's lookin at a L, swearin no need for a trial
Accept it like a man bitch or live in denial
Whatchu think the people gon' say, when they look at his file
Hear that little boy, snicker he in here for a while
 
I had a shit bag on me, I could barely walk
Everybody knew the story but was scared to talk
I read lips when I pull up, right after I park
I hear a nigga say whass happen wo' but not from the heart
Word gotta be out, a lot of tension's in the air black
Your everyday niggaz ain't even muchly makin transac'
If I think about a gun, I'ma get ten
The people got they ears to the streets and they be listenin
 
Chorus
 
Juvenile
Niggaz be knowin them bitches slippin when I'm dishin
I'd rather be locked down in prison than come up missin
But that goes to show you how fast the laws work
They was peepin with somebody that punished them boys first
Don't they know the people still thinkin I sent the hit
I'd accept it if I did it but they wrong for that shit
To the police, I sounded like the boy cryin wolf
Cause they know I like slangin rice shootin dice with the crooks
Everythang in life I accumulated I took
It's a neverending episode, my life is a book
I'm hot, so I'm ridin round up in Rock (?)
There's a funeral pass, two cops and five limos
Man that's one of them niggaz was tryin to snipe me
I betcha everybody in that crowd don't like me
I should go up in the bitch bustin
But they got innocent bystanders that never did the clique nothin
 
Chorus repeat 2X
 
(*TQ harmonizing*)
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Juvenile - Never Had Shit Lyrics

Juvenile - Never Had Shit Video

Juvenile That's right, Cash Money done
Took over this shit, motherfuckers.
Y'all don't know how ta do it. I'ma
Show ya how I live. (Number-one
Stunters.) Peep this shit out, lil' one:
(This is how the fuck we do it, boy)
 
Juvenile
My pockets flooded with money like it been rainin' for months
Put Jackie Chan outta business, tha way that I live stunt
Man, I'll spend fifty G's on just a chair and a sofa
Got tired of all that drivin' so I got me a chauffeur
Gettin' head watchin' TV on tha block of Magnolia
Give tha kids twenty dollars when I open my door
My grill like marble floors, was workin' with four
After we score, I laid there and got me six more
Now my body needs ta be treated, I'm 'bout to get weak
Full of that shit, gon' kill that man, he got me hungry and greedy
They call my watch tha North Pole cuz it's flooded with ice
It's a bitch in tha day, a motherfucker at night
If somebody get my jewelry they'll be set for life
Buy a house before tha wedding, and a ring for tha wife
Money ain't shit ta me because I'm young and I'm blessed
I don't carry no cash; it's credit cards, or checks
 
(Chorus 4x Juvenile)
Actin' like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', There's some asses.
 
Baby
Nigga, I stretched tha Rover, stopped playin' with these hoes
Got a hundred on my left, fifty on tha wrist, ho
B.G.
Fuck, I be shinin' from tha clothes, cars, jewelry
Got seven-year-old children wanna grow up to be like me
Baby
Niggas pullin' up, drivin' off tha showroom floor
Got a mouth full of gold so I can boot these hoes
B.G.
Somebody asked me tha time, I just had ta look back
Showed them tha biggettes on my watch and said how I could see that
Baby
Got trillion cut earrings so I can blind these hoes
I'm tha number-one stunter fuckin' rap-hoes (rap-hoes)
B.G.
Stun'n is a way of livin', ya fuckin' with my clique
Try ta pay tha dealership that sell tha shit that don't exist
Baby
I got all my hoes ridin' Lexus Coupe two-door
Put tha Cadillac up, it was movin' too slow
B.G.
We Cash Money stunters runnin' long as tha street
You wan' verify our cash, go ask First NBC, nigga
 
(Chorus 4x)
 
Turk
Look, look
Bitches... say I stunt too much
It's o... k cuz I can back it up
Know you gon'.. let me.. do what I do
Rock my Rolie, ride drop-tops, too
'Til tha day I die, I'm gon' shine
Drive top-of-tha-line
Pop bottles of wine
Break bread with my cliquer niggas... niggas
Toss hoes, take naked pictures... pictures
Rap, hustle, get paid, nigga... nigga
Try not to get a big head, nigga... nigga
Look, you like my watch, ha
You like my ring, ha
You like tha way it look and how it bling bling, ha
I got so many karats, I could feed ten rabbits
Got so much ice, cool me down when I wear it
Every nigga in my clique... bubble and glide
Every nigga in my clique... sittin' low and high
 
(Chorus 4x)
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Juvenile - G-code Lyrics

Juvenile - G-code Video

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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Juvenile - Back That Azz Up Lyrics

Juvenile - Back That Azz Up Video

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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Juvenile - Something Got 2 Shake Lyrics

Juvenile - Something Got 2 Shake Video

Juvenile:
I put my trust in myself and my 9 first
Y'all niggaz second, third, and fourth because I'm first
Can't you tell I never had nothin'
Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin'
If them people catch me I'm goin' to jail fo' sho'
My old lady ain't gon' be sendin' me no mail no mo'
While I be askin' my lawyers, When they gon' let me go?
He be tellin' me, Just be cool until you go to court
Get out, back to the bricks, it's the same old shit
Niggaz got 2.50 a piece goin' half on a nick
Back and forth to keys, but the Lil Weezy handle purchase
Popeye's for the ballers, the ghetto eatin' Church's
Shop always open 'Cause nobody never closes
Some of 'em like that needle, some play with they noses
I ain't nothin' like a candle light dinner, wine and roses
Niggaz tryin' to run throught they packets to get some mo' shit
 
Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x)
Somethin' gotta shke nigga
I'ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the reall niggaz
Jack all of the fake niggaz
 
Juvenile:
My hallways full of piss
Nigga say he gon' break me off, he full of shit
That's why I got that chopper in the back full of clips
About to go and hit a whole stash full of bricks
All my niggaz gone, I'm the last in the click
I gotta get my hands on some cash and a whip
I gotta do somethin', look
Cause this ain't gonna last long, gotta get my cash on
Come upon a superfire lick and get my ass home
Ain't thinkin' about jumpin' out Lex's and Benzes
With the TV's, and the CD's, and 20 inch 'renzes
Look here, my situation ain't the best in the world
I'm a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that Guerl
Wodie, c'mon and get your skull cracked, tryin' to erase me
I got iron ready to warbat, and it's all for safety
Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct
Cause I ain't aimin' at nothin' else but you' head and yo' chest
 
Chorus: (4x)
 
Baby:
Put a hit on a bitch, ain't got no time for no bullshit
Nigga outta line, we kill'd the bitch
Now, in my city, they burn, baby burn
4 found dead, and they burn, baby burn
I don't have no question, we all must learn
To tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churn
I got that work nigga, all y'all know the rules
I don't play, I'm a mastermind, it's a Big Tymer, fool
Pay up when you been fronted work, that's the rule
Rolls parked, I play this game with no law
Red Beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jaw
A nigga must pay, I'm tryin' to see a better day
Went to Miami bought that Azora anyway
Three time loser totin' tools, nigga that's the rules
Just the chance I gotta take on these streets fool
Flippin' chickens, corner spitin', hardtimes a fool
 
Chorus: (6x)
 
Manny Fresh:
Somethin' gotta shake nigga
I'ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the real niggaz
Click-Clack all of the fake niggaz
Lay it down
2G
You know me
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Juvenile - Get Your Hustle On Lyrics

Juvenile - Get Your Hustle On Video

(feat. Big Tymers)
 
Fa sho' nigga, off top
Believe this playboy, fa sho' nigga
 
Baby
I'm the #1 stunna, don't flinch you bitch
I cash in quick and go and flash my 6
Twenty inch dub niggaz how you love that bitch?
20 ki's or hard blocks, we call them bricks
I'm a Uptown survivor, niggaz stash the lick
Just bought a new Beemer, X-5 the bitch
Puttin dubs with a kit nigga, flash yo' shit
Puttin ice in my grill, fuck a classy bitch
I'm a Uptown thug, can't you see that shit?
I'm around the way hunt for quarter ki's and bricks
You can catch me at the club with a ghetto bitch
Or you can see me at my mansion with a nasty bitch
Flat screen, loud music, me and Fresh a bitch
Pullin out the driveway with new cars and shit
Palm trees feelin good nigga we love this shit
Watchin ducks nigga bucks, but hold up bitch
 
Chorus 2X: Juvenile
Let me get my hustle on, nigga all for Nol'
Let me make a hundred mill', nigga slow but sho'
Let me spin my new wheels in front yo' do'
Let me hit the battlefield nigga slangin snow
 
Juvenile
I wonder why niggaz always be doin stupid shit
No sense involved at all, it's foolishness
Now if a nigga take it and somebody hit yo' stash
Is you goin to bust his ass or are you gonna let that pass?
Besides, it only was a bundle of dough
You a hustler nigga, you know how to get you some mo'
Just tighten up yo' circle and surveillance your spot
If you catch a nigga touchin somethin, he gettin got
Now carry on with whatcha doin 'fore the people get hot
Leave them hoes alone cause they the reason we gettin got
If you owe a nigga pay him they be holdin a grudge
He don't want to take a loss but he'll take it in blood
Make sure fiends don't pass, make all the cash
Big fired bags and floss on they ass
I've been through some shit, that make me a survivalist
I may be a lot of different things, but I'm not a bitch
 
Chorus
 
Juvenile
But anyway, I'm not the subject of the matter
All y'all bitch ass niggaz I'm comin after
Cause the minute that I start slippin
Look at who is gon' be tryin to get in my position, niggaz is grimin
But what they don't know, I got some killers that's behind me
I used to pull it off way back in the early 90's
If any one of y'all wanna do it we can do it
Don't hold it on your chest dog, don't be pumpin fluid
 
Baby
I'm a Uptown hunter on Washington 6th
Set the line goin down (?) a bitch
They got that iron Uptown and they slangin it quick
Valence is my home, I'ma rep 'til I'm gone
Valence and Magnolia, but Greyhead roam
Magnolia Projects is where I set my roam
Saratoga and (?), I call my home
Ran through the Melphamine (?), nigga I did that shit
 
Chorus
 
(*ad libs to fade*)
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Juvenile - U Understand Lyrics

Juvenile - U Understand Video

CMR bitch. G -Code nigga, G-code nigga, G-code nigga
 
Juvenile:
I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I'm a REBEL but I'm still a gorilla (ya understand)
I'll whip ya like the Thrilla Manilla (ya
Understand)
You gon' make me have to kill me a nigga (ya
Understand)
I'm a be here for a minute lil wodie (ya understand)
Ain't bout to let nobody fuck over me (ya
Understand)
I don't need ya playa hatin' on Juvey (ya
Understand)
Don't be talkin' about what you gon' do with me (ya
Understand)
I'll ride everyday of the week (ya understand)
Ya get ya issue when ya playin' with me (ya
Understand)
I'll crawl at the spot that ya sleep (ya understand)
Get with my niggas from the block and we creep (ya
Understand)
Load it up cock it back and get ready (ya
Understand)
Make sure you be holdin' it steady (ya understand)
We gon' go in there and blow the bitch up (ya
Understand)
Soon as we get 'em we gon' all get the fuck (ya
Understand)
 
Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)
 
Shhhh, be quiet
Tonight is the night that we ride
30 camoflauge Hummers with niggaz inside
With choppers, doin surgery on bodies like they
Doctors
 
Juvenile:
I know when to get my ass outta Dodge (ya
Understand)
Look them people ridin' I'm gonna hide (ya
Understand)
I'm a wait until them bitches slow down (ya
Understand)
Cuz I ain't tryin' to be jail bound (ya understand)
It ain't over till the fat man fall (ya understand)
I'm just waitin' on the right phone call (ya
Understand)
You know them hoes gon' let me know where they at
(ya understand)
Nigga got me I'ma go get em back (ya understand)
One by one they all gonna drop (ya understand)
Right here is where the foolishness stop (ya
Understand)
I'm tryin' to get the bullshit over (ya understand)
Cuz I wanna go and chill in the 'Nolia (ya
Understand)
We need to get some more ammunition (ya understand)
Cuz somebody's bout to come up missin' (ya
Understand)
Now everybody hop in the truck (ya understand)
And when ya see one of them bitches ya bust (ya
Understand)
 
Chorus
 
Juvenile:
Fuck jumpin' out I'm a slang me some iron (ya
Understand)
When I catch them niggas all of 'em dyin' (ya
Understand)
Nigga listen up to what we gon' do (ya understand)
I'm about to give the game to you (ya understand)
That's the reason why I came to you (ya understand)
Cuz playin' ain't the thang to do (ya understand)
It ain't that hard I did it before (ya understand)
U just gon' make sure let nobody know (ya
Understand)
I'll bet ya them boys wanna rep (ya understand)
They tryin' to get the shit off they chest (ya
Understand)
It ain't over lil daddy be cool (ya understand)
Nigga tired of the nigga we through (ya understand)
You know you better stay pretty cool (ya understand)
We bout to go and punish this fool (ya understand)
Hop out the car and let that iron ring ya
Understand)
That's the end of this stupid ass thing (ya
Understand)
 
Chorus 2X
 
Shh be quiet
Shh be quiet
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Juvenile - Set It Off Lyrics

Juvenile - Set It Off Video

Mannie Fresh: Era-era.. (scratching)
Juvenile: Kick ass!
 
MF: Mmm-hmm
J: C'mon!
MF: Uhh-hunh, Mmm-hmm...
J: Ya'll boys don't know nothin' bout me!
MF: Mmm-hmm, Uhh-hunh...
J: Whodi!
MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!!
 
I'm a TC soldier, New Orleans stunna.
If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everythang from her.
The fya (???) cane, told ya mama (???) clean ya room up.
I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy a 4-runna!
I walk with a limp cause my nuts heavy.
And I like it from the back so hold ya butt steady.
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin.
Lil' mama, I love pussy, but I ain't lickin.
Now, prepare yo'self for a smooth dickin.
You don't want it? Girl you don't know what you missin.
I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin. You ain't heard?
I got a team of headbusta's, waitin' to give em the word.
I got a few in the east coast, a few in the west.
Down south give me a W, what up to the rest!
Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin to death.
No matter what I do, dog. I love my set!
 
MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!!!
 
(Chorus 2x)
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Uh-hunh...
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm...
J: Set it off in this muthafucka!
 
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm...
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Uh-hunh...
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm...
J: Set it off in this muthafucka!
 
The nigga-the-nigga-the 'Nile's in this bitch, get right!
Fuck what you heard on the street, it's CMR for life!
Still ridin' on dubs, drippin' brown and 'mike.
Jump stupid if you want, bitch we gon' clown tonight!
We got 25 choppers in the V-I-P!
Cristow, imported yak, and a pound of weed.
I know u wait'n for me to get drunk and follow me home.
Picture what I'ma give you though, a shot to ya dome.
Fuck it, if you want some be talkers. They gon' get hit too.
I'm really not givin' a fuck, don't guess I get you!
Jank, Fresh, Joe, Bubba, You gotta admit it, ha? Juvy a muthafucka!
I'm a (???) G though (???), executin' the plan.
Got a vision of the 3rd ward rulin' the land.
Pullin' up on ho's tellin' 'em to jump in the van.
Mami, please come break off just me and my man?
 
(Chorus 2x)
 
55% of these niggas is fake, the otha 45% be handlin' they weight.
55% of these women is ho's, the otha 45% be playin' they role.
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer! Take these muthafuckin' cuffs off of us!
We ain't killed nobody and this car for us.
And ridin' on 20's is the law for us!
I ain't from France but excuse my French,
Fuck ya if ya hatin', nigga! Say that then!
I been dealin' with you bitches since way back when.
Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back end.
They say my mama bling bling, and JD tight,
Cuz Juvy takin' care so everything alright.
Bitches see the Silver Seph' with the phat ass pipes.
Bein' followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes.
 
(Chorus 2x)
 
(Softly in the background)
MF: Mmm-hmmm... Uhh-hunhh... Mmm-hmmm...
J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce.
Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce.
Set it off in this muthafucka!
MF: Mmm-hmmm... Uhh-hunhh... Mmm-hmmm...
J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce.
Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce.
Set it off in this muthafucka!
J: WHOODDDII! Playa? WHOOODDII! Playa?
WHOODDDII! Set it off in this muthafucka!
MF: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
J: WHOODDDII! C'mon! WHOOODDII! C'mon!
WHOODDDII! C'mon! Set it off in this muthafucka!
J: Playa? P-P-Playa?
MF: Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya heard'z me???
J: Playa? P-P-Playa? Whodi?
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Juvenile - Take Them 5 Lyrics

Juvenile - Take Them 5 Video

Juvenile:
I hate to be doin' 5 but 10 even worse
I'ma take it before the district attourney strike worse
Beside he know what I did and they got evidence
And I'm not about to play with them people inteligence
Muthafuckaz try to stay, peep me at my residence
Chargin' me for homicide, they say it was negligent
Fuck it, I'ma accept my lick when it come to me
Now let me see how many of these bitches gon' run for me
Shit, my breath funky with a migraine headache
Big pissed off cause I know I made a mistake
But that's what I get fuckin' with pussy ass niggaz
And 2 dollar hoes that'll trade you for cash figures
They did that. but I got a way to get 'em back
Not with the police though Juve ain't no rat
Nigga tell me shit I done fallen for the end
And you woulda had that dick look when you'd caught that 10
 
Chorus: Juvenile (2x)
You gon' take 'em (Five)
Are you gon' take that shit to trial
And gon' be denied
Violate probation when you just got caught, with that ride
That alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt
 
Juvenile:
All the money in the world can't even move you
Your lawyers tryin' to fuck you, the judge tryin' to lose you
The district attourney don't give a fuck about y'all
Cause he gotta run run for office again in the fall
So everything he cross examine he tryin' to fuck over
Grudges on his shoulder, tryin' to read his quota
You wastin' ya time boy when you wastin' they time
Cause they'll start off with a nickel and try and give you a dime
You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin KC
You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin Ducky
Both of my niggaz just cam home from doin' a bit
Both of my niggaz know what encarceration is
Lil Daddy, you fightin' a war you can't win
Your guilty as charged soon as them people stand up in
So accept ya lick, you got caught with more than a brick
And you ain't gon see the streets 'til two-thousand and six
 
Chorus: Juvenile (2x)
 
Juvenile:
It's sharks out here boy, niggaz be rattin'
You be up in penitentiary and don't know what happened
Law, you're tellin' me you're wanted for murder and kidknappin'
Short on they information so they lyin' and scrappin'
You don't want to be in jail that ain't you're place
When your child graduate you gon' look her in the face
Tell her lil wodie out there hustlin' somewhere across the nation
All in the projects, take that probation
Believe it or not, you be up in the cell block
Far away from home where you can't eeven sell rocks
Bitches ain't on your side like up in the bricks
Cause once you up in the jailhouse they searchin' for that dick
Sco' no, cho' no, I'm single
My man up in jail, I can still mingle
I'm my own woman, fuck who, what, or when
My man can't whip me, cause he doin' ten
 
Chorus: Juvenile (4x)
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Juvenile - Slow Motion Lyrics

Juvenile - Slow Motion Video

Chorus: Soulja Slim
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me
 
Verse 1: Soulja Slim
I'm a dick thrower
Her neck and her back hurting
Cut throat I'll have you like a brand new version
I'ts like when she get used to it then you start serving
Hop up on top and start jicky-jicky-jicky jerking
Slow down for me you moving to fast
My fingers keep slipping I'm trying to grip that ass
Keep being hard headed and Ima make you get off me
Got human up the skys but my face is a doggy
If you loving my bark let me bury my bone
I got 4 or 5 bad married bitches at home
One of my bitches fell in love with that outside dick
That outside dick keep them hoes sick
 
Chorus
 
Verse 2: Juvenile
I'ts like I got the world in my palms
Your girl up under my arms
She fucked up from the charm
She love the way the dick stay hard from 12 till early in the morn
Fine bitches if you listening you heard me I'm strong
If you going through your cycle I ain't with It I'm gone
You must have heard about them hoes that I beat up in my home
They wasn't telling the truth baby you know they was wrong
Na make it official wheres some of that dom
I don't mind buying to, your riding to
Don't be asking nigga questions about where I'm driving you
Lil mama my shit together I ain't jiving you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do ya know
And juvenile from courtless street by derby
Same nigga that used to be running with rusty and kirby
Can a playa from the n.o.ya get a chance with it
But I can't bounce with you without using my hands with it
 
Chorus: Soulja Slim
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me
 
Verse 3: Soulja Slim
Slow motion, she open, I'm hoping that she don't leave my dick broken
With brush, burns and swollen
I'm toting she wanted me to make a outer believer
I gurantee ya ima see ya when I see ya
And just don't holla out my name like we was all that
Your pussy throw back and you know that
So stop stunting slow motion for a real nigga
I'm going off that incredible potion and imma deal with ya
 
Juvenile
I like how that victoria secret sit in that ass
Let me pour some more hip and hennsey in your glass
Would I be violating if I grab me a handfull
Im knowing what's happening all I want is a sample
Who you wit I'm in the rental today
It's going down and happening and I remember the way
Less money we spend on bullshit the more for the weed
What's it gonna take for you to come slow motion with me
 
Chorus 3X: Soulja Slim
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me
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Juvenile - Mamma Got Ass Lyrics

Juvenile - Mamma Got Ass Video

Mannie: Meet me on my track. Ah-ah..
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Waaaannnnhhh (Cat Meow)
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Look at that!
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Whoo! Ooh!
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Bring it on in...
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Ahn-hanh!
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Ah-ah..
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah.
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
 
Oh, where she get her eyes from? She get it from her mamma..
Oh, where she get her thighs from? She get it from her mamma..
Where she learn how to cook from? She get it from her mamma..
Oh, where she get them looks from? She get it from her mamma..
But where she get that ass from? She get it from her mamma..
But where she get her class from? She get it from her mamma..
Oh, where she get that chest from? She get it from her mamma..
Where she learn how to dress from? She get it from her mamma..
Where does she get her sense from? She get it from her mamma..
Where does she get her income? She get it from her mamma..
Look, where she get that walk from? She get it from her mamma..
Nigga, where she get that talk from? She get it from her mamma..
I wonder why she so crazy.. She get it from her mamma..
Why she wanna be my old lady? She get it from her mamma..
Why she be actin' like that? She get it from her mamma..
Why she ain't give me the cat? She get it from her mamma..
 
Chorus: Repeat 2X
A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you,
Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too.
A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you,
Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too.
 
Why she swear she the boss? She get it from her mamma..
Why she always gotta call the law? She get it from her mamma..
Why we always havin' arguments? She get it from her mamma..
Why she always gotta call her friend? She get it from her mamma..
Why she always gotta piss me off? She get it from her mamma..
Why she always gotta take the call? She get it from her mamma..
Why she wore that tight piece man? She get it from her mamma..
Got a nigga rock hard and I'm tweakin, She get it from her mamma..
Why she got a nigga lookin' when he speakin, She get it from her mamma..
Why she got me tryin'a get with her this weekend? She get it from her mamma..
And I heard she could fuck too.. She get it from her mamma..
She'll leave a nigga stuck too.. She get it from her mamma..
Who told her I was fuckin 'round? She get it from her mamma..
Who told her I was back in town? She get it from her mamma..
Who said don't be scared of him? She get it from her mamma..
Who said you better marry him? She get it from her mamma..
 
Chorus, 2x
 
Who told her not to fuck with me? She get it from her mamma..
Who told her I'ma fuck then leave? She get it from her mamma..
Who said I'm smokin' marijuana? She get it from her mamma..
Who said I be up on the corner? She get it from her mamma..
Why my ties all cut up? Shit! She get it from her mamma..
Why my windows all bust up? Bitch! She get it from her mamma..
Oh, where she get them lips from? She get it from her mamma..
Oh, where she get them hips from? She get it from her mamma..
Where she learn how to twurk from? She get it from her mamma..
Where she learn how to work from? She get it from her mamma..
Why she be with that trippin? She get it from her mamma..
We be chillin and she start to flippin. She get it from her mamma..
But she still with a nigga, tho.. She get it from her mamma..
She'll kill for a nigga, tho.. She get it from her mamma
And when she's shive, she draw attention. She get it from her mamma..
Natural with no extensions.. She get it from her mamma..
 
Chorus, 2x
 
Mannie:
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Wha? (She get it from her mamma..)
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Wha? (She get it from her mamma..)
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Wha? (She get it from her mamma..)
La, la, la, la, look behind her. (She get it from her mamma..)
She, sh, she, she, she get it from her mamma..
La, la, la, la, look behind her. (She get it from her mamma..)
She, sh, she, she, she get it from her mamma.. Wha?
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah-ah-ah, Ah-ah, (She get it from her mamma..)
She... She (era-era-era) Get It From, Her Mamma..
(She get it from her mamma..)
(She get it from her mamma..)
(She get it from her mamma..)
Keep it, keep it, keep it, I keep it.. I keep it..
(Hottt.. Hottt.. Hottt.. Shh...)
Waaaannnnhhh (Cat Meow)
Whaaaaaaaaa! She get it from her mamma!
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Juvenile - Gone Ride With Me Lyrics

Juvenile - Gone Ride With Me Video

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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