 400 Degreez » Lyrics [+ Lisätä +] |
1. _ Run For It
[Juvenile] I be comin' up wit da glock toy You can stop boy You ain't heard I'm off tha block boy Chipp-pedy chop boy Off in ya cut is where I'm layin Ready fo' sprayin' Soon as I see yo face and hand I ain't wit dat playin' My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit outta occupation So I played the game Bust yo head if you said my name I had some of deez niggaz scared I came I kno' some niggaaz out tha (mag)nolia that'll ride fo' me I kno' some niggaz hollin' solja dat a die fo' me T.C., L.T., Magnolia and six Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks You disrespectin' my mind cuz you keep comin' short I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't gon git smoke [Chorus] Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun You betta run for it, run for it, run And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come You betta run for it, run for it, run If ya ain't gotta strap but cho enemy got one You betta run for it, run for it, run And if you git into it wit a cash money brotha You betta run for it, run for it, run [Lil Wayne] I be in all black sometimes Sometimes I be jumpin out trees in camouflage Me and Juvenile got two keys we bout ta ride Dem boyz playin wit da U.P.T. well dey gots to die Man its that deep It's a tragedy That you can test me Heard I run in houses don't put it past me Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggaz Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez niggaz You'ont' want my stress troubles I be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles Wa my big brother Juvy Tol' me not to eva letta nigga screw me Tol' me if I eva did he would do me Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin' And then they start runnin' Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin like a woman Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustin' Load it up and slide it in Cock it back pop it out we ridin ??? ? I'll run in a busta spot I'll sit on a busta porch I'll sleep on a busta block Apply five and then let go !Bang! Lil' cowards keep playin, get hurt Motha-flirk see I'ont' curse But'll wet up yo shirt Look all my enemy's see me comin All my enemy's peeeeeeeeeuuuunggggggghhhhh be runnin' [Chorus] [Juvenile] You thank I'm playin-a somthin Lil Woo dey' I ain't trippin' Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittin' Two children got killed and a ol' lady got hit Look I'm bout ta git tha fuck cuz I ain' got no time fo' dis shit Now you can be comin' through And runnin to a gun if you feel That they ain't gon' do you shit cuz ya real I'ont' wanna be witcha when its hapning either I probally be some where ducked off takin a nap wit my people I'd rather see it on T.V. than see it in person Having my fucking' head hurtin' When dem 30's be burstin' Bet if yo beef see ya he ain't gon wait fo' ya dog Our all gon' try to rearrange ja face fo' ya dog 2nd line and round dem clubs ain't no place fo ya dog Dem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin ya dog I see em comin wit choppers and I know they gon' bust Lil' Wayne hol' up We kiting out sho' nuff' [Chorus] 2x Run for it Ya betta run for it, run for it Ya betta run for it, run for it Go git cha gun for it Ya betta run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run, run for it Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun Get cha gun for it gun for it more free lyrics |
2. _ Gone Ride With Me
[Juvenile] I'm charging 600 for some big hoe You do business with me, you coming back to get more My shit is fire, cause it's jogging back to twenty-nine So when niggas shouldn't have no problem 'bout me getting mine If you come at me with a shot I must say shop closed Motherfuckers try to get smart you gon' get popped hoe I buck with niggas out the Jake like Will and Paco Have conversations for bitches until they got drove Picture me gently getting twisted off the indo Baby, Lil Wayne, B.G., and me committing sins though Better beware because we 'bout to spend a billion though Don't get caught out without the shit cause you will end though 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 through my residence That's why everyday I be running for the president All in I ain't another nigga, shits irrelevant You get your head busted for playing 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 [Juvenile] You making shit more complicated than it should be You feel your death is coming soon only 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 Burb I told his daddy that's not how I handle business, man How I know you not turning, say that you be with me saying Doing business with you I'm not even considering How to be in the safe get around that you niggas in I move to fast, remember Payton 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 basis they gon' serve you I wonder if my people locked up still remember me I'm talking 'bout you laying in rotten penitentiaries 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 [Juvenile] I already got you listening to what I said You better straighten up, there, soldier 'fore I bust your head Hoe if you got something you better not even show your face Cause a nigga been doing bad and might explore your place Look, you know you not 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-eight And we gon' turn this 211 into a murder case And me a Russell gon' get dizzy out the Thunderbird And start a nuclear revolution right up on your curb Niggas keep fucking with me cause they know I'm hitting laws My truck is sitting on twenties, and I'm hitting broads If you get beside yourself, then you got to go You creeping on the C-M-P's that's not possible I hit a fifty out my chopper and I got some more You say you ready for me Woo-dey 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 more free lyrics |
3. _ Back That Azz Up
[Juvenile] Girl you workin with some ass yeah, you bad yeah Make a nigga spend his cash yeah, his last yeah Hoes frown when you pass yeah, they mad yeah You can ride in the Jagga with dadda You could smoke or buy a bag yeah, of grass yeah Got money I can flash yeah, and trash yeah I'ma Big Tymer nigga yeah, pull the trigger yeah A playa hata flipper yeah, grave filla yeah I be slangin wood yeah, out the hood yeah Let it be understood yeah, it's all good yeah Got a nigga scheamin large yeah, on the hard yeah A smooth little broad yeah from out the projects A nigga do a trick yeah, on the dick yeah You claimin you want a picture, that ain't shit yeah The nigga with the money yeah, don't act funny yeah Got birds and I'm runnin yeah, bout a hundred yeah Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X) Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up Hoe, who is you playin wit? Back that azz up [Juvenile] Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up You got a stupid ass yeah, make me laugh yeah Make a nigga wanna grab that, autograph that I'm sweatin in the drawers yeah, hard and long yeah Wanna walk it like a dog yeah, break you off yeah Get - mine you gon' get yours yeah, that for sure yeah You fuckin with my nerves yeah and to the curb yeah I know you bitches know yeah, and it show yeah But a nigga got some more yeah, I'm out to flow yeah Fresh brought some shit yeah, and his bitch yeah We be making hit yeah after hit yeah Them titties sittin 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 them out yeah I wanna see these hoes yeah, bend it low yeah Let me run it in the hole yeah, and let me know yeah Chorus [Manny Fresh] I know you can't stand it, dick bandit Done landed, see your drawers handed Freak to get it y'all, game spit at y'all Put the bitch on the wall and I hit it y'all Lookin kind of lonely, I'm feelin horny Put the dick "in the Middle" like "Monie" Big thick plumber chick, and a Hummer chick Beat the dick like a motherfuckin drummer chick See dat puddy-cat? Look at dat I love a fuckin hoodie-rat, that's a fact You'se a motherfuckin get it girl, quit it girl I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, that hit it girl Chorus [Lil Wayne] Now now now now now After you back it up, then stop Then wha-wha-what, drop drop it like it's hot Then head over to tiredofshit.tk Now after you back it up, then stop Now, 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 Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Ha more free lyrics |
4. _ 400 degreez
(Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez Verse 1: Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap Ya seen that 98 mercedes on t.v. I bought that I had some felony charges I fought that Been sent to no return but still was bought back Nigga threw some slangs at me woodie I caught that 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 that Me Cory and mercy gettin' dunked on Ride top down so we let the trucks pause In the jepp 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 yo ass up Don't even go there woodie cuz I'm ready to mas up I heard about the money thats some nice change For the right price I'll bust the right frame Why must a nigga try I can't do the right thing Only God knows what the future might bring Nigga might be shot, nigga might be triffling Nigga might survive if he bout that right flame Whats up 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 we all 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 it cuz I done had enough When it comes to my partners I'm ready to bust Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck Man let me get this beef shit over bro Aint no bit this year I'm from the 'nolia bro Whats yo beef plan 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 Keep'em with each other like a checker board in use Come in compton or the watts nigga Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga Foe ya played by a hit or retalion All fine young black females stallions Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion You far away from ya home yous a alien (Chorus) more free lyrics |
5. _ Ha
That's you with that bad ass Benz ha That's you that can't keep yo' old lady cause you keep fuckin 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 brought 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 from 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 score 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 more free lyrics |
6. _ Ha (Jay-Z Remix)
[Jay-Z] Bounce, bounce, bounce J-j-j-j-j-Juvenile and Jigga The remix [Juvenile] You at the point of no return, ha If your daddy get out the way with you, you gon to let him learn, ha Life's a bitch, ha Niggas be fakin but you ain't givin em shit, ha You stealin the bricks, ha You got a wife and three kids, ha But you be fuckin around right in the neighborhood you live, ha You own a truck, ha With tv's and cd's rimmed up, ha Fuckin em up, ha You won't be stuntin on your cell, ha Get your partner some money orders and commence to jail, ha You bout ready to roll a draw, ha Some of that drove, ha You bout to get you some more, ha You that nigga with all that cheese, ha You that nigga that whipped that girl and she called the police, ha You understand, ha You ain't gon cry like a bitch, you gon be a man, ha Where ever you stand, ha [Chorus X 2] You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire Remaining a G until the moment you expire You know what it is, to make nothing outta something You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering [Jay-Z] You done got yourself in some deep shit Now you stuck in your house, you gotta peep the remix You can't go out cuz they gon leave you in a deep ditch And hit you with the sign if you decide to keep shit The only reason you alive cuz you read lips and you drove on the block low in yo' seat an' shit Seen em mouthin off, they don't need this shit Now they sick of you duckin, dodgin, and weavin and shit How they call you when you don't return they beeps Now they ready to kill you and all your peeps You done fucked around with some wild niggas You done fucked off the dough and Juvenile and Jigga's You better get it back, or sleep where the river's at They send shots through your fifty cap They got big guns that go brrrrrrrap, brrrrrrrap, brrrrap Where your niggas at? [Chorus X 2] [Juvenile] You gotta get up off your ass, ha And make the cash, ha And stay away from them bags, ha Two and two done come together, ha Juvi and Jigga, ha Straight up guerrillas, ha That nigga Manny Fresh a fool, ha He be playin it to the bitches on every song he do, ha My fuckin album going plat, ha You bought the tape, ha Tell em ain't none of it fake, ha You got a shipment coming in, ha During the week, ha Got a little something for me, ha You boy and them be drawin heat, ha But that's your wootie so you gotta find you someone to creep, ha Nigga tired of livin fast, ha Your boy hit the stash, ha Now you wanna go bust his ass, ha You keep it real, ha You don't fuck with no nigga but you will kill, ha You know how it feel, ha [Chorus X 2] more free lyrics |
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7. _ Intro (400 Degreez)
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8. _ U.P.T
[B.G. & Baby] Cash Money slangin nine nigga (Off top playboy) H.B's and The B.G.'s (What's happing little B.G. bring it to these niggas) [B.G.] When I got that iron in my hand I'm going to slang it When I got that drama on my mind I'm going to bring it I ain't backing down from no nigga that's hatin If the nigga say I ain't bout my buisness look here he hatin [Baby] Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin Fuckin wit my H.B's nigga I'm gonna bring it Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin' [B.G.] Cause a nigga get stolen Better yet get takin Paper is burn They come fast, ya cant shake it Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation That come's from 7 hard years of dedication [Manny Fresh] Fuckin wit my B.G. nigga I'm puttin ???? and I'm a ???? me nigga That's believing worth six niggas We call hard hitters We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga) [B.G.] Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggas We see them working on something look here we riders Ain't like working niggas Any block with a flussy That goes for the boss too We ain't got no picks to choose it We get cha if we gotta Wig split cha if we gotta I know you ain't got word that B.G.'s a rider So keep it on the D.L If you got keys don't serve nobody but off V.L 'Cause they play for keeps A one way ticket to hizell 6 ft. deep It's a filthy dirty rizell On the U.P.T I was raised in the streets But I put it on my mind By the time I was nine I was pushin nigga I was slangin that nine [Lil Wayne] Na, Na, Na, Na Now them them don't want us They know me and Turk don't fuss in the corners They already know that we brothers, Blood Or whatever you wanna call it Click up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholics Plus we ballers So whatever we spin the Lex or Benz Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens [Turk] Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga) To the lane Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying Run your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayin Like a nigga on the sideline, nigga we ain't playin [Lil Wayne] Na, Na, Na, Na Now why O why Lord The nigga wanna try and die Lord [Turk] Niggaz wanna learn hard way Give it to 'em like that Make 'em suffer Put that bitch wit a bag [Juvenile] I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Who's the muthafucka?" Nigga Juv's the muthafucka, thata bruise a muthafucka Either there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks And I'm gonna ???? me nigga If they put me in that shit Look I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folks Play with me if you want but Cash Money going broke Even if it means creepin up slow Busting out shots out my black Volvo Fo sho, 'cause ain't nobody gonna run me I don't want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done me She ain't bring me in the world for that She ain't raise no ho's She could have had a girl for that I been realized, I'm all in Surrounded by the camoufalge, in ballin Make a nigga recognize, I'm starvin Go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin Cause ain't no peace treaties wodie You better leave that 45 at your house cause you gonna need it wodie I told you boy, I'm a souljah boy U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy [B.G. Talking] Slangin nine Fo sho nigga That's how we layin it down for the '98 all the way to the '99 Worldwide Slangin nine All you bus pass niggas better recognize [Juvenile Talking] This on here bouncin all out ya heard me Ask my nigga Prime nigga Ask my nigga Lac nigga Ask my nigga B Dog nigga Ask Manny Ask Ruckus Ask my brother Corey Ask B.G.'s nigga Ask Suga Slimm [B.G. Talking] You ain't got no muthafuckin heart Got the butcha knife chillin Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga Ah ha, Ah ha How You Luv That now nigga? What's up now nigga? Talk that shit now What, What's up I thought we was what kind of boys Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha [Juvenile Talking] I know yall gonna hear me all over the nation So this is for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, over the world Nigga ain't no beef nigga It's bout money Nigga if you ain't making no money I can't talk [B.G. Talking] Shut the fuck Nigga ain't got no words for ya It's all about the fetti more free lyrics |
9. _ Flossin Season
Man what's up 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 nothing to me nigga but a million hoes is game to me playboy [Chorus:[ B.G.]] 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? more free lyrics |
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10. _ Cash Money Concert
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11. _ Ha (Hot Boy Remix)
[Juvenile] Hmm... You better run for it, run for it, run! Run for it, run for it, run! Run for it, run for it, run! You been known for fuckin it up, ha Them bad-ass 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha You tryin' to stay from out that place, ha Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it's too late ha You want your Momma livin good ha Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha Baby post seventy off the hook, ha Manny Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha Juvenile got them looks, ha; but you too scared to fuck with him cause he be runnin with them crooks, ha I'm the one, ha Stick a fork in that nigga cause he's done, ha for flippin the tounge, ha You got a probation hole, ha You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha You bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha One that look somethin like mine ha [Chorus 2x] You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire Remainin a G.. until the moment you expire You know what it is.. to make.. nothin out of somethin You handle your biz, and don't be cryin and sufferin [Turk] We got this thing locked, ha Cash Money can't be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha And you like my Rolex watch, ha And the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage with glocks, ha And you like it when we stunt, ha Smokin blunts, ha You be lovin them gold fronts, ha We millionaires, ha Not far from billionaires, ha Got different broads everywhere, ha [Lil' Wayne] You heard 'bout Lil' Wayne, H-O-T B-O-Y, ha Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha A remix, ha, they from the Nolia I'm from the Grove, ha And you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, ha I represent the 2.. uh 2-6, ha It's guaranteed to be... foolish, ha [Chorus (Repeat)] [B.G.] You niggaz know I'm bout my biz, ha You niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha You know I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha then call up my clique and straight flip her ha You know my click number-one stunters, ha You know we 'bout it, flexin Lex's, Benz's, and Hummers, ha You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha But don't lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha You know that jailhouse is somethin, ha Bitch niggaz buckin, but when it go down, they run to the button, ha You know the B.G. ain't right ha; you love you hoe, but she don't wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha It's goin' down in '99, ha You know fo' sho' that it Cash Money time to shine, ha You know I play the game raw, ha You know you slip up, I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha [Chorus (Repeat)] [Juvenile] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Let's say you're at a DJ, and them boys pullin' guns You better run for it, run for it, run You in the Magnolia, and my people pullin' guns You better run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga, step Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga, step Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga, step Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, nigga, step more free lyrics |
12. _ Juvenile on Fire
[Juvenile] Lets say I'm in a room with a bitch And the hoe don't wanna fuck Like a man I'ma beat my meat And get my fuckin nut Fo'sho she gonna be drove then And I'ma cut the TV off And got to sleep on that hoe then Now tell that to your girlfriend You tell her everything else She goin to be with her boyfriend You goin to be by your damn self While I'm in my benz with your friend And she bout to get nervous Baby I don't want nothing But some mouth and lip service Don't act bad Don't get mad Thats all I can do with you Cause I don't want your ass Look you kinda fine With a nigga name on your spine Now respect my fuckin mind How I'ma hit that from behind Got a hoe across the court And Molly boots the next door I'm getting tired of you rappers Its time for me to restore I done fixed these bitches house up And have them living swell But and still a nigga like me was eating a taco bell But after that shit All that trick shit I stopped it And lock my fuckin pockets You can't kick it or pop it Now I get what I can get Out of these hoes and I'm up And if she wanna flex up I'ma back the hoe up [Chorus: repeat 4X] Girl thats Juvenile You don't know he on fire 17 inch Momo's like magic on his tires [Juvenile] See I know how to treat a hoe Just talkin and great a hoe Niggas know I don't need a hoe Don't mix up your people hoe If I tell you do something You better do what I say If you plannin on playin me Better get out my way A bitch will get you killed Thats the way I think >From some old bitch ass nigga Trying to receive my bank Pussy come and it go It been like that before I got here Pussy don't wait for me or no nigga But its gonna stop here For a little while So I'ma get what I could And if she bout sucking some dick I ain't hatin its all good Now can I get that out you It ain't hard to do You a fine muthafucka And it starts with you I'm trying to fuck something till it can't see What I'ma show you with this dick You gonna thank me A nigga gonna be like that untill the moment I retire Ask them bitches bout me And they gonna say that I'm on fire [Chorus] [Juvenile] If I even fuck with a bitch She gonna know Not to conversate with niggas And to open my door My business is my business It ain't to be heard My niggas is my niggas So you don't say a word And you don't touch my shit You don't drive my shit I got dope in the house And I hide my shit I have bad nerves I hope you don't try my shit Do right and nice things I'ma buy my bitch Some bitches you gotta play'em with a long string You play them close And you gonna be bangin wrong things You got something that I hear you don't wanna bring You not a muthafuckin player you a punk main Let me get one of them hoes up on this dope dick Stop handcuffin that bitch let her approach this You know when Juvenile comes he has to smoke shit I'm on fire on fire And you know this [Chorus 1.5X] [Juvenile] You can fuck my bitch You can fuck my bitch You can fuck my bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire [Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot] My bitch is your bitch My bitch is your bitch Your bitch is my bitch My bitch is your bitch My bitch is your bitch Your bitch is my bitch more free lyrics |
13. _ Rich Niggaz
Why, why, why Why, why, why Why, why Cash Money, Rich Niggaz Look [Lil' Wayne] Loud pipes, big rims Nigga, that's my life When I pull up at the club sorry that's my night I know a lot of haters probably sayin that that's not right Well, my diamonds so much bigger So, that's my life Gleam, gleam Now, only carry big face and you hear the ching, ching Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen Ha, ha, ha I crack myself up I know I talk lot but I can back myself up Got a little house on the beach that's where I shack myself up You ain't really got more money than me Think about it Let's just say somebody gave me a check to think about it So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it And me with no ice is like a Prince concert that ain't crowded They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12 And we was next Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L Le-Le-Lex Ha [1st Chorus] I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot [Juvenile] Juvenile used to be R-E-T-A bound Now I be bustin these bitches head when I come 'round Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit Look into my bed sayin that's a mad hit I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shinin My Rollie ain't mine and my bank ain't climbin You lookin at a multi-millionaire in the flesh Might don't have it now, but I just got me a check I can walk it like I talk it, play it how I say it Teach it like I preach it; now, put that in your head Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand - ain't nuttin Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethin Meet me in the casino, way in the back Losin money like a motherfucker, still shooting craps Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status We make so much money IRS be lookin at us [Repeat 1st Chorus 1X] [Turk] I got more ends than Bonnie have in a factory I'm Lil Turk, I'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control Playing with millions, laying in condos Nigga I shine, shine through the fucking week The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat Don't hate me, 'cause I'm a little bawler Got more weight than Angola Fucking your girl Carla Nigga I stunt, And I'm a stunt 'til I can't no more Chest lit up like the oaks >From the diamonds I sport Yo, I can't be touched Don't think I'm too much, nigga I'm rich what the fuck Rolex crushed out with the bezel And all the foes that get close to me got to be on my schedule I got so much money I don't know what to do Buy isles and cars And break bread with my crew [2nd Chorus] I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot B.G. on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot [Paparue] Uh, uh, uh Hear me It's like, monkey see, monkey do Rolling with the Cash Money Runners I stay true Cause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar scene Holding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer ??? Benz, or in the Lex Bubble When I start they said I had no fame Now all the girls just end up calling my name 10 G's to ??? Fax the contract to big Cash Money Cause you know this whole clique right with me They're right with me Sip-pe-di-dy Won't count the diamonds just around my neck X amount-a dollars on a bankroll check If you want to really come and sing with me Those that got me wicked, then I do some free For free! more free lyrics |
14. _ Ghetto Children
[Verse 1] In these times we gotta hustle cuz our pockets be hurt Lil niggas wanna get fronted from who got work Is she ready for that, you wanna wash the bus 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' through because they love the shit So don't come with that no one bout it shit was cool Niggas tried ta 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 ya big time 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' ta run G Cuz I don't like dreamin' bout 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 Hundreds I'm considerin' Lex it for a millian 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 gippin'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 won't drama Fuck with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see I'm out cha 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] more free lyrics |
15. _ Follow Me Now
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 more free lyrics |
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17. _ Welcome 2 the Nolia
[Juvenile] It's world war III where I'ma be with 2 stars better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool Move all your valuables, cuz them boyz at your throat with them calicos I mean, me myself, i just don't wanna see nobody get hurt Wanna live? Keep your black ass from out of my turf You look like wanna of them boyz that ain't never been fucked over I'm bout to change that, send that boy to THA NOLIA Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets If he think we fakin, he gon' know after we cock it And come to the PJ's, if you wanna score something Get my peeps laid cuz we make motherfuckers catch the cut quick Might laugh with ya but we ain't to be trusted I tie my solja rag tight around my head man Now I'm gettin processed with a red band [CHORUS [Juvenile]] We release with amminition when our beef is in site Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up [Turk] Solja's be camoflaugin' Hittin blocks realla, they be bout ridin YOu get chopped realla, at any timein' Cuz in THAT NOLIA they play tha game raw No more beats closin shop when the beef start Ah, ah, I don't think you're ready for these niggaz LDTC-6 coated wild willas Head bustas, and wig spltitas where I'm from Choppas max, with red dots in the drum Playinin it raw with dope That's how we play it, duckin Chris, flat top & big red Wootay ain't nothin nice Spin corners in broad light, can't move stiff like ice Get killed if the price on yo face, me & Juve burn with case, from the scene with fled Take hits like black & moe did back in the dayz At night in tha nolia, niggaz be in tha hallwayz [CHORUS [Juvenile]] We release with ammunition when our beef is in site Way up in your jurisdiction bout to turn up the light NO vest, no chest wootay jeopardize your life Now we ain't gotta explain to ya, this for everybody Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up [Turk] Nigga done flashed up, I had to deal with the bitch Catch em' down bad, and put some steel on tha bitch Let em' know this young nigga, ain't to be fucked wit 2 time I'm comin through, 1 time you gettin ya wig split When I release, aimin straight for your top Non stop hollin purse nigga, you gon' drop THA MAGNOLIA chest opena', glock toatera', block soakera' Down for a murdera' In tha rover, choppin ya down, put your sets up nigga Represent that uptown [JUVENILE] Fuckin wit theze real boyz, I'ma kill ya You don't want me hot at you, you know I'ma GORILLA I've been trained to get way low in the mud Molded on tha streets and used to runnin wit thugs Nigga you fuck wit Turk, you gotta fuck wit me what Where is you gonna be when them boks (reeboks) in tha mud Don't make me come down there and show one of you bitches Don't make me come down there and blow one of you bitches [CHORUS Juvenile]] We release with ammunition when our beef is in site Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up But throw ya side up nigga, throw ya side up But throw ya ward up, nigga throw ya ward up [CHORUS [Juvenile]] We release with ammunition when our beef is in site Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up We release wit ammunition...we release wit ammunition When our beef is in site...when our beef is in site... We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site When our beef is in site... more free lyrics |
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