Juvenile Hell

Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

Hey yo i'm takin it uptown, and niggaz know my name
Little shorty insane, so feel the pain
And the wrath of the five foot murder
I'm goin out baby uzi, style
Catchin bodies like i hit skins
The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard
More four-five, motherfucker die
My crew is live and real with a street deal
Automatic causin havoc when i hit
I flip and rip shop i'm on some homicidal shit
Little nigga loco, catchin bodies on a solo
Props for killin cops i'm hellbound
I'm on a motherfuckin mission, i'm goin at it
You want a freestyle kid i'm wilder than the penile
Back up off me, give me room to breathe
And you takin up my spot? nigga please
I'm as bad as they come, there ain't nuttin good
Used to be a gentleman but you can call me hood
Matter fact, fuck that kid, you know my name
Peace i'm audi, me and my motherfuckin crw

Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

Ah one two, microphone check, who's next?
The five foot three, time to catch wreck
Set the situation motivate your mind
I'ma, step ahead and not a step behind
Bass now come again, checkin for the little lyrical
?? and chat be milky like cereal
Poof i make you move when i move i bet i make you
Buck i make you bugged as i kick the mega flavor
So i'm the kid just slippin the slang
What's my name, what's my motherfuckin name?
Fight, i make a fight motherfuckin buckwild
Shootin niggaz up like it's goin out of style
So rusty ?? sharpen up your blades
Load up the clip, take a sip, what's the flav
I roll the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, i get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall i say more?
A real lil nigga with real motherfuckin skills
Far from weak, so get off the fuckin deals
Do the do cause i'ma do mines too
Just chillin with my crew, peep the flavor

Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

[prodigy]
Check it
My man hav' got my back with the tec 20
To shoot em up if the niggaz get funny
My shit is real, i had to pioneer in this
Around the way, all the fake niggaz fear this
Paragraphs bust your membrane
On and on i bust through like teflon
The little p, is not to be stepped upon
And if you think so kid then you're dead wrong
Little, far from big, yo a type small kid
P, i represent the brothers from queensbridge
To make a long rhyme short i smoke weed
Sip a forty, yo fuck the court
So bad they tried to lock me in a group home
Prodigy's hard but fuck it i can rip a ??
I catch wreck with the einstein's intellect
And get stupid like a stimulated dummies mix
Feel the wrath, feel the aftermath
Even if you tooken notes, kid you couldn't pass the class
I keep a loosey in the chamber, cause beef got me shook down
Paranoid, ain't got no time to fuck around
So bypass the clock when it's time to go at it
So we can pop em off if the chumps want static

..

Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

[havoc]
Check it
When i rap i kill mics like a nuke blast
Little hav's the man, the man gettin van damme
Buckwild, rockin with much style
Check it as i wreck it, strip ya buttnaked
Pause and stand still while i just split a phil'
And double up on ki's and make somethin like a half-mil
Shorty's in it to get paid
No doubt, i got clout with the females
Put it in detail and write it
And if you ain't givin pussy, then bitch you ain't invited
I'm on some other shit that you couldn't fuck with
Destructive, and couldn't give a fuck kid
Little niggaz don't die if they said so they lied
Immediate death to those who tried
The dark-skinned brother, unlike the others
When niggaz see my crew, they know to burn rubber

..

The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heat
Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face
Little shorty flip the script, huh
On any punk ass nigga or bitch
The little brown skin buddha sucker, little motherfucker
I dwell, in juvenile hell (yea yea)
I got the shit that make you wanna catch a body quick
Fuck em up, bust em down, queensbridge style
Street corner thug, my title neighborhood partygoer
Noreaga was my idle (yea)
So what you wanna do nigga
My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways
I got mad props, for killin cops
Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good
My twenty-five weighs a ton so run
I'm cockin back on your black ass b and it's like that

Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4x)

Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the phillie
I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully
What now, coward ass nigga - you ain't tough
Fakin jax, i'ma call your motherfuckin bluff
Niggaz that violate get me vexed
Son got the mac, noyd got the tec
I'm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up
Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three g's
Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound
(??) yeah kid, you know i got dat
Jump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep
? on my vest in case niggaz wanna shoot me
Niggaz blazin at my ride, but i don't give a fuck
Cause i retaliate, with the bullshit two-five
It's only right, that i represent
Sip on the e&j, straight fuck around and get mega bent
Me and my crew, wild for days
Burn up the stage like a motherfuckin heat wave
Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain
Niggaz try to front, but they know my motherfuckin name
Straight from the bridge, yeah, you know my style kid
I have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid

[ragga chatta - can't make it out]

[big noyd]
Blowin niggaz out the frame, yes it's part of the game
If your style ain't fit, you need to flip the script
And get on it, you might think it's all about that bullshit
But shit get real, with a mac and two clips
Niggaz with a hoodie, hmm, somethin's up
Thought you heard a scream, and next i heard a buck
Bow, i knelt down, one knee on the ground
I pull out the glock and twin pull out the four pound
Shit is real sprayin rocks on the block
If you wanna carry g's you got to carry a glock
And go all out, get down for your crown, don't fuck around
Nigga tried to front, believe me get beat down
And turn around get popped with the glock in a sec
While your man got the tec to his fuckin neck
You know my style kid, you know i'm wild kid
Don't try to front that make me flip and catch a damn bid
Representin from the 'bridge, you know how it is
My name is big noyd, stomp em out kid

[mobb deep chorus while big noyd speaks]
Knowhati'msayin? big noyd in the motherfuckin house
Representin from the queensbridge housin
My man big twin, knahmsayin, vic nice
?? like that
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it flowin check it out
Shout out to my motherfuckin goodfella
We got my man ?, rapper g
??, knahmsayin? stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em out

Chorus: repeat 4x

The pressure...
(you gotta find a way to deal with) dealin with the peer pressure

Verse one: havoc

As a young black teen, everyday i, deal
With the pressure and mixed up is how i feel
I walk the streets with a fuck you attitude
And when it comes to my peoples you ain't half as rude
Follow the crowd or be a leader, take your pick
Now i'm smokin buddha philly blunt style
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so i choose
To take a piece of the action
But my sober state of mind won't let it happen
So twenty-four-seven it's the number one stresser
Dealin with the peer pressure

Chorus

Verse two: prodigy

Most don't understand how it is
In the world of today growin up as a young black teen
I used to dream, of bein a architect
Easier said than done, believe me it's hard to get
Out of the projects, without forgettin where you came from

My parents told me from day one
Finish school and avoid all obstacles
But my environment, makes it so impossible
For instance, build a strong social life
Without messing up still trying to live right
Like in junior high, i used to wonder why
Certain females went out with certain guys
Then one day, it all dawned on me yo
You gotta be down, and have it goin on see
I wasn't down with the mainstream or
Should i say their team, now i'm gettin steamed
Gotta find a way, to get accepted by my peers
So now i'm sippin on beers
Buyin new gear, nuthin but the best
Forget levi's strictly polo and guess
But how would i make the cash
It gotta be easy and it gotta be fast
Thinkin to myself does that make me lesser
Just, dealin with the peer pressure

Chorus 2x

Verse three: havoc

Around my way there's a kid that most don't understand
How he lives is it negative or positive
He has a grade a average
But when he's on the streets, with his friends, he's a savage
A freshman of high school, daily attendant
He never got in trouble never did he get suspended
Good little kenny who would believe
He dropped out of school to start to smoke weed
I saw the signs but i didn't pay attention
Because he got offended everytime that i would mention
The drinkin, the smokin, the low school grades
And sleepin in class laid back with his black shades
Nowadays you catch kenny hangin in the hallways
With his crew findin more ways
To break out of school, and hit the block and get buckwild
Stay out of the way of a mad child
Cause he's a product of, hell
Kenny never fell but he's gonna fall overall
So let's take a trip to the ghetto
Where kenny got drunk and bought a burner off his man so
He pulled the trigger and the suicide note right
"i'm glad it's finally over and i'm finally dead
And no more, do i have to feel, lesser, or
Deal with the peer pressure"

Chorus 2x

Bitch ass nigga, yo it's time to pull the trigga
I might be small, but fuck with bein bigga
Niggaz wanna throw with that bullshit but step aside
Pull out the four-five, and kill him motherfuckin dead
Pump his ass with lead
Never fakin moves, motherfucker run the jewels
Buckwild, blowin niggaz out the frame
Matter fact, don't call me shorty, kid you know my name
So next time, you see me, you better duck me
Cause i don't give a fuck g
Catch wreck with the tec then i'm out like quick sex
Who's next, bitch ass nigga?

Bitch ass nigga - nah you don't want none (4x)

Kick it when i'm wicked and all smoked out
The little nigga that gets on your nerves so read about
You say yo shorty trauma, what's all the drama?
I shoot em up like their last name was farmer
Shorty got the death wish, i wish to die
But when i try, it just goes by
You couldn't kill me because i can't kill myself
And if i got beef then i got it for self
And if i catch a body, i catch it for self
To me, murder is good for the health
Little man paranoid, mr. schizophrenic
Thirty-five niggaz wanna funk, don't panic
Just shoot a head up, or take your beatin like a man
Or pull a burner if you want a longer lifespan
That's how i see it if i gotta die so be it
But maybe one day, my luck'll run out though
Until then, i couldn't give a fuck yo
Little shorty one time, i'm goin all out for mines
Cause there won't be a next time
So what you wanna do punk, back up a little
Gimme some space, i'm hittin hearts, street sweeper
A little crazed nigga from the streets
Raised in the ghetto, i'm puttin out heads yo
I'm open, time to catch wreck, put em in check
Snap his neck, grab his loot then jet
Who's next to be a victim - easily ripped up
Get ready to run when i ripped em
Drop to the floor, feel the wrath of the drug war
Call me a thug who gets buck when i want more
Maniac react with a tec 9
Hit me up now cause there won't be a next time
Nah you don't want none

Bitch ass nigga - nah you don't want none (6x)

Who's that nigga standin with the jewels?
Throw on my hood, cock back the tool
Just to get a rep, yea you god damn right
Just lick lick shots cause i don't fuck with fights
Back on the ave, and five-oh arrive
Chalk on the ground where the motherfucker died
Niggaz know who did it but ain't nobody snitchin
No word of to myself, if they do, i'm flippin the script
Settin it off, yo, put em in a dopefiend
And cut em up like protein
The lord of criminal juvenile crimes committed
Set it some bitch-ass nigga, i'm widdit
You couldn't fuck with the skills of the five foot
And all it takes is a set to get your crew shook
You're fucked up, kid your rap styles sucks
I'm bustin niggaz, like my first nut
Should i pull the trigga
Huh, no question

Bitch ass nigga - nah you don't want none (9x)

They got me locked in spofford, the lil juvenile criminal
Two kids approach to put blades to my throat
They like my coat and ask me what i'm gonna do for that
Give it up? huh, you don't believe that
So i threw on my hood, pulled out the banger
Swung it at the kids, that put me in danger
They put away them blades and said,
"why it gotta be like that?"
Cause you get a little ox, and don't know how to act
Yeah, now i got props, and i'm runnin shit
And when it comes to phone time, you don't get none of it
So sit back and just chill
Before you make a lil nigga have to get, ill
Only got a month left, so i gotta be on my best
But yet and still herb niggaz wanna put me to the test
So i wild, with a blade and a kool-aid smile
Let the juvenile catch wreck for a sec
Damn, i wish i could put my hands on a
Nice-ass tec, and blow a nigga to babylon
But if you don't, got a knuckle game that's a damn shame
Nigga ? for, they got you washin drawers
But i refuse, cause i got nuttin to lose
Props i gotta earn, plus i gotta pay my dues
So in the meantime, i got a ox in my pocket
They got me locked in spofford

Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down

To spofford, and jv's worse than rikers
Adolescents that ball hardcore
With the criminal minded juveniles
The real lil niggaz step out of the piles
And i'm not takin no shorts while i'm up here
Spit em up, gem stars, but ain't no scars here
Protective custody's got mines
No type of help, i'm in here for self
And so i got locked up on a one to two
On the bus, catchin beef with mad crews
Run my shoes, fuck that, i'm goin out kid
But not too buckwild, cause i gotta finish my bid
Four times, for my peoples up from the 'bridge
Here, it takes a lot of heart to live
Behind bars, child correction
Trapped in the buckwild ? east section
They got me smokin the death sticks
Niggaz got me fightin for my life, cause shit is real
Shorty kill a man got locked down
You want a buck sixty, you betta betta back down
On the streets a hood, but in here
You're up to no damn good, nigga i wish you would
Try to take mines, and try to shank mines
Shorty corrupt, there's no stoppin me
Even in jail, i tear shit up
And when i get out, it's gonna get worse
The devil in the flesh
I'm puttin hammers on a hearse
So while i'm in here, don't forget my name
Ain't shit changed, i'm still the motherfuckin same
I couldn't bitch up when i got here
Cell wreck, i got shit locked here
One more month i'm goin uptown
To the big pen, and i'ma still win
Cause jail is my life, and i like it here
Ain't no rules, you can do what you like in here
Jailhouse blues, i miss the ghetto
C.o.'s think they're five-oh's with no heat
So what am i to do when they step
Put em in check, and throw hands with a redneck
And now i got a little crew to watch my back
Lunchtime comes huh, you ain't gettin none of that
Cause i got shit sewn up real tight
Not one bit of fright, while i'm locked in spofford

Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down