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JUICY J lyrics - Blue Dream & Lean 2

Don't Trust

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Who I be? Juicy J One bitch won't do shit, I gotta fuck two a day Always 'bout gettin' paid Paper chasin' and I can't let a single dollar get away Blowin' money like weed smoke Spend a couple bands just to make it all double back On the block like a running back Put the chopper at your ass, have your tough ass runnin' laps These niggas beefin' with each other over lame ass hoes Seen the same bitch suckin' dick in the club for some Rosé Mo A few words of advice better keep my name off your tape, young nigga I got niggas that'll kill for me, if I say the word they gon' pull that trigger Once again, I be goin' in I be at these niggas necks like a violin Nigga fucked up, gotta go and try again 1-800-GET-RICH, broke nigga dial in Let me tell you people what a boss is You ain't rich if you still got broke friends Cause you know they still hate on a nigga Tryna get some money, they gon' send you up a river [Hook:] I don't trust these hoes And I don't trust these niggas I don't trust these hoes And I don't trust these niggas I don't get caught up though I pull them triggers Cause I don't trust these hoes And I don't trust these niggas How can a nigga trust any one of you clowns? When my own family let me down Everybody in this mothafucka, hands out Bullseye on a mothafucka's grands out Sore thumb swag, niggas know I stand out Pull up in the Casper, then the bitches ran out Neck shine like police lights Niggas lookin', say we hood light street life, beef's cookin' Flash money 'round ratchet hoes, they gon' steal it Bitch fuck with my money, somebody gettin' killed Gotta watch these niggas, gotta watch these bitches I trust my chopper to watch my riches Sewed the game up like stitches Fuck snitches, you niggas comin' up short like midgets I try to keep the shit one thousand With the niggas who kept it one thousand I'ma hustle, fuck loungin' When I didn't have shit, you didn't come around then Thought she was my bitch, she was your bitch Her bitch, his bitch, a for sure bitch You caught feelings, now you wanna kill her Don't get upset, dog, that's just the real her These bitches love givin' head, love spendin' bread Sellin' pussy on the low, what you said? [Hook]

Watch The Sound

FAT JOE "Represent"
[Diamond D] Ninety-three it's time man (All out yo, because youknowhatI'msayin..) [Fat Joe] A Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE) Fat Joe (HOE) -- it's time to get the dough! Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE) Fat Joe (HOE) -- it's time to get the dough! Boom bip, BAM, here I am Even fans in Japan, be tellin me I'm the man Fat Joe, a.k.a. the woman fucker Beat you down to the ground, stomp your face with my Chucker So niggaz back up, yo I'ma set it Fuckin with me, you won't live to regret it I don't fake moves, I break peeps I'm takin niggaz gold chains, they cash and the Jeeps See I don't give a fuck about a niggaz rep We can go glock for glock or tec for tec, sheeeeyit I heard a motherfucker wants to turn snitch I cut the niggaz head off, and sent it to his fuckin bitch I ain't lettin a nigga take the stand Play Sammy the Bull, be one dead man See suckers can't hang with the slang And if they bring the whole gang well then they'll all catch a bang-bang I come from the Bronx and not the Boogie Down Niggaz don't ever come and front in my part of town See everybody knows my pedigree There ain't another motherfuckers that's better than me I could make em pump, I could make em jump But I'm mostly known for givin other niggaz lumps So niggaz better chill and maintain I'm blowin motherfuckers out the frame And if a nigga try to flex Fuck around, and catch a motherfuckin suplex I wet a motherfucker like a shower Don't test the Puerto Rican power Fat Joe in the year of ninety-three Peace to Grand Pu', and my man Diamond D So _Punks Jump Up to Get Beat Down_ Yeah, but for now watch the sound Watch de sound when I tim-berr (4X) [Grand Puba] Check it Yo Fat Joe, it's time to fuckin flow Niggaz know the game It's time to blow the bitch-ass niggaz out the frame Guess who comes to represent If you motherfuckers don't know, well here's a hint It's the God and I still bag chicks Make the girls feel hot, be like a faggot with the bag of dicks So come on cause I'm comin for the basket Say goodbye to your friends, and start headin for the casket So Doogie make the daquiris; and light the chocolate that you got from Willy Wonka in the Chocolate Factory Let's squeeze a trigger for the nigga See I flipped to the 'lo, cause I'm through with the Hilfiger Cause I flips the flavor-loo It's good for a fuck or two, you couldn't see this no matter what the fuck you do I smash that ass like a block of hash Then I rob you for cash, you little bitch ass Watch de sound when I tim-berr (4X) [Diamond D] Niggaz know the flav, I don't have to take a step I earn my respect then quiet as kept Yeah, guard your grill if you try to catch wreck Smack the back of your neck, and take your YouthCore check I make more dough than Gregory Peck Never have to raise a fist, I keep my stunts in check I play a nigga out, like a Las Vegas dealer Living in the light, just like Karen Wheeler So back up, and take a good look, because you should look at what a good cook, can do without a fuckin cookbook I don't sniff coke, and I don't smoke coolies Even Italians say I'm one cool moolie But niggaz call me JoJo I'm quick to stick a chick, cause I kick the Willie BoBo on the Northside, on the Southside, on the Westside You can't budge me nigga, even the best tried to pull a fast one, but you know what happened to the last one (What) He got his motherfuckin ass done (Yeah!) So step up, front, I'm not a bitch-ass chump Chicks by the clicks, cause my pockets got the mumps See I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with Don't try to play yourself, cause you'll be stuck with a motherfuckin ice pick right through the cheek I'm leavin crab niggaz, layin in the street I won't 'fess, walk around with a vest Knockin niggaz off, cause I could care less You want a fair one, FORGET IT And your girlfriend, yo I let my man hit it So save the bluff, you know you ain't tough (yeah) I pull your card cause you're soft like fluff kid I never ever did a bid I punch a nigga down a Row named Skid Watch de sound when I tim-berr (8X)

Boyz N Da Hood (Lil' Nigga Pt. 2)

ACE HOOD "Starvation 3"
[Hook:] Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin Lil nigga, lil nigga [Verse 1:] Hunnit round on the backseat Catch a nigga slippin on the back street Big fire loaded and it's ready Homies get it runnin like a track meet Young nigga tryna catch a body He don't even know what he started He don't give a fuck about nothing Trappin every day to Yo Gotti, fuck it! Horny 15 and they fuckin Projects livin with his cousin Mama on drugs and his daddy don't care Got a dirty glock boom, he a bust it And them lil niggas sellin trees Steady he enlist with the fiends Never follow rules and he barely go to school Drug test him and he wasn't even clean Lil nigga, lil nigga [Hook:] Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin Lil nigga, lil nigga [Verse 2:] All a young nigga know is murda Always know he's standin on the corner Big homie givin in the game Started with a ounce and a burner Fuck nigga runnin round lurkin Extend in the clip so 30 Creepin real slow in a reaper See a nigga peepin through the curtain Hold up, lil nigga fuckin up his life He just wanna earn some stripes Send him out shootin at another motherfucker When he see him man he says on sight, damn He don't really playin for the set He'd do anything for a check It's only two ways he gon end up goin Either prison or he's fuckin round dead Lil nigga, lil nigga [Hook:] Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin Lil nigga, lil nigga [Verse 3:] 4-5 niggas in a rental Duck boy, tints on the window Catch a few niggas at the corner store chillin and they plottin on how they gon kill em, man Lil nigga with em like fuck it Roll up on them niggas, start jumpin Before they even know it everybody hit the ground Goddamn it's like they seen this shit comin Woa! Smash on the gas, nigga hurry Heart beatin fast, niggas worried Never leave evidence, never leave fingerprints on a car these niggas so dirty Black car caught them at a light They ain't even know it 6 masked goonies and the clips on fully Hot dog and they startin unloadin [Hook:] Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin Lil nigga, lil nigga Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life Lil nigga, lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga

4 Minutes

JUVENILE "Project English"
(feat. Hot Boys) [B.G.] You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh We drop classics nigga, uh-huh Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling But yet it's my block my hood my set nigga Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can't trust 'em I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever Click clack! I got to have it, no matter what, the, situation be I'm bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green UPT 13 and CMB is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga (4, minutes, left!) [Juvenile] Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak Niggaz comin home tryin to hit 'em a lick Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz They stuck in line, but right after it's all over The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki's While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street You representin It better be M-A-G Or niggaz gon' get mad and, never let you leave A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley Willow Street, Robertson and T.C. It's on fire from the wars they cause A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge (3, minutes, left!) [Lil Wayne] Yes, one-seven nigga, look Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me Need them, birdies You should see Weezy Prices, cheaper than the average, ki's be We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers What the, hell What is that I smell No it's not but it's a dead body by the canal My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him Blunts, we pass 'em; guns, we have 'em We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos Brrrrrrr! Reload - *tch-chk* explode Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what (2, minutes, left!) [Turk] Look.. look, look Plenty got diamonds in my Rolex Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin neck It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped on my gat I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat Trust that if you play with me I dress in black That's a fact don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad() You head your lose that, ain't no comin back back, I'm tellin you Play with me your people people gon' be smellin you Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' carry you People don't have no money they can't bury you Don't have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two Bought that insurin yourself cousin Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin Gun I'ma peel it nigga you can run cousin Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin (I hope you got the message!)

Nigga Shit

E-40 "Loyalty And Betrayal"
Straight nigga shit, nigga shit [Mack 10] I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us For me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickest I dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic'Wid'It and Click-ish Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin [B-Legit] I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga No matter what you say nigga, long as you pay nigga I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours? We turn housewifes to everyday whores Send 'em up in stores with the false ID to get DVD's and big screen TV's Wanna be like me? I run from vice Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice I know it ain't nice but nigga that's life Black black on the scratch, no tradin back 2000 'llac, can you fuck with that? Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko All strapped down with the roscoes [Chorus: E-40, B-Legit] [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Sick shit, big nigga shit [B] Big nigga shit [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit [B] Hard liquor beatch! [D-Shot] Here I come.. steppin out the Vader They call me D-Shot and I'm about my paper Been in this game since eighty-six One of the first bosses to hit the independent lick Y'all know my dawgs is the C-L-I-C-K Them true boss ballers that done paved the way I throw my Roley up in the air It cost me 25 K, do you think I care? I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get 'em You know them 600's with the V-12 emblems? The rap game's been good to me I like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P. The lavish lifestyle that I live consist of big-ass parties and sippin gin We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce We hit the studio and then bounce [Chorus] [E-40] See I'ma, street walker, gun clapper Papered up hood nigga livin like a rapper If you see me you would think I sold a million copy like what's-her-name? Ice all on my body All kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for the worst One of 'em got a pair of ?? school college scissors in her purse Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig' (beatch) Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig' See I'm a slick talkin boss playa full of straight mindgames and schemes Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans Tell her she's the sweetest, pull her mental file See if I can help cause she's livin in denial (bitch) You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o's Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes (what else?) Hella perved, standin on my P's and toes [Chorus] [Suga-T] I'm sportin Benzes, Cutlasses, smoke trees and hustle for G's Pop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin sprees Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony I'm a boss bitch botch Known for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotch Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit [sung] We're just some real ass niggaz We're ballaholics everyday We're not your ordinary niggaz Our only motive is to get paid We're just some real ass niggaz We're ballaholics everyday We're not your ordinary niggaz Our only motive is to get paid We're not your ordinary niggaz We're not your ordinary niggaz We're not your ordinary niggaz We're not your ordinary niggaz {*ad libs to end*}

Pull Up With 100 Niggaz

JIM JONES "Miami Vampin"
[Hook:] Pull up with a hunnit niggas Smelling like a lot of weed Pocket full of hunnit beans We them niggas on the scene We been them niggas with hunnit niggas Smelling like a lot of weed Pocket full of hunnit beans We them niggas on the scene We been them niggas [Verse 1 - Jim Jones:] Still running around like a hunnit deep Fuck you think, ain't nothing sweet Might fly to your town, then fly niggas down, then come to your block like a hunnit deep All black truck, guns in the jeep Loft Miami straight from the beach Might [?] liquor, get something to eat A nigga do trip, give him something to keep New York nigga don't play that 2 door with the seat way back (Facts) Nigga due owed better pay that These niggas right here want pay back When I had the braids going straight back I was straight gang banging like A wack Now my wrist all rocky like A$AP You about that life then say that Shouts to my niggas in Ksack Some come home, nigga some go straight back My nigga side [?] did 8, came home nigga like "Yo where the cake at?" Niggas wanna trip, then we hit em with the clip, and we shoot a nigga up like take that, take that, take that Like Diddy voice in 94' we [?] [Hook] [Verse 2:] A hunnit deep looking like a stampede Who you muggin' nigga? You don't do a damn thing Touch one nigga get your whole head knocked off Big blunt got me smelling like hot sauce Pocket full of money I feel like a teller Slide in a bitch I'm stepping on Marcellos Step on a scene got these niggas all jealous Whole team fresh like a pack of gum Hunnit niggas yes that's a hunnit guns A hunnit funerals, that's a hunnit nuns Touch Capo get a shot to the head Touch [?] Feel your ass up with lead Touch Greezy we'll leave your ass sleep Yeah we them niggas that's up on the scene Got niggas watching you, watching with beams Vamp life, all you fuck niggas in dreams Freddy on the beat I'm a nightmare nigga A hunnit deep so don't fight that nigga If I don't got my gun, got my knife here nigga So don't fuck around, lose your life here nigga Up in the club we mobbin' with Zoe's Miami vamps you know how it goes Fresh as fuck we bring the cameras out [Hook] [Verse 3:] These niggas be fraudulent and these bitches be faking All my niggas not cases, but never made no statements I dropped out of them bandos I kept me some montaga When the night fall I switch cars, my garage look like acres I feel like Floyd when he in the ring Made a quarter mill with the Billie Jean Big 45 with the limousine Turn a nigga beef into chili cheese Keep my lungs full of collard greens But we on though by any means I need sprite and a pint of lean All broads get the Jimmy Dean Hit the block with a Glock, it's a rock, watch the ball like I'm in the league It's a blackout When I'm booked for a show it's a packed house I live that shit y'all rap 'bout Get a bad bitch blow her back out You know a nigga bringing them stacks out Straight to the studio from the trap house Got my first rap check blew it all on a chain That's 20k on a nigga neck now [Hook]

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