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JUVENILE lyrics - 400 Degreez

Juvenile On Fire

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[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

Diggin On Da D-l

ESHAM "Closed Casket"
[Esham] Can I dig ya on the D-L? Pure satisfaction Tricks B-Real Time for some action I'm one of them niggaz that don't smile But fuck that pussy like it's goin out of style For a while I've been gone,but I'm back I kept the supersperm trapped in the jimmy hat I gotta bitch I been dyin to fuck So many niggaz tryin to fuck In line to fuck Baby girl,got it goin on Hit the motel,to the break of dawn Late night with my late night freak Nigga on the creep once the city fall asleep I like to dig these hoes,dig this here I bust a nut in a magic trick then disappear But you still unaware, cause you blind hoe You out yo mind hoe So stop diggin on the down low [chorus] He wanna dig it,dig it She wanna dig it,dig it We wanna dig it on the down low repeat 1x Now it's alot of hoes in my city And this shit's true Everybody's fuckin But who's fuckin who I gotta watch the bitch with the big,fat butt Cause she want the nigga with the big,fat nuts A man is measured by the things that he has And if you ain't got shit Well I guess you ain't shit, unless Yo game is tight Yo name is right,wrong you can get the bitch for the night Cause Cash Rules Everything Aruond Me Money make a bitch pull her panties down,G And yo,you just don't know It could be your hoe,yo So stop diggin on the down low [chorus] 2x Niggaz wanna dig what I dug when I dig it Some wanna squig what I squg when I squig it So dig it I'm wicket And ain't nothin like cheap sex,love is free But a bitch gotta pay me Ain't nothin goin on but the rent Love's like time cause it all gets spent On bullshit day in and day out Some hoes think trickin won't play out Now who's that nigga bust a gang of nuts In a gang of sluts But you still don't hear me,though Relax your mind and tricks unwind Check the Morris Day ,cause it's time Stop diggin on the down low [chorus] [woman singing]

Rabbit Run

EMINEM "8 Mile Soundtrack"
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits, I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks, Every time I go to get up I just fall in piss, My life's like one great big ball of shit, If I could just put it all in to all my spit, Instead of always tryin to swallow it, Instead of staring at this wall and shit, While I sit writer's block sick of all this shit, Can't call it shit, all I know is I'm about to hit the wall, If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits, This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it, I aint dealing with another fucking politic, I'm like a skillet bubblin' until it filters up, I'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up, Blow this building up, I've concealed enough, My cup run'ith over I've done and filled it up, The pen explodes and busts, ink spill's my guts, You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts, But I'm a show you, what, you gon' feel my rush, You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch, Feel to dutch, I'm about to tear shit up, Goosebumps, yeah, I'm a make your hair sit up, Yeah sit up, I'm a tell you who I be, I'm a make you hate me cause you aint me, You wait, it aint to late to finally see, What you close minded fucks were too blind to see, Whoever finds me, is gonna get a finders fee, Out this world, aint no one out their mind as me, You need peace of mind, here's a piece of mine All I need's a line but sometimes, I don't always find the words to rhyme, To express how I'm really feeling at that time, Yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes, It's always me, how dark can these hallways be, The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3, This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (Tear) I'm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest, Of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slum, Can't think of nothing, fuck I'm stumped, But wait here comes something, Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out, new pad, Crinkle it up and throw that shit out, I'm fizzling now thought I had figured it out, Ball's in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out, I'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade, Sign that I'll spit to the grave, real enough to rall you up, What me to flip it I can rip it any style you want, I'm a switch hitter, bitch, Jimmy Smith aint a quitter, I'm a sit here till I get enough, For me to finally hit a fucking boiling point, Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin bitch come get destroyed, An MC's worst dream I make them tense, they hate me, See me and shake like a chain link fence, By the looks of 'em you would swear that jaws was coming, By the screams of 'em you would swear I'm sawing someone, By the way they running you would swear the law was coming, It's now or never and tonight is all or nothing, Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back, He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest, I be back baby I just got to beat this clock, Fuck this clock, I'm a make them eat this watch, Don't believe me watch, I'm a win this race, And I'm a come back and rub my shit in your face, Bitch, I found my niche, you gonna hear my voice, Till you sick of it you aint gonna have a choice, If I gotta scream till I have half a lung, If I have half a chance I'll grab it, rabbit run...

All Bets On Ace

As I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I tell 'em I should fear no man so where my enemy at? I'm movin' dat Phantom wit' cannons See the curtains is black I murder you niggas for certain and I be in and be back Like an Energizer bunny I keep it goin' in fact Hop on any track and demolish Don't you bother wit' that Cuz that bitch who bother Me them hollows out the Tahoe We be poppin' like it's bottles Chop you up like a sarodo in fact I get on any shit and rip it peep my energy pack Just name any nigga dat want wit' me riddle me that Riddle me this, if I don't rip you consider me wack I'm on top of the fuckin' game so y'all do better than dat But I think dey runnin' late dey takin' breaks Before you think or even blink I be off up in yo' place Put dat heater to yo' face And tell you lead me to the safe Don't cooperate dat caution tape will cover up yo' place This is All Bets nigga on that muthafuckin' Ace That is I greedy guy, run up in and take yo' pies If you niggas wonder why, look it's in my fuckin' eyes Never wonder what's in mind, give you just a bit of time I'm starvin' you fuck niggas out of yo' mind Fuck yo' problems, fuck yo' momma Fuck yo' baby momma drama, fuck yo' sista Fuck yo' daughter, when you fuckin' wit' the Devil We are rebels Hear the tremble when you walk over them pebbles Wear them guns like it's a medal bitch I heavy metal handle grip, word shop like it's a sander I'm 100 and loaded like a muthafuckin' Rambo Make you scramble from this ammo That I put off in this hammer, bitch it's hammer time You asinine, I'm mastermind And half the time I'm over time And after mine there will be none If there's some they runnin' from me half the time Yes I am a problem I be wildin' I be smilin' while I'm askin' for yo' wallet What you drivin'? Give me diamonds Ask yo' lady she desire me cuz I'm fly as any pilot Quitted college just to follow me the sight See on an island, I am G-U-T-T-A put this bass up in yo' face Until you feel the b-b-b-b-bass from this K-K-K-K-K I am runnin' in yo' place it is I Yes Ace Mister H-Double O-D Mister get you when you sleep Mister see me in the street Bitch I'm a muthafuckin' beast, I never sleep I just go eat And if I hear of any beef, and then I want a lil' piece Just let me get a lil' piece I walk yo' block and hit yo' street like I'm a muthafuckin' G A matter fact I am a G, and you a P-U-S-S-Y All you niggas said I couldn't, and I told you to yo' eyes And bitch I'm on some murder mind And bitch I'm on some other grind You can't compare me to yo' kind Just listen up and wonder why Yes I am blind to you niggas rappin' wit' no passion Can't imagine, ever yappin' I be rappin', spittin' magic, let you have it Now let me breath and let me free you some satisfaction Huhhhhh October 14th, Gutta Like I told you niggas befo' See I be in and be back I'm like an Energizer bunny wit' no energy pack Fuck lettin' you niggas go breath, you can swallow the track Or you can swallow all them hollows that insert to the gat And see I gave, won't fold now I'm back in yo' chest It's all bets on the next nigga show me yo' best And next time I come around have that check and da cash Just tell dem niggas Khaled they should put it all on yo' man Yeah, put it all on yo' man October 14th I'm takin' all bets in advance

Y'all Ain't Ready Yet

MYSTIKAL "Mind Of Mystikal"
[Precise] Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man! [Mystikal] I know, I, I, I know I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I I know y'all niggaz... Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga thirteen motherfucking years through this shit bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz Aw shit, it's on nigga [Chorus:] I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self When Mystikal hits the door (door closing sound) See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to Some niggaz just need to be warned It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own nigga go ring the alarm Matter fact better know what it take for the back of your head to hit that grass Let' s get this straight from the jump I ain't playing with your bitch ass These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets to the hills, to the back of the tracks A-A-ask them hos, did I do that I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches I'm the man with single and double and triple and four five six time them bitches I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg Much bone and I don't fail a test Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river I can't be fucked with, you can't touch this better grab hold Bitch I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole! Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All I'm harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws! But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though! [Chorus 2x] [Precise] So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga face cause bitch the man right here You nigga didn't think that I could swing mine Bitch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying) Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein I'm fire like Cayenne! You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina's (damn Gina) Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner It's all in the way I lay my game down Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me to prove that I'm the man Bitch I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan I got no love for no b-i-e-otch Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b'gosh But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do Matter fact I'm a tell you mother fuckers three things I'm a never do One : never gonna change my style Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high Suck big dick and die Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade the tan shade man with the braids Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward I done offended these niggaz compare me to niggaz that gotta practice looking hard Bitch-a won't leave me alone I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone Black prince of the south that's my title Bitch I'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow (Inhaling) whoo there they go y'all niggaz ain't ready yo [Chorus] Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don't harm me Bitch I'm entertaining like Cedric and I'm mac like Bernie I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim I can click just like the boot camp but I'm conscious like daughter Bitch I'm insane but um, you still be wantin to claim that I'm your partner I'm Down just like Bust plus I'm Ice just like Mike And I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just ice like precise I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see shit Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at FREAKNIK

Love How It Feels

THE JACKA "The Jacka"
[Jacka] Let's go I come through bitch With my muthafuckin' niggs And I couldn't give a fuck By how you hoes feel Dip through with the steel All in a bitch's face Put my sticker on her ass Tell her let a nigga pass At the summer jam With my backstage pass Bought 'em from the base So we thuggin' on the grass Watchin' time pass Cuz I'm waitin' on the real shit Performin' at the after party Sold when you see a mix Scream real loud bitch Like your real proud A G got tossed in the crowd Then I got lost in the cloud In the Benz With my nigga Twin Honkin' at her and her friends Watchin' her, watch the rims I bet they wanna hop in Even though they on dubs Too love what a thug do I know you got your bread right Let's see if your head right In the traffic in the middle of the night [Chorus x4] Do you love what you feel In love with you [Husalah] Real gangsta Yo, uh, yo Real gangstas everywhere Smokin' rope in the alley Just don't care Swangin' eights in the alley The Hus long here All the hoes on my dick I got to be there But I'd rather hang out And hustle all year Cuz the paper don't stop The block is on pop It's the dope game, cocaine Locced out to the brain Give shit 'bout a bitch Silly with the chop man I'd rather hang Wit my niggas on the drug spot Don't talk on a snitch when his gun pop 1 double O duece 3 Niggas gettin' packed in a row 'fo deep Movin' on Fourth Street Yeah ho, check out my shit I couldn't give a shit about A shitty haired bitch Tossed up, purssed slut Tryin' to get rich Slide my shit down a [?] and burned Gone on a bitch Gettin' dope-fiend dumb Nigga gone off this shit And I don't pop pills I pop niggas with the clip You faggot ass nigga What are you smokin'? I know to dip hard To the knock I'm yokin' Like what All my murder dub niggs in Oakland And my Hunter's Point hustlas Keep the chapper smokin' Gave a kid up out my low-life, gangsta, hustlas All you child ass turkey I don't fuck wit suckas Havin' fun like it's '81 The hoes love the way My perm hang in the sun I'm outtie 5 G [Chorus x4] [Jacka] What up bitch, yeah that's me You a model from L.A. But you couldn't believe All the shit that you seen When you came to my house Thought it was a hard cock Till you seen it float out Rob sittin' on the leather couch Lookin' like Bob Smokin' more than a ounce Close the door Took a trip upstairs Got sucked on the floor Then I called her a whore And I spend way more Than your pops can afford So get the fuck out for real You punk bitch And I ain't nothin' like Any of the niggas you fuck wit Just ask Boo James That's my DJ, he'll tell ya Ain't nothin' worse than a failure So get your shit together Punk niggas tryin' to send 'em And see what's in 'em And every love that I drop On a chick is venom I got bitches that suck way more Than them bitches that suck the floor on your tank That's so real I better paint a picture in your brain You must be lame if you can't [echoes out] [Chorus x4]

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