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JUVENILE lyrics - 400 Degreez

Run For It

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[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

Hit 'em High

(Intro) Greetings, earthlings We have now taken over your radioooo..... (B-Real) Goin' straight to the hole You ain't got no game I'm breakin' ya out the frame Coming through like a train Looking to take over the world is my goal With my unstoppable crew takin' all control You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this Get out the lane, I'm comin' through And if you don't wanna move then I'm comin' right through you (Coolio) It's like inch by inch and step by step I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck It's like switch when I bust Now you're whole crew is dust Comin' through my area, I'm a have to bury ya The real scream team on your scream scene It's like showdown on the range Go tell me who wanna tangle with the ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero? Chorus: (B-Real) We want it all (want it all!) Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!) You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!) In the game we take you to war (war!) You ain't seen nothin' like this before (all) If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low (Method Man) Insane like a runaway train I'm in your lane Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain Untamed, you won't like it when I change And you are type strange Make room, manaical monster in the game And I got my eye on you Deadshot aim, as free throws keep comin' down like rain You feelin' me, I'm feelin' you The Monstar again, i'm tellin' you Pass me the rock, now i'm headed to the basket Get up out my way is what you better do My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct You better ask it Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift? You get stripped by ballhandlers ruled by Swackhammer Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers With hang time like a coat hanger Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type dunks What up doc? The Monstar funk (LL Cool J) Lightning strikes and the court lights get dim Supreme competition is about to begin Above the rim, finessin' and moves is animated Once I get to ballin', I can't be deflated I'm rugged raw, my Monstars is gettin' money When clicks get to buggin', I'm snatchin' up their bunnies (Uhh!) Every step I take shakes the ground I'll make you break your ankles, son, shakes you down This is my planet, I'm bout business The best that ever done it, can I get a witness? (Uhhh!) Cumulus clouds bring darkness up above You in it for the money? Or in it for the love, M.J.? 23 ways to make a pay Loungin' in the mothership back around my way (Uhh!) I'm 28 light years old If the refs get political, dribble like Bob Dole Am I gettin' lyrical? Daddy, I think so Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow Chorus (Busta Rhymes) Yo, god bless!! Pick up your chest Here's an example of how I can stress your full court press With finesse, I bench-press your stress whenever you test We're speed ballin', on the fastbreak just like the pony express I'm gonna mingle in your face and take the lid off Just use your head and forfeit the game You and your team just need to back off!! Get off my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock!! I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock Throw all your money in the pot And make sure you bet all your money on my bank shot When we come right through tell me what you really gonna do? We'll leave your team name in shame and take your talent from you While you abandon your ship, we take your championship With nothing left for you to see except the instant replay clip Money spending, goal tending, stay-bending teams like crash cars Who do they be? They be the Monstars!!!!!! Chorus

Aids Is Gold, HIV Is Platinum

CANIBUS "Introduction"
Aids is Gold, HIV is Platinum YO YO I just appeared outta no where 1980 was the year, engineered as a biological weapon of warfare Now with this i generate with more fear Even though back then nobody cared and people wasn't a scared I never use to get so much attention Most of the top contenders at the time i was good friends with For instance my man small pox was hot He you to soundscan ten thousand a week and that was alot That nigga hepititase,he was hyper then me He use to get between twelve and twenty thousand a week Alcohol was the neighborhood star Bubbiling,drugs had niggaz juggling All kinds of controlled substances My man cancer was like Charles Manson Cigarettes almost made the surgeon general ban them Homicide was buggin cause he had guns to amp them And i was on the low amp cause i had a plant kid Chorus (Lisa stone and canibus) Aids is gold and HIV was platinum Sit down and ask them where you get your facts from Five hundred thousand niggas in the hood with it And a million more niggaz is getting ready to get it (repeat) Yo Now that millions is dead IM considered wide spread Number one on the top ten And considered a world wide threat To all the kids,thirteen to twenty three tryin Safe sex,unsafe sex, you niggaz need to use latex H-I-V will progress to A-I-D-S And transform your warm blooded bones to dry flesh By stressing the immune system Permiscuase men and women trying to avoid, Getting the micro organism in them From running up in they bra Ready and willing, a couple of minutes of a good feeling Is what'll kill them Break ya body down in steps Breathe for breathe and the hospital wit less then a dozen C-cells left CHORUS (repeat 2x) Verse 3: Yo I went from killing them softly to killing them harshly Minorities from twenty to forty cant afford to ignore me They do my dirty work for me Going to raunchy ass partys where they be having Orgies to transport me Threw the seaman and blood, needles and drugs Choose which one of the demons in evil you trust Cause the only way i could be detected Is by getting tested and most people Dont question the person they having sex with Is to whether or not they infected Even the people you already slept wit Wouldn't suspect that they can catch it Forty percent of the aids patients is afro Americans And we only twelve percent of the population That statement is a fact ,Latinos and blacks face it It came straight from the world health organization Its the iron fist,scientist, last rhyme kyatrist Here to diagnose that we dying quick chorus: (repeat 5x)

C'mon Wit Da Git Down

Artifact "Between a Rock a Hard Place"
Intro/Chorus: C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down (4X) Verse One: El Da Sensai C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound Where kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to pound We're strollin through the industry B, see we gotta be the next shit that kicks, cause brothers ain't got it In this rap shit, ain't no time for the dilly-dally pally throw a match in the Gasoline Alley Blew up mad spots, kids were jealous for the props See the shit never stops Hobbes, just lookin for my dillz-knot Styles we make, never fake, broke breaks in every crate Old freestyles and dirty ass copied-over tapes Notified that, the Artifacts never slack While crews is on stage wack, we just play the back Now, the flip tripper ripper slits ya wit da mixture All crews, who never paid dues, watch it 'fore I get ya Cause nowadays, it's da ways, of the underground but they're wack now, so c'mon wit da git down Chorus Verse Two: Tame One You know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who heard of me The half on the Artifacts of Jersey Cause brothers be buggin not givin love to the nuccas Sayin fuck us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers Shootin me prison nobody listens to your dissin Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin the high note, so why don't, I smile when I take pictures Cause now that I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness But biters and backstabbin rappers don't even like us But props due, peep The Source RapPages and the Billboard And read about the tours while you be flappin your jaws I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad Street Punks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my shit sounds C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down Chorus Verse Three: MC El, Tame One Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's rough enough to prove a point, that the niggaz is the joint Magazines where we're seen, now pop the tape in your deck I got the Heavy Ammunition cuz I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech Niggaz, can't believe the Artifacts acheive Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow down on your knees Yo, we ain't got the same lame, ordinary plain game Put to shame any crew who wants to feel the flame So bring submission to the rap recognition My right hand is itchin from the shit that I'm scriptin So pass the baton, to the next runner up, Tame I give a pound so, c'mon wit da git down Aiyyo, word to my grandma's tampons, I drop bombs, but since our demo tracks had gaps some said my fat raps was half-assed Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a robot with our props, so now the Notty Head Niggaz got more knots yo My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky dunk My disc in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty Hump Cuz I'm comin from the underground I'm down wit da git down MC's who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain't shit now The Artifacts, represent on every stage we step on The days of gettin slept, are dead because we keep on peepin these weak MC's, who cheese with their bologny Cause they're phony as fuck, and couldn't pull shit off a tow truck So yo bro, now you know my flow so go and sit down or c'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down Chorus 2X

U Don't Have 2 Worry

2PAC "Until The End Of Time (Disc One)"
Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fuckin car man Get in the fuckin car.. get in the car (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes [2Pac] Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown My unknown tendencies to mash my car Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump Why niggaz run I'm the last one standin the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick Bullshit nigga cause I'm still fuckin yo' bitch Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame [Young Noble] Don't remember 'Hit 'Em Up,' don't make us do it once.. more Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out..lawz We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do' Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo' We dirty as the motherfuckin streetz of Jerz We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred Holla [Chorus] You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know [Napoleon] 'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God nigga I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone Heavy in the game and we coming for they fuckin throne The love is gone well it is what it is And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya Like K said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya And when it get to poppin I'ma fuckin ball for ya And everything I do gon' have your names on it I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it [Kastro] You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest You studio niggaz still remind your vest Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat Fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it [Chorus] [Young Noble] I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the OG's raised me If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner I've been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me I love the Lord but the church can't cure me I sleep light, I wake peekin out my window With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me But don't twist it cause none of y'all niggaz worry me [Outlawz] What the fuck you didn't know? Kizza-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound Penitentiary bound, to remind you [Kadafi] Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle On some shit, get me free to let my ice click Ka-pling, ka-plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a child [Chorus] Let the punks know (repeat 3X)


[Intro: Estelle] Some men were born to be heroes Bet everything comin' up with zeroes Some think they God - but you know how that goes Que sera sera [Kardinal Offishall] (Yeah, uh huh, Jake you stupid for this one son, y'know) Aiyyo, actions speak louder than words My middle finger speaks louder than yours I'm in the hood, feet poundin' the curb Jealous of nothin' - mine is bigger than yours Standin' still, y'all runnin' with herbs I stole the soul motherfucker, I ain't bringin' it back Whack niggaz like Jamsport, holdin' me back And I don't care if you're friends with Jay Or Dre, or Kay Slay, you're still garbage Learn to parlay, before you look this way I'm heinous with mine, Kardinal made this I don't pay to get on any playlist Niggaz in the street was waitin' for someone to say this I ain't suckin' dick for y'all DJ's to play this (let 'em know) My records spin like rims on an Avis Look at me wrong, and say what's up to Sammy Davis I'm heavy nigga, the biggest libra couldn't weigh this Before you kiss your TV, you should kiss my whole anus [Hook: Estelle] Some men were born to be heroes Bet everything comin' up with zeroes Some think they God - but you know how that goes Que sera sera Some men still drivin' in the highway Do you - just do it out of my way At all costs I'm doin' it the fly way So I never say que sera sera [Kardinal Offishall] I got the most superior mainframe in the game Flows like a fifty-paper, ain't a damn thing changed On the mic I'm deranged, off the mic I'm just crazy Spit-shine my letter combos - that's what pays me In other words it's the nouns and the verbs That buys the X5's and the cribs on the lakesides I run this shit, I don't take sides What you see is what you get - most of these rappers are in disguise With no persona, so they diss guys You want to lose your profession? I suggest you test this guy The best buy in any Best Buy I'll straight burn the place down like a throwback Left Eye Ahead of the class - nobody ever left I I'm so right, I can't even open my left eye You're dead wrong, tryin' to correct I I'm like the dead in one way: no choice but to respect I, yeah! [Hook: Estelle] [Kardinal Offishall] Yo, everything I do is strong when I rap I don't bust no verses, I talk in thunder claps Give black hands daps, and X marks the map Dot city on my chest, show the world where I'm at Lift you higher than a three hundred dollar weed pack And a G4 smuggled in my jacket in the back Yeah, some question my heart and dedication Why? I'm into the pulse like a palpitation Some man dem dat I know hold down the +Big Macs+ And they come and watch you air the beef out (Blak, blak) That ain't me though, I'm regal like a pharaoh and them Leave the squabbles to the kids, I bring dollars by the pen, y'know [Hook x2: Estelle] [Kardinal Offishall] It's Estelle, let 'em know! Black Jays!

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