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JUVENILE lyrics - 400 Degreez

Welcome 2 Tha Nolia

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[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...

Throw It Up

J. COLE "The Come Up"
Yeah Yeah, uh Yea, Yea Yeah Carolina, nigga Fayettenam, nigga Yea This is for them street niggas to them deep niggas, Them politics, them geek niggas, To them freak bitches that swallow dick, it's real. Or them sheet niggas ain't proud of shit niggas, and still, Even them bleak niggas without a cent could feel. I never sleep nigga, I gotta get them mills I never cheat nigga, my heart is with the ville. When niggas greet niggas with hollow tips, but chill. You'll never reach nigga, I got an itch to kill. Word, a nigga bringing heat to the third My shit in every street, like the curb. So bitches wanna meet cause I'm deep with my words, So them niggas wanna peep like a perv, But peep game. Before they start saying "He changed," A real nigga can never forget where he came. So if I'm up in Carolina kicking deep game, Or if I'm riding through Queens like the E-train, I throw it up! Yea If you a down south nigga, throw it up, (and) If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (ay) If you a mid-west nigga, throw it up, (ay) If you a Fayettenam nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a ATL nigga, throw it up, New York to L.A. niggas, throw it up, Yeah, Chi town throw it up (yea) As you niggas smoking more kush, South niggas wreaking niggas, ask George Bush, Ask Bill Clinton, a nigga Will Smithin' My jeans a 'lil less baggy, money still fittin.' The streets a lil less rowdy, but they still kickin' Them Randy Johnson O.G. niggas still pitchin' And yeah, I know she got a man, but I'm still hittin' So when he be up in that shit, he be like "This feels different," No shit, throw dick like the veteran I am, I got that vitamin D, it's like medicine to them. I got her climaxing like it's never finna end, That's why she fucking me a lot better than her man. She try a new trick, she so wet a nigga swam, Like a salmon in this bitch, my dick drowning in that shit. They love a fly nigga on that frisbee shit. Plus a nigga get Gs like them Disney flicks. I throw it up! Yea If you a down south nigga, throw it up, If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a mid-west nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a Bull city nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a H-town nigga, throw it up, (yea) You represent that Bay nigga, throw it up, (yea) And if you from that BK nigga, throw it up (yea) Greedy niggas want the money, so that's where my aim is, Hoe niggas love the attention, wanna be famous, Real niggas fuck the attention, they know it's dangerous, Rather make a mil' and nobody know what my name is, (uh) But that's the price when you nice with it. And them ladies gonna like cause you light-skinned, I take advantage of the situation, I'm hitting dimes from Atlanta up to Pennsylvania. They catch feelings and I switch next, "I made it clear baby, just sex, I'm too young to settle down, shorty get dressed!" Even them white girls tryna be my princess, But I only fuck with sisters like incest. I've been stressed, I'm so in-depth, I get this weight up off my chest like a bench-press, I sense death in the air, but it's nothing for me, Some niggas better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it? You slow niggas still ain't felt that shit. How she gonna upgrade me dog? I built that shit. Rapping's a cash cow, finna milk that bitch, You better hit up homocide, I just killed that shit, boy! Throw it up nigga! Throw Throw it, Throw it up! Yeah!

Lean

JARREN BENTON "Freebasing With Kevin Bacon"
[Hook: x2] You put the codeine in the sprite And then you mix it all up Then you sip it slow That's how them killas get fucked up We call it Lean, Lean We call it Lean, Lean [Verse 1:] Bada-boom, bada-bing White cup of lean Blunt full of green In the cut as I lean In a cutlass supreme Fuck with a team Got her tucked in a jean I'm a show you what I mean When I cut a nigga clean, scalpel please Throw a mufucker off the balcony She don't wanna (gulp) when she give a nigga head Cause she said that she's trynna watch her calories It's the weekend Let your hair down, swallow semen She just wanna be my girlfriend Bitch, wake up ho, are you dreamin'? I got wife and I got children I don't need you catchin' feelings What the fuck these bitches sniffing Cause you trippin' Listen Philippine, billie-jean, guillotine, ritalin Drizzling, Jiggling, Ringaling, Niggaling Chainsaw blade goes ring-ring Get a motherfucker for the bling-bling Bitch I'm on the lean-lean Girl you on the same thing Wayne ain't on it no more, let it go, I'm a bring-bring Chain Flame, get a beat, it's drink Gone off of mufuckin' sprite and promethazine [Hook] [Verse 2:] Lean, on it Half ounce, quarter pound, throw it in the bong Nigga we, on it You ain't gotta fuck it, you ain't even gotta suck it Just pull out my dick bitch, breath on it I often drift, where was I? Lean in my cup and I'm feelin' so high Dude get the keys to his automobile And if he can't walk straight then you know we can't drive! Lean it, swerve it, please don't let a nigga crash Cause I've got a cab Shoulda, coulda, woulda, never woulda been a coulda shoulda If a nigga had Throw up in a bag Eastside, throw it on a map Cut open a blunt, then I fill it up with hash If I get the pussy, I'm a put it in a hat I'm a pull it out her mouth, then I put it in her ass like Cocaine, lo mein, propane, rogaine Gold chain, no brain, Cobain, Don't mayne Profane, no shame, slow vein, no vein No lames, squares and no names No limit, hit 'em with a tech and a gold tank Ya'll niggas hate cause I'm doin' my own thing ATLien, finding my own lane Pop up and I soda pop the codeine [Hook]

Throw Your Set In The Air

CYPRESS HILL "Cypress Hill III - Temples of Boom"
Every Nigga out there wanna be down with the crew Some ain't got enough heart let me ask you-this Would ya be down like a soldier Loyal, and do everything I told ya I can mold ya into a warrior Down for ya neighborhood Workin up to a G with the flava Criminal behavior, on ya mind When I got ya back ya know I got ya back each and every time Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like ya just don't care Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like ya just don't care It's time to exit that busta nigga Get ya hands out ya pockets and your finga on the trigga Let one fly, we don't die, we multiply Throw yo set up in the sky I cause you can't fuck wit this Nigga when I got the glock ya betta duck quick Cause I ain't havin it If ya got ya gat ya betta start grabbin it I can handle it Soy numero, uno, mero mero You know I run wit Muggs and the perro Firin up that heater When I'm throwin up a set I got my nina millemeter La scandalous, killafornia, where I'm from Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum I'm buckin on ya ass now ya know where I'm from Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like ya just don't care Throw... Throw... Throw... Let me take ya to the dark side of the moon Tell mama that ya won't be comin home anytime soon Cause I got ya under my thumb Nigga what set ya claimin Betta be the same set I'm claimin Take a look around count this amount of soldiers When I'm chillin on the east side of town And it won't stop till I'm done Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum Throw... Throw... Throw...

Extra, Extra

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
Like a whirlwind pyramind Word to D-O-C nigga the lyrics here Terrestrials in the chest where the spirit live You not fuckin with the best extra extra Read all about the extra terrests with turrets They all wait in line for what's next Abracadabra the crowd went deaf Eyes went stage right but I went left In one single bound went from M-Y-S P-A-C-E man the mp-three man to mtv man All by the willpower of my great skull like he-man See man... I'm much better than These young fucks runnin a muk yellin veteran Arms to short for them to sport them a letterman... So just chill young padawan I'll guide you in the ways of the force The crowdll stand idle in amazement of course So lounge on the drama (Mama, mama, mama) Take that nigga They say I'm Kevin Spacey K-PAX nigga One mic one show three acts is a, masterpiece Harass the beast Until he throw down his sword (Ok one more time one more time) Til he throw down his ride T minus ten til the throw down with god

Time's Up

JADAKISS "Kiss Of Death"
[Jadakiss] Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God And...it's hard just being the boss Being I can't go to jail cause them years'll cost me Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me Rather just sit back and roll a dutch Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs Never underestimate niggaz, or over trust them Uh...yeah them M's is right in my face I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace If it don't jam, the Tech will spray When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't escape the devil Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what [Chorus: Nate Dogg] The time to talk is up So bring the heat, play time is over While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground [Jadakiss] I know how to get my pairs off me They can cry and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty It's a symptom if you bobbin your head Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip When I get it, you already know I'm throwin them bricks Puttin purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin them nicks That's right, homey, you can't move me I ain't goin nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies All you shootin is the breeze, a bootleg uzi I'm just waitin on a que like Suzie, don't lose me These penitentiary chances that I take Should be able to get the mansion by the lake But I invest my bread into something else Into something else that'll make something melt You just gotta feel the kid if not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatever [Chorus] [Jadakiss] Aiyo, niggaz know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just wanna rock for a century Then chase the book with the documentary If you, can't do nothin other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from +Blow+, let's go Don't make me put your heart in your lap Fuck ridin the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track Hop out lookin crispy, fresh and new In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue And, I don't know you. But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through Ya'll ain't fuckin with Jason After I cash in, there's really no justification Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up [Chorus]

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