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JUVENILE lyrics - Cocky & Confident

My Money Don't Fold

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[Intro] What?! Flight School in the building homey Nino, it's on as a bone mayne Gettin that money mayne Puttin it in the bank account though, writin checks If you broke man it's gon' be hard for you understand this but peep this [Chorus] I know you see the cars, the jewels and the clothes Bitch nigga my money don't fold Bitch nigga my money don't fold Bitch nigga my money don't fold I know you see the Lamb' with the butterfly do's And I keep it to the side on some hoes Bitch nigga my money don't fold Bitch nigga my money don't fold [Juvenile] Oh no! My money don't fold... I'm a winner If money is the root of all evil, I'm a sinner Listen up soldier boy I bend your antenna Red dot on the center of your head for my dinner I don't talk about swag... cause I show it 50 thousand dollar cash every 12 I blow it Yeah that boy hot, Lambo's in the lot What'cha know about deep sea fishin on a yacht? Lil' kids thankin showtime at the center Retarded baby it's me because I'm shittin like an enema You garbage, I'm solid I'm on these hoes like fingernail polish Fresh out of Flight School I got it on pilot You in the corner actin stupid lookin childish You got your shades on loc but you can notice me You actin like you don't see me but bitch I know... [Chorus] [Juvenile] Every day I'm the man... I pop Louis tags I probably got your whole life inside this Louis bag You know the F1, I already wrecked one Had to upscale, Lamborghini was the next one Hold your tongue son, I be on that BS I put that on everything I am U.T. yes I was in them raids, now a nigga paid And my bitch sippin more of these champagne heads Yes, I'm everywhere that they ain't broke Seen the money then I'm already at the airport I am a star boy, you look a fan like You coulda bought two but you ain't have your plan right I got my Louis' on, cool plus iron white Sunday might go out there and show 'em I'm the man like You got your shades on loc but you can notice me You actin like you don't see me but bitch I know... [Chorus] [T-Money] I said I just got paaaaaaaid! The money playin ping pong I'm ballin at the red light, feelin good like King Kong This here the theme song, hundred fifty steam on I'm dead wrong, talkin money on the phone It's baller music, baby buy you some Boy I'ma get paid no matter how you come You can't act crazy, I'ma go and get guns I tell you what, be the quick to show up punks I hit the highways boy, with CDs and tapes Might come back with X pills, and cell phones and Bapes State to state, boy we tryin to be straight Fuck that, we tryin to bake a wedding cake They just got the new Jag, God damn that's fun Well we just got the paper, God damn that's one Because my money don't fold, spend my money on hoes We about it hoe so go and get some mo' dough [Chorus w/ dub ad lib repeat]

Still Po Pimpin'

DO OR DIE "Heads Or Tails"
Verse One: This be those Zero mutherfuckers and I'm full of that liquor Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper Better roll much quicker Niggas think I'm token Cus I'm not workin And he ain't gonna setup shop If I die tonight then I pay the price But he ain't gonna take my block Mutherfuck them down Just give 'em them pack They'll keep on comin If a nig try to clown Then I swear on mom Better keep on runnin Ya call yo' man I'ma call me man Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo' Kill one I'ma kill ten And thier whole damn mob Prepare to die fo' Keep one in the hole Better get your jack Cus I'm real when I roll When I'm up in a bowl Woulda hit him in the dark And in the light I still wont miss With a gat an ??? Muthafucker I'm a go-getter Hit a nigga in the spot And that's so bitter If a nigga ain't a man He'll fo' fitter All them eyes on yours So you know strillah To a po' killa Think I'm doped gettin hype Trippin fiend bout to explode Dressed up black clothes An layin them hoes Tight when the bus gonna get low Cus ?? Let's work from the fo' fo' Blew the mutherfuckin' head Like a mojo She smelled like ho-bo Shes scattin' dirt Gettin work for the po-po Shut em down chorus: Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Verse Two: Now it's my ??? brother Older niggas and G's For sellin weed on my spot But how in the fuck You gonna work my block Im supposed to be supreme chief In this area And since you didn't get up with me Mutherfucker Im'a bury ya The bigger the merrier I stack more G's So Im ahead of ya Im bettin ya The average field of a thousand niggas Ain't scared of ya So you have that nerve To cross the nation with your bitch ass Only got one proof That's why you kiss ass Cover your face While you get blast Them unseen murderer's Come in a dark mask So drop your Glock before That toe done tagged Or get smashed I'ma make them Feel a hundred of Berrettas Through they sweater I told you I was goin' get ya And knock you out the picture Chorus Verse Three: Now gettin my sack Get a mutherfucker whacked Kill a mutherfuckin nigga Over two keys If the bitch got beef with a nigga Its the nigga ?? And I'm all in the face with Uzi Shut the trick down Where the bitch now ??? cuts them all and the bitch down Lookin for the young punk Put em all in the trunk Get assualt with pump Cus they trick made Nigga all them flyin Dope fiends shy'in Callin security It's just ya punk ass Just ain't feelin me Take this an that Woke up in the mornin And kissed the gat Stash the patch Pass the gat While then fuck your nation What you facin Violation Clean your neck Off this ?? off my set Aim for the hill What the fuck you said Nigga ol chief We all to rush Home which we all Don't stress Bulletproof bullets Through your bulletproof vest Screamin down to the rain god Shoot for me Get your game guy Po-po just can't hang now Dummie blow Step on my toe What you own This life an soul Money can't get you Out of this hole Here my nigga So it's time ta unload Fuck what your heard It's what you told Back up Before you lack up Ugh whole troop get stacked up Ugh Max up when you act up Shit watch me clown to shut em down Chorus: Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down

Who Am I

DO OR DIE "Heads Or Tails"
Verse One: This be those Zero mutherfuckers and I'm full of that liquor Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper Better roll much quicker Niggas think I'm token Cus I'm not workin And he ain't gonna setup shop If I die tonight then I pay the price But he ain't gonna take my block Mutherfuck them down Just give 'em them pack They'll keep on comin If a nig try to clown Then I swear on mom Better keep on runnin Ya call yo' man I'ma call me man Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo' Kill one I'ma kill ten And thier whole damn mob Prepare to die fo' Keep one in the hole Better get your jack Cus I'm real when I roll When I'm up in a bowl Woulda hit him in the dark And in the light I still wont miss With a gat an ??? Muthafucker I'm a go-getter Hit a nigga in the spot And that's so bitter If a nigga ain't a man He'll fo' fitter All them eyes on yours So you know strillah To a po' killa Think I'm doped gettin hype Trippin fiend bout to explode Dressed up black clothes An layin them hoes Tight when the bus gonna get low Cus ?? Let's work from the fo' fo' Blew the mutherfuckin' head Like a mojo She smelled like ho-bo Shes scattin' dirt Gettin work for the po-po Shut em down chorus: Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Go on nigga nigga do 211 Game mak-make 'em do 187 Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down Were dat nigga now Were dat nigga now Verse Two: Now it's my ??? brother Older niggas and G's For sellin weed on my spot But how in the fuck You gonna work my block Im supposed to be supreme chief In this area And since you didn't get up with me Mutherfucker Im'a bury ya The bigger the merrier I stack more G's So Im ahead of ya Im bettin ya The average field of a thousand niggas Ain't scared of ya So you have that nerve To cross the nation with your bitch ass Only got one proof That's why you kiss ass Cover your face While you get blast Them unseen murderer's Come in a dark mask So drop your Glock before That toe done tagged Or get smashed I'ma make them Feel a hundred of Berrettas Through they sweater I told you I was goin' get ya And knock you out the picture Chorus Verse Three: Now gettin my sack Get a mutherfucker whacked Kill a mutherfuckin nigga Over two keys If the bitch got beef with a nigga Its the nigga ?? And I'm all in the face with Uzi Shut the trick down Where the bitch now ??? cuts them all and the bitch down Lookin for the young punk Put em all in the trunk Get assualt with pump Cus they trick made Nigga all them flyin Dope fiends shy'in Callin security It's just ya punk ass Just ain't feelin me Take this an that Woke up in the mornin And kissed the gat Stash the patch Pass the gat While then fuck your nation What you facin Violation Clean your neck Off this ?? off my set Aim for the hill What the fuck you said Nigga ol chief We all to rush Home which we all Don't stress Bulletproof bullets Through your bulletproof vest Screamin down to the rain god Shoot for me Get your game guy Po-po just can't hang now Dummie blow Step on my toe What you own This life an soul Money can't get you Out of this hole Here my nigga So it's time ta unload Fuck what your heard It's what you told Back up Before you lack up Ugh whole troop get stacked up Ugh Max up when you act up Shit watch me clown to shut em down Chorus: Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Where dat nigga now Shut that bitch down Shut that bitch down

Introduction

HOT BOYS "Let 'Em Burn"
[B.G.] Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block I've rob through your neighborhood, day and night Stole clothes people inside, ya hood on strike I'm looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I'm searchin' 11 deep in the new Ford Excursion Me and my nigga P. - brother D's on weed Bet should re-infact, k' pot it clean Once you found you get down, burn torchin' and beat That's the treatment you get from a nigga in C.M.B. I'm the B.G. but you can call me - Shot 'em up shorty I'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades nigga [Juvenile] Boss you wouldn't believe what happend ta me Last night I got hit for a package of ki's Who was it? Man I'ont know some cats They kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the back And you think them mothafuckers woulda left it at that They beat me in my head until I said where it's at Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no war' C4 them down, let 'em burn in the car Me not worried about no witness Cuz them won't see, anything linkin' up ta me Boss, come ta find out it was Red and Black Them connivin' motherfuckers gatta pay for that I tell you what I gonna do, burn them cock roaches And payment for the cops in case they wanna approach us [Baby] I'm the O.G. nigga 'bout money and bitches Know how, ta flip a brick and deal with ditches My brother K.C. told me how ta kill these niggaz While Troy had me in alleys dealin' with digits Aiy, life is real my nigga, me and Lac pa' was killed my nigga It ain't nothing keep it real my nigga While my homies carve life in the field my nigga Ski' then family - thrill deal niggaz Rambo and Sam - it is what it is niggaz I've robbed niggaz - pulled triggers for niggaz Drama's involved - we in like we in nigga Homicide - we kill like we kill nigga Behind them thangs - it is what it is niggaz Birdman - a known shotcaller Suburban man and Benzes and Prowlers [Lil' Wayne] (look - look - look - look) Here comes Mister Bad nerves What that fed up look? Shorty got that do whatever for the cheddar look And got no dope, weed or fetti plus I'm hurt and hungry All I got is this beretta with 2 murders on it I done walk 'bout four blocks In a pair of old 'Boks Dirty with no socks Looking for dope spots Man I'm on the prawl - untamed and wild Been a year since I smiled Better watch that child Hat over my eyes, you can't see my frustation Looking at niggaz paper chasin' with mean faces Was told wait my turn - but damn I'm in-pacient Pacin' the streets, with, the, mac-10 blazin' Lil' Brother bail please, I'ma kill him for the scrilla Do you under smell me - I'm telling your dawg I was raised on bad ways from school on half-days Have smart and have praise - stop playin' with me [Turk] It's in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the nigga that I am Tote gats with hats take a nigga from his fam' Nothin' but streets shit - it's all a nigga know Knockin you off ya feet quick - it's all a nigga know Drive-bys in U-Hauls - prepared anyday Thuggin' is usual, do that every day Bitch niggaz get roast, if your not from round my way Middle of the court or one of them hallways Quick ta steal ya, I'm real I ain't fake Leave ya ass a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape Put a hole in ya thinkin' cap, won't be thinkin no mo' You'll be put ta nap Young nigga play it raw, raw - X ya bitch ass out Me and my nigga Rat quick ta run up in ya house Fuck it, I goes out cuz it's in me my nigga When it's a coke drought - I tote a semi my nigga

Sinister Tech

TECH N9NE
You're the one nigga Who's a dumb nigga And a bum nigga You're a slum nigga Better run nigga When I come nigga With a gun nigga You're a bitch Buck you Never trust you Never loved you Never was you Imma touch you Imma bust you Imma crush you Mother fuck you (Verse 1) That's my nigga Aaron Yates Style lee killa Norman Bates Holla at me like I'm Ollie Gates Imma put the milli to your face The nerve of ya yellin you're a murderer But ain't nobody never heard of a Killa killa doing damage off up in suburbia Sinister rhyme minister TECH N9NE be the menace (yes, yes) Diminish ya finish with the dementia I'm the grimmest I done told y'all I was comin' Better start runnin' Or bust like a cannon Cause Imma leave hella destruction Mental breakdown and famine I would advise you Not to slide through Cuz I will oblige you With a rhyme flow That will demise you How can I bow down To a broke rapper with a foul sound? How can I flow rounds With an MC that can't chow down? Where would you be If you didn't copy off me lil' boy? This type of shit that I enjoy I sum you up with Bitch flows, punk foes Sluts hoes, case closed (Chorus) If you ain't got shit to fuck with this Take that dead shit home And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me I'm gonna take that home. By the sinister TECH N9NE By the sinister, by the sinister By the sinister, TECH N9NE Vill-on y'all know me by the Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmmmmm. Everybody say KC's in the house what (2nd Verse) Bounce, rock, skate or fight, shoot, hate We so chilly they call us abominable Everybody know we phenomenal Get ya money, get ya women If you're getting nothing Your living is comical Simon bar sinister Climbing star finisher Swine and lard vinegar Rhyming hard blimisher Realistic Heathenistic Killer with a vengence Breathing this shit Your whole facade's punkish, I'll make you kneel before Zod Biblical hits, flippable kickable spits Niggas with critical lyricals Never no mythical shit Step into the evil fickle abyss Wiggle in pittifulness Swivel this and get pistol whipped It's been a long ride Tecca Nina just won't die ei ei ei eiya Better feel it when I drill it (trick) Real is when I kill it (Mitch) Hit it hit it Never ever tell a millimeter killer Quit it, Bitch! (Chorus) (3rd Verse ) Off the hook, stalking in clubs Tossing em walkin' in blood Barking that rogue dog shit Dirty devils better hold y'all lips Nina ripping, ill beast flows Yeah we know it will reach gold Platinum, feel these flows Comin' off of kill creek road Say my name five times TECH, TECH, TECH, TECH N9NE I will appear in your mirror Thru your chest ripping out your spine Hungry like an Ethiopian Living off the blood in your veins Alias Donny Kevorkian Never were you ready for the pain What do ya get When you cross TECH With a hard ass track? Innovative, twisted Psycho, thugged out What do ya get With Rock, Will, Phlaque and Dynomack? Nitwits, misfits, sick shit, Nutt Howze What do ya get When you cross tech with a fine bitch in the club? KY, 'bou Lou, motel, sex time. What do you call a rappin' ass Rogue dog villain pretty mother fucker? Donny Quest, Azmo, Sinister TECH N9NE (Chorus) TECH N9NE's in the house

Break Bread

ANDRE NICKATINA "Andre Nickatina"
[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] Live fast, drive slow I'm looking' like ‘Pac in the Benz when he was hanging' out the window Right now, I've got my Jesus piece on And all my rings, you can see I'm about the game Holler back, baby, like an echo But you gotta know your colors Get green, roll purple My tires just did a full circle in your neighborhood And like gumbo, the flavor's good I roam like an alley cat Grade-A, Supercat Bumping' Shabba Ranks on a full tank My religion, baby, is big bank Holler when you see me spending' money, go amen Snow bunnies love them a suntan That's why I wear my hat low and my shades, man I don't waste time or liquor You can see it on my face, I don't chase, it's a race [Hook: Andre Nickatina] Break bread I don't know what they say where you stay But where I stay, everybody say pay So you'd better (break bread) Baby it's a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa) Get down and do what you said (break bread) Just like a leprechaun, looking for a jackpot Or a hot crack spot, baby (break bread) Baby it's a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa) Get down and do what you said (break bread) [Verse 2: Andre Nickatina] Man, this is money motivated, demonstrate it to the latest I do it like an addict up in Vegas And you can see me talking' like a wizard through my cellular phone Living' life like a felony, weed and cologne, like Pacific heights, crushed ice I do it like a haggler, baby, yeah, on a Sugar Ray Leonard night Posted up just like a poster If you're melting' like butter, baby, I'mma have to toast ya My stairway is straight Led Zeppelin And my Air Force Ones so new and so fresh, and Play you like a PS3 And that's Crown Royal, freak, don't try to BS me But I never knew what she said All up in her head with the phrase that pays, and it says: [Hook: Andre Nickatina] [Verse 3: Richie Rich] Twenty fifties, a hundred tens Two white bitches in a Batman Benz Straight mobbing', one named Robyn Can't see her head 'cause the bitch probably bobbin' Slurp something twerk something Bitch, you getting' money? Maybe we could work something I been had a million I don't need nothing' but a bitch that love Vogues And these all-gold Daytons Ask Dre Dog ask Nicky You ain't getting' money, you ain't fucking' with Richie Patron Silver, straight Goose Twins with me, and they loose Thirty rounds, town business Don't make me break records like Guinness Bitches wanna fuck all day and give head But I don't fuck for free, ho Nah, so [Hook]

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