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JUVENILE lyrics - Cocky & Confident

Top Of The Line

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[Intro/Chorus] I wear top of the line clothes, drive top of the line cars Fuck top of the line hoes, some top of the line stars I wear top of the line clothes, drive top of the line cars Fuck top of the line hoes, some top of the line stars I'm top of the line [3X] I'm top of the line [3X] I'm top of the line [3X] I'm top of the line [3X] [Verse 1] And nigga, I'm spendin all my dollars on my brand new wear I talk to these bitches like I really do care Any conversation 'bout the money you dare Eleven hundred got a nigga look at two pair The ice gotta sparkle if it don't lose layer All I get is attitude and boo boo stares Look, Juvie got E.G., they too rare The Coogi hot [?] and they give me two pair Sharp crease and lining like I'm growin new hair Went Hollywood on 'em, I ain't have to move there Somebody tell me that there's gon' be a new mayor Consider me the King of New Orleans, true there [Chorus] [Verse 2] Juvenile and Nino, Magnolia lean-o A pocket full of C-notes, a black jalapeno Yeah I got an ego, the nigga do his thing though I got bad bitches, black white and latino Hoods clockin, dogs rats and cats watchin And they heard 'bout it, and they done told e'rybody that they sure 'bout it, that it's better than your product All in your project, even your homey Herb got it And I ain't shy 'bout it, so tell me what you need I got all the llello but my wodie got the weed In Oakland got the fiends, and Brooklyn[?] got the river[?] Shit goin sour then get some of your sugar [Chorus] [Verse 3] Back in the saddle it's that boy from the booth What's happenin lil' baby, what it is, what it do? You know I'm had them boys that need somethin brand new I ain't never had shit, that's how the hustle man do Wild DJ's on the 1's and 2's How niggaz blow they shit up and they all bad news Don't tell 'em nuttin nigga that's a bad move They a bunch of hotheads and they never act cool I ain't [?] when I be bustin ass too I'm a Nolia boy you seen the fuckin tattoo I can get you hit don't put nuttin past you Why you stuntin wit'cha money? Nigga I got cash too [Chorus]

Off The Books

BIG PUNISHER "Endangered Species"
[Big Punisher] Hey yo it's all love, but love's got a thin line and Pun's got a big nine, respect crime but not when it reflect mine The shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts long Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up, with the stash gone I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass and a taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist' All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit Lace the click, cause we all share It's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run Like spelling murder reverse it deliver redrum Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl I'm the mighty Thor clotheslining motherfuckers like Steven Segall Cause all you gonna get, is your ass kicked or up in a casket That's it (that's it) That's it [Cuban Link] Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit Cats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy Bathgate Up in Jimmy's Cafe, havin caviar Crackin Cristal at the bar, smokin cigars, livin large We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin jobs for bills I'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill I like to chill, spark an L and get high I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly [JuJu] Whattup Duke-o, you know, politickin papi chuco I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo Swervin like a A.K.A. in Beirut yo squeezin, out of automatic M3's and please, you ain't seen no thugs like these I can tell you lots of things that'll make you believe In Corona yo it's better to take than to receive [Psycho Les] Your career's on life support, and I'ma pull the plug and have every thug shootin that Beatnut drug in they blood, no escapin this Niggaz is goin over their favorite shit (for what) to be tapin this World premier, loud and clear Lye and beer, get the dough, blow up the show Dissapear, jump in the Cavalier Feelin marvelous, street pharmacist, twist arboles For pleasure, bring your territory sever Keep my workers under pressure got em sayin FUCK LESTER But that's aight Duke-o, my heart nowadays too cold Don't give a fuck where you been what you done where you go, you know, peep this favorite In black shades like a secret, agent We're night thieves, roll up on you sleeves We light trees, bust these and stack cheese It's off the hook this year Makin mad money off the books this year, ain't nothin but crooks in here Gettin mad money off the books this year (repeat 2X) Go! (64X)

After Dollars No Cents

MASTER P "Ghetto D"
Master P Come 1 Come All, TRU niggaz ball (I told ya), I know there's niggaz out there wait'n fo' tha fall Chorus: After Dollars, No Cents. From Shabz 2 Benz, From Cheddar 2 Cheeze, Tryna Pay Tha Rent. (x2) I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keyz, gats for enemies, freeze, hund reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiaz born 2 ride, killaz born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry. Wild like tha lone fuck'n ranger, niggaz from tha South keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is quick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz they gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in tha vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who tha next nigga ta get popped by a cop Who tha next in tha hood 2 get shot I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped with a bulletproof. Nigga on my stomach see muthafuck'n TRU. Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry, look my enemy in tha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain't real, cuz we bout it, amp; if I have to die cuz a nigga gon' shout it! I was born a No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but killaz don't talk. Chorus (x2) You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked. No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds amp; balls. Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz. Nigga, Independent amp; Rowdy, niggaz check billboard, number 1 amp; Bout It. That's why niggaz tryna get us on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent tha hood, amp; every fuck'n nigga that gang-bang. These streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo' tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we... Chorus (x2) Silkk After dollarz, no cents. We represent'n No Limit, put it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I done sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck'n rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've always had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act like ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em fo' they gee'z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why ain't you ever know, don't crush dimes, amp; mo mo's. Nigga runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take a trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya breasts right up under my polo's, nigga strapped with a 44' amp; I'm solo. To try test'n tha best nut amp; that's a no no. 365 days, 24-7, I'm bout my richez, see money is a must, everything is a plus, including weed amp; bitchez. It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me see'n P ta do a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship amp; guard tha dope. Master P You know me, we have Silkk amp; P, ugggggggghhh!!!

The Symbol

ACTION BRONSON "Rare Chandeliers"
Yeah, fucking throw up on the floor shit Get the cleaning lady My bad! Hey yo! [Verse 1:] In only one year, considered as a veteran Top of the line, the whip look like tropical lime Off the boat, cousin, Glock by the spine Do a murder seven thirty, then they flying at nine Shit! Handspring half twist into the Buick You say you're doing shit but never do it I say I'm doing shit and then I do it Never going back to work in labor Fuck that your little chain, you better tuck that Uh, vultures flying over the carcass Bitches blowing on my dick like a cartridge Throw some grass up, aim a little east of the target My brain was sculpted at Harvard Never mention all the crime I been a part of Serve like Ivan Lendl up in the rental The cheese been assembled They receiving health benefits and dental The lamb was laced with fennel Left hand then shift the right foot touched the pedal! [Hook:] From now on I'm just the symbol Hundred dollar drugs smoke at the window Paper plates, I never had a license Could always cash, we're smoking spices Triple lindsey out the Jeep, land into a splint Get up in the spin, doggie, I'm the shit! You're staying broke, like Maury with the hip Huh, catch me on Maury with my bitch Fuck with me! [Verse 2:] The whip gymnast Jump out the car into the river Don't splash on the dive Straightforward money, cash on the side If you catch him I want that bastard alive My bitch's ass is like an apple You bitches see me look astonished Your boy is ill with the phonics Since Gary Payton had the pill for the Sonics You're still a novice And to be brutally honest, your shit is garbage! Dog, I've been a scholar My shoes are still alive from Lake Victoria Fuck the order up, leave you stretched in the corridor I got my aura up, hoes that drive me in foreign truck (dykes) One is riding me, the other one is rolling up (weed) Pray to science they don't pull me over If they do, then the fun is over Whether young or older, motherfucker's been a musket holder Just sprinkle cheese on top of me, and let it get crusted over! [Hook] Fuck with me! [repeated throughout]

Bang It In Ya Whip

Buddha Monk "Prophecy"
[Intro: BabyFace Fensta, (Sha-Cronz), ] *echo* (These punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready) (We made men, Haha!) YounahI'mSayin? What, nigga? (We--We been doin' this for years) Y'all niggaz can't see this shit Can't even fuck with this track (Ain't nothin could stop us) You know, on the corse of desperados (United Kingdom to the fullest) Word is bond (Sha-Cronz) Peace to the Gods, UK, Poppa Wu (Recognize) Buddha Monk, Sha-Cronz in the house (Before we bring in drama) YouknowwhatI'msayin? All my niggaz about to get hit. Word up. (Who we are, who we be) All my mommys about to get hit (What we stand for) Justice and equality All my boriquas out there, too, up on the set YouknowwhatI'msayin? Hit them niggaz like that, yo [BabyFace Fensta] It's the sinister, sick like clamidia Burn like no vagina, your retina Screwin like you hard, while I lick off your head Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa constrictor Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation Niggaz turn bitch, emotional winch Get slapped around like faggot niggaz frontin You unleashed the beast like the niece from Garfield east Does the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't catch it Shut the fuck up, your mouth is like punks (Shut up!), always runnin (Ha!) from the '90's, so I never will like onions and pills (Zu-Zu-Zu-Zu-Zu) Leave you weary, teary-eyed and dreary (He-Heh-Heh-Huu-Ha!) Create havoc with your bodily structure, your natural impulses (ah-ah-ah) your sexual cravings, your freakish indulgence Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics don't amaze me Fuck around, you'll be pushin up daisies Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your villa Grab you up... AHHH! [Buddha Monk] Who's the killa? Monk iodine You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines? Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never find Royal blood kin on your fetal line, I'm prepared to deal with fetal lines Yo, check it out... I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and stuck 4 You should've known it was them bones, next page, close the door Wait, I ain't finished yet with you so-called pros You niggaz is packed like fuckin compactors I'm blowin ya' back out, callin me the subtractor The actual nist gets broke like a wish and marrow bones stay parrow in my zone like shadows Niggaz is clones, blast off the Iron Palm, you're kept from sacred songs The basics is first to hurts, so don't think fuckin Zu's could rest in dirt The Projects is to eject shop up yets The center, niggaz are scared to enter in it's Buddha Monk, throw your head in the Cha-a-am-ber [Sha-Cronz] Yo, peep the real pro, put my skills to work that show's Benz and about a mil' I'm worth get higher than 10 kilohertz Blank on tracks like hungry rodents Rappers actin funny style and holdin Frontin, posted up like bowlin Pins rollin in Chevy's, while you're goin broke Holdin a Benz, I'm heavy on the neck Pissin weights, can't risk Kuwait and objects, get these papes and escape Ballad and Cronz is like a midget to an ape Don't care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8 niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you left dead, cops can't find a motherfuckin pistol What? [Chorus (x2): Buddha Monk] We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstate Sha-Cronz, Buddha Monk and our nigga, BabyFace It's an MC's fate to test the Zu's great and we won't stop, until death is a bedmate [Buddha Monk] What? Alright, check this fly shit, this do or die shit Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip If I do it any way I wanna do it Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that dumps I'll elect to annihilate, serve on a fake MC Who wanna test thee? Ha, nigga please I'll serve you this here remedy, G-O-D fuckin up ya whole family Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin like Tarzan through trees with a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to battle this MC and if that's not enough, then I'll huff and I'll puff and mack yo' motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low down Better yet, here's a shot from the 4-pound and the cops can't help ya, they yellin, Blue-uniformed man is down [BabyFace Fensta] What, niggaz, what?

Growin' Up In The Hood

Compton's Most Wanted "Straight Checkn'em"
Get ready for the apocolypse. Because a nigga know he can't stop this. And fool had to figure when my tongue is the trigger. Now a piece in my mouth is releasing buckshots. No escaping because perpetrators get smoothed popped. So raise the fuck up cause the Eiht is gonna hit you with another gangsta lick but not a rap about a bitch or a hoe or a hoe with no kinda guts. Who gives a fuck what your saying so get these nuts. Geah. It's the nigga that you can not bite, no. Thick like steel, you cant kill the Compton Cyco. Here to woof a little shit about your punk ass. Get the cash, make a 100 yard fucking dash. But I aint through, gonna take your ass up. St. Ides brew as I wait for you in the cut. I guess I'm starting to see your tired of me. It's tough, nigga say Eiht is enough. Damn, watch the Eiht go very deeply. I dont think that your fucked up style could taunt thee. I'll fuck that ass, take your cash. And this nigga keeps on sticking till you just can't last. Geah, I need the money so fuck the dumb shit. And the hell with being legit, so watch out for the hit. You can't juice this, it would be useless to try this. Down your man like a can of St. Ides. And right then I start to kick. And better hope the Eiht don't get too sick. Cause if I cough, I wont stop, I'll keep bussing. I'll just pause and take a spoon of Robotusin. And take this shoe in a size ten in a half. Put it in your ass cause your making me laugh. Geah, and I deal with bustas like a duster. Nigga say Eiht is enough-ah. Mmm, one more for the fucking road. 8 seconds to get out before I explode. Boom and that spells doom for your crew G. Niggas can't fade the Eiht and the Mike T. Bitches can't fade us neither. Always learn to get burned by a heater. Mutherfuckers need to come to they senses. Fuck with the Eiht and suffer the concequences. Saps always do the mutherfucking bragging. Fools couldn't light my blunt with a dragon. And to the bitches that got no clout. Bring a shovel so the Eiht can dig you out. Geah, I'll put a hurting to you punk suckers. You can't gank me fool, unh uh fucker. Its the nigga from the free wheel prison. Compton Compton nigga, thats how I'm living. And if you fuck with that I'll call your bluff. But don't forget mutherfucker, Eiht is enough. Geah, back for the mutherfucking nine deuce. Putting my foot in your ass just a little bit. And you know I can't quit, so fade this shit. Fool..

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