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JUVENILE lyrics - Juve The Great

For Everybody

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[Wacko] Yeah, U T P nigga, come on! K L C nigga, come on! Holla! [Verse 1: Wacko] I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin'? Girl, look we can creep on Ya friends stressin' too, I'll flip all 3 of yall Respect my steez, I ain't really bout fallin in love I travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9 To these niggas I'm easy to be provokin' Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin' Don't make me proceed I'll hit you from ya neck to ya knees Have ya gaggin' where ya barely could breathe But I ain't in here for this Whoadie, I'm in here to get me a bitch Bring her back to the telly to issue some dick Hook up with Juve and Skip, go get me a brick And get ready for next Sunday, to snatch a new bitch [Chorus: repeat 3X] [Juvenile] You can have an ole' lady [Skip] But them hoes [Wacko] They for everybody [Juvenile] Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog [Skip] Let me get broke off [Wacko] In this jump off! [Verse 2: Skip] I done tightened up on my G dog I was ducked out at first but now I beat broads Cock back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars! Respect my gangsta I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha I know +50 Cent+ and bitch I ain't no +Wanksta+ And I don't get down like that In the right time, at the right spot If you try to buck, you gone get shot Hey fella, calm down. I know what ya thinkin' But I got 1 in this chamber and I been drinkin' Don't make me proceed Spit in ya face, bastard ya seed Widow ya wife, you don't need my shit in ya life! Especially how I'm feeling tonight If it was good, it'd be different But it's not, so it's not, so let's end it! And bring this shit back to business You can have yo bitch dog I live by the rules I'm givin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Juvenile] Come on, come on, come on Grab yo bitch my the arm cuz if she stop she hit Oh, I know how to get 'em, I hit her with lotsa dick The simple things I'm knowing that she probably miss And in return, she going out and buy me shit! I hope my adversaries is listening: Motherfucka with tryna be eased from these D-vils Cuz we evil in this! I'm not about to waste my cream on a bitch I be outcher tryna get money, while she scheming for dick I ain't gone lie, if my ole lady leave a nigga, I'm sick But fuck it, we ain't married, so she ain't got nothing to get I had to go in fronta the jury January the 6th I promise, ya Honor, I ain't been doin' the shit! They just like to keep niggas like me in a mix And use it on TV and radio as a skit Wanna see some masks, move to the bricks But before you make that move grab the tool and the clips Ya heard me? [Chorus] [Juvenile] Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog [Skip] Let me get broke off [Wacko] In this jump off

Hide 'n' Seek

E-40 "Federal"
[E-40] I'm in some deep shit, I got some niggas from another click On that ass trying to run me off a fuckin cliff What should I do Where should go How could I fake 'em Bust a bitch on that ass and try and shake em and bake em Full speed ahead, I know they want my ass dead Still on my bumper, makes a motherfucker wonder All the dirt that I did, should just let them get me Maybe its because I killed Rodney and his whole family Revenge, I see my life flashing, niggas blasting Brothas passing, trying to make me stay crashing Into the rocks beside me, fucking up the traffic 17th in a Malibu Chevy classic But I'm nothing humble, just call me Yapeez Pasano Full tank of petro, mobbin through the fucking tunnel Shit it's bright, I think I see some daylight Over the night, you should have seen a brothas sides right Fit the corners on two shoes, I'm holly G Wrapping my shit around a fifty foot oak tree Got out the car, seeing stars, I wasn't lagging Ran out and hid behind a beat up station wagon [Hook] You've never seen a bitch nigga run so fast [E-40] Bouncing, sneaking, and peaking, hitting bushes and shit Never saw, like you did in that movie clip Steady busting, these motherfuckers ain't bluffing I'm hauling ass and renting bullets, constantly cussing Scared as fuck, I wasn't trying to act hard Thumbs up, and ran in a back yard Just as I was hoping the sliding door was wide open Out of breath, I locked the door and started talking I need some help, I gotta bounce, someone's after me Please don't panic, I need your help drasticly I'm not a G, a killer, or a rapist I'm just a ordinary black man trying to make this Busting my bubble, the couple didn't even freak They said relax, I'll make some coffee, have a seat The man said, whats your name bro Shit I don't know, you might decide to call the po-po He said that ain't my thang, I used to be a leader of a gang Shot twice in my chest I got wounds, where I've been stabbed He took off his shirt and showed my his scab I said damn partner, how the fuck you survive some shit like that Like that there without going into a coma He said the Lord spared my life So I could talk to people like you and teach them right I was a dope pusher, big time drug abuser Alcoholic, dog blumer, but a shooter All together working from the floor I said I better twist so I can call her Now I'm reached from coast to coast Said to saved from the holy ghost I know you think your trapping But let me pray for you junior and see what happens

One Of Them

JURASSIC 5 "Power In Numbers"
(feat. JuJu of the Beatnuts) [Chali 2na] Yo, Your image deceives what your people perceive Some people believe what the media feeds, TV MCs That try to bark hollow...pretend to be harsh fellows But be yellow and softer than marshmallows [All] Oh you one of them niggas! [Juju] Homo I'ma hurt ya feelings Name brand talkers...pretty ass earrings Where are all your women I ain't seen you with one The only bitch that ever loved you gotta call you her son Yeah, you that nigga...choch ass nigga No heart...won't even approach us nigga So you be humble man...stay in your place We them niggas that rumble and get in your face [All] Oh you one of them niggas! [Marc 7] Concerned with lookin' cute...nails done, eyes plucked Homie, what the fuck...I mean really whassup Help a brother understand How self-admiration takes the soul of a man Damn, vain ass, plain ass, nothing ass niggas Get your punk ass out the goddamn mirror [All] You one of them niggas! [Cuts: DJNu-Mark] Real niggas do real things and that's a fact [All] Oh you one of them niggas! [Cuts: DJNu-Mark] Are you in with the heart or are you in it for the funds [All] Oh you one of them niggas! [Akil] Uh Mr. Know-It-All, flossy floss, all talk Head Mr. A&R ...we ain't hard, who the fuck said we was You never heard us holla...Crip or Blood or I'm a thug [All] You one of them niggas! [Zaakir (Soup)] You wanna rhyme like that You won't get signed like that Ya'll need the R&B track Or call some sister sluts Tell them...back that thang up 'Cause only real niggas spit game that much [All] You one of them niggas! [Chali 2na] Right off the bat...what you speak is contrived Its like you're cloaked in a Pinocchio vibe And when you play with the dream You make it decay at the seams You can fix it...if you say what you mean [All] You one of them niggas! [Juju] Pick and choose who you beef with Leap froggy, Show me how real you keep it And know that you pussy all underneath it Now it's time for the 5 to expose your secret [All] You one of them niggas! [Cuts: DJNu-Mark] Shake's be faker than make up...HA! [All] Oh you one of them niggas! [Cuts: DJNu-Mark] Are you in with the heart or are you in it for the funds [All] You one of them niggas! [Cuts: DJNu-Mark] Knock this pretty boy kaz on they ass...each time we drop...kid [All] Oh you one of them niggas! [Marc 7] No time for idle chattin'...folks say what's happening 'Til we go in the Hamptons Bank account large...give sha-tan my cold regards There's a killer at large...and he murders his team 'Cause he strips black teens of all their dreams [All] You one of them niggas! [Akil] Yeah what you trying to prove Keep it gangsta where I'm from...means the G's move Now everybody wanna pop that shit Walk like a Crip...what part of the game is this Don't get caught up the twist of some gang bang shit But then you probably would...fascinated with the hood [All] You one of them niggas! [Zaakir (Soup)] Man...enough is enough...I know that you're ghetto But thinkin' you tough...your possie is deep And when you speak it's fuck the police Am I to that the way you really would be If only we see...what there is no cameras allowed And your bodyguard didn't have to hold your hand through the crowd [All] You one of them niggas!

Life Goes On

Drag-on "Opposite Of H20"
Drag-On: (Speaking) Life is crazy man, it's fucked up. (You a half a nigga) You was never there for me, you know. You know, take care of yours. When I get mine, I'ma take care of mine. You can believe that, for real. Chorus: You know what you did was wrong But still, life still goes on You wasn't my daddy, daddy (Add after first verse) You never taught me the streets, and didn't know what you mean to me You wasn't my daddy, daddy Verse 1: Let me ask you a question Even though I was your reflection You showed this nigga no love, me and you was no connection You flipped on my moms and she had your ass arrested But still, when you was there, my eyes was lit up like flourescents So I read up on my lessons Now, I'm fed up with your prescense You yellin', B's is screamin', Man shut up and get the message Things I used to do Which reminded me of you But I'm gone, and I'm doin' it and I'm doin fine dude Look at what you did by and started You had a mind but you was heartless You shouldn't have spit me out dog, now I'm going to shine regardless Supposed to leave me high, but I was already above it yo You hated me to the point I was the way you loved it yo But fuck it though I wouldn't care if you kicked the bucket yo My dick you can suck it yo But it wasn't for nothin yo You was here to leave a new chapter, Drag-On baby Thoughts from now will live on, til I'm dead and gone baby You was wrong But now I'm older spittin' the bomb Gettin' lit on Just livin off this written from the arm I was given from the mind since you wasn't there nigga Can't believe you had me cryin', you wasn't worth a tear nigga I used to be in the crib, no money, no food, hopin' for you Now you and yours peepin' at my bocu's My lyrics, going to haunt you You feel this one don't you Why don't you kill me with precaution You should have just had an abortion, for real Repeat Chorus 1x Verse 2: I guess there's ways of life I have yet to learn Like Drag-On, and how many niggas I have yet to burn With no rice on the shelf That's when I learned life itself Only Chow, that's why I hit the mic for delf Fear no one I was taught to care for no one Hard-hitter Little nigga, cause I ain't hittin' no one All I heard was me tellin' bitches to get in that bed Gettin' that head Me and my niggas gettin' that bread Shit wasn't right because during that I didn't know you I guess it's true Things you don't know, you're gonna go through On the phone, tellin' my man, I'm about to blow dude Moms on the other line, saying, You about to blow who? Oh, ain't nothin' ma. Yo, I'll call you later My moms, was zoned out The days to the froze was blown out Cut the stove on the days I was alone in the house There was alot of shit missin', talkin' about she loaned it out It was thug livin', and there was nothing I could do stop it Shit was hard like a kindergarten kid in college Started makin' profit, that's how I built my wealth And what I did, shit ony the fools will quit up on hisself I didn't know how I did it by myself Sometimes it drove me to drinkin' so I spit up on myself And you know what, out of all that, I'm about to blow up Til I'm six feet, I'ma tear it up from the floor up Nigga what Repeat Chorus 1x Life still goes on But you was wrong You wasn't my daddy, daddy You still was wrong But life still goes on You wasn't my daddy, daddy

Captain Kirk

MASTER P "Ghetto D"
Intro: [Master P] Are you ready to boldly go, where no family has gone before The Ghetto Enterprise has landed. Captain Kirk has arrived, I repeat, Captain Kirk, has arrived. Women, if you're lucky, Captain Kirk will save you, and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame you are lookin' for. I mean the next generation, ya' heard me Are you ready [Yes I Am!!!!] 1st Verse: [Master P -- Fiend] Master P: Somebody musta' told these hoes I was a muthafuckin' rapper, but will they jus' tell them hoes that I was a muthafuckin' captain All the bitches I done broke fo' they bank, I got so many cocktales I need a muthafuckin' fish tank. I got hoes like acorns fallin' outta trees, No Limit niggas don't say hoes, ain't no caps that be floatin' in the breeze... Fiend: Now, Now, Now P, all the time, I done put in work I ain't know, I was livin' next door to Captain Kirk. Captain Smirk on his face, lookin' like drug swappin', come to find out, some bitch holdin' his money down hostage. Got keys to his cottage, done changed the law and the act, and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from the back. On top of that, the bitch fat!!! Makin' a career off this nigga, and all his homies gone, because they can't get it clear to this nigga, go figga, all she wanted was that man to change, but if it was me, I done been done slapped that bitch in the brains. Chorus: Captain Kirk, can you save me Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me Mr. Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo baby. Verse Two: [Silkk The Shocker] See I met this bad ass trick, I mean this bad ass bitch. Tellin' her friends about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit. I bought her lunch the first time, but see there trick that's nuthin' but game, I hit it one time and they be callin' back, talkin' bout' Silkk, why you do all that playin' . And she had the nerve to tell me, if I ain't a fuckin' trick I'm worthless, I told her Bitch if you ain't suckin' dick, then none of yo' clit defeats the purpose. Figured she had game, tryin' to fuck a young balla nigga like my mind, I figured lookin' at me she see nothin' but dollar signs. Simply, a bitch might give you some weed, a bitch might give you a buck, man, but since you my boy you better use a condom, before you try to fuck. Take the game from this show bug, cuz Silkk ain't no love. I give'em a little somethin', but at the end I take'em back and get the most love. And ain't no beam'em up Scotty, ain't no savin' hoes that ain't puttin' in no work. It all depends on TRU niggas like us, no Captain Kirk (Bitch freeze), all you ghetto hoes get yo' Lee Press-On Nails, fix yo' wig, bring yo' Bebe kids cuz the Ghetto Enterprise is leavin' in approximately five minutes. Chorus Verse Three: [Mystikal] Aww HOLD UP!!!, WAIT A MINUTE!!! my mama done got me bent. What the fuck you mean, where I was, who I was with, and where the fuck I went Bitch you be beside yoself, you probably WOULD, if I left ya', but I ain't gon put you on no pedestal, jus cuz you quick with that pleasure. You smokin' my weed ridin' my ride, I'M TRYIN' TO KEEP IT REAL. I can't seem to satisfy you, bitch she trippin' bout' the BILLS!!! They really ain't paid, but you gotta hand it, this bitch gotta be stopped!!!, Hope man done got it made and ride my pockets to the top. But oh no, you bitch, you ain't responsible, for what a nigga man do give a fuck bout' what a nigga bout' to do, give a fuck bout' what you and another nigga been through. Get the fuck out my face, ya' fear too, stop runnin' behind my G dues, can't wait to see that nigga that got trampled like that cuz that ass whoopin' been due. It's thinkin' like that, that make it hard, for me and the rest of my niggas. Mean these tramps they it like weed, SHE GETTIN' THE BEST'A YOU NIGGA!!! Lettin' dem' hoes sit on they ass, and come up off yo' hard work, This Mystikal, Master P, Fiend and Silkk, NOT NO CAPTAIN KIRK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chorus Outro: -Girl Captain Kirk, you know I have six kids, even though they ain't from you, baby my kids love you. Kirk baby, you know we need a... brand new color TV, I know you pay the rent. Even though I ain't gave you none in the last year, baby we need a brand new car boo, six hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12. Oh I took that extra checkbook, I need my... hair, nails, toes did, I want a brand new house, a five karat diamond ring for my birthday, and don't forget to pick up some pampers and milk. Also I chose pickles, and Ice Cream. I think I'm pregnant, smile Kirk, your finally gonna be a father, oh yeah, and don't forget to pick up your cape out the cleaners. [Master P] Mr. Kirk's enterprise will be beaming up out of the ghetto in five seconds, four, three, two, one. [Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off and flying away]


MOBB DEEP "Hell On Earth"
Intro: Yeah... Time to let these niggaz know Son Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin understand KnowhatI'msayin Time to hit em with the third degree Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G Yo... Verse One: Havoc, Prodigy Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise Especially me, H-A-V-O-C Don't want your chick, cuz she's burning third degree Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond Lying through your teeth swearing on your first born Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin in You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G In a four time Ford truck with Speed like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind My crime work, ninja style shit was did And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely Never fails it's always something No rest, daily gotta rock my vest I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP He played the front line got struck down immediately I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when heavy load my military hold ammunition Far from animation, it's real live, you think not My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot I put the green light on, your whole click, Island shit Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting (Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up) Verse Two: Havoc, Method Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes If you scared get a dog don't got a click then recruit You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits You fuckin with, top contenders Official to the bone gristle It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't heard of me Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out and then played her, but that ain't nothin Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and Shaolin slang talkin, rap nigga Mr. Freeze crowd shiver What Young, black, and don't give a fuck If the next crew get the scissor... (Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion) Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do You eyin me, at the same time I'm eyin you, punk Wanna pop the most junk Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps Chew on that shit Punk faggot (word up) Burn his ass like a book of matches [Yeah, that's just about it] Under pressure like fat bitches...

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