JUVENILE lyrics - Juve The Great

Fuckin' With Me

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[Juvenile (Chorus 2x)] Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me [Juvenile] I got my mind right, money right, life right, paid right Can you see me cutting the beef like a steak knife? Don't stay up late I'm a be home when I'm finished I gotta drop my people off at the airport in a minute This is business; you ain't wit it then give me five feet I don't need you and children wherever I be I'm a man if this bitch is out then it's on As long as I don't bring no diseases or no hoes back home Let me roam - you won't even much need that phone I'm a take care of my shit baby just leave that alone I know when the pussy get wet and you need that bone There ain't too many bitches out here that's gone be that strong You was provided by your parents Just knowing a gangsta was fucking they daughter was scaring em I speak fat me and you bitch we got our life on track And if I ever leave from you I'll be right back [Juvenile (Chorus 2x)] Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me [Skip] Nowadays these chicks they too emotional I just wanted to get her (haha) I joke a few I just met you yesterday I'm barely knowing you "You ain't say that yesterday when I was blowing you!" See that's what that mo and that dro will do See drink up, smoke up come on I got some more for you You like that? I got another joke for you You grin, you in and I'm into poking you Sounds funny hunny? How much money hunny? You heard that but you ain't getting nothing from me Except them three 20's that Slim had (Slim) See I'm +Cut Throat+ in a Skip mask Well then lose the number, you do me a favor I ain't a lifeguard; I can't be your savior You met me like this, I'ma be a player So stop all the fussing and just beat me later [Juvenile (Chorus 2x)] Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me [Wacko] Come on Ma don't stress me I was a gangsta when you met me Knew I'd be where the pimps, the players, the hoes, and the tecs be Where the dope, the coke, the dro, and the X be New Kisha Keanne and Mil wanted to sex me You still want to ex me or try to disrespect me Now them hoes in your ear, got you trippin wanna test me Look meet me on Freret Street right where my set be Go home; pack all your shit and drop off them Vette keys Anyway I'm tired of problems, you can catch yo cut But first drop off the B.B.'s and the princess cuts Round here stunting for them hoes - letting them gas you up Now you stuck for them hoes - let 'em cash you up I ain't gone lie is gone be hard for me to pass you up But my plane fly straight, never crash for nothing And before I fuck it up with a passenger I'll get rid of you and snatch me an amateur [Juvenile (Chorus 2x)] Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Fxxkin Wit My Bizziness

Lil' Rob "Still Smokin'"
[Lil Sicko] As I pull out the strap and get ready to kill Seeing you on the floor, is my big fucking thrill Trying to kill me again, HA, don't make me laugh What made your ass think that our business would last? Trying to fuck with my money, when I treated you cool But you didn't know your fuckin' with this crazy ass fool 18 years old, and a baller for life Never forget that night, that I fucked your wife Trust a g with my kilo, I gave you stack's of c-notes Pimped road in the lex, then we lounged on speed road When you needed some men, you knew I was always there And you needed days off, but I really didn't care We came really tight, and I had you around To the fuckin' day, I was missin' a pound Fucking bitch thought I was a clown Then turn around, pop goes the strap, and your body was found Chorus: See I lost one, and you found one Now they knowing your a bitch Because you caught one Now I'm knowing that you won't forget this (why) That's what you get, for fuckin' with my bizzness [Lil Blacky] When we were youngster's, we would fight over the same girl She had some juicy lips in a sparkle of a plural I like her lot, but she wanted from me Is a year older, you always have more chances then me But I was in a raza, and I had a lotta ridges Always taken back with three, four, or five bitches But I got stuck, with an old ass hag That was gettin' very ugly, and always on her rag And you a guy, you was so tough Kick it back with your lady, but you ain't even crazy Now your jealous, and I'm winnin' this game I'm a playa for life, and Imma push you in shame Who da blame but your self, through sickness and in wealth This I will tell, now tell me what the hell Now what?...Fuckin' bitch Lil Sicko, Lil Blacky, Hectic one doing this shit Chorus 2x [Hectic] You fucked up, when you turned on me Became a rata, now your d-i-e We pulled mission's and always got away Makin' stack's of bill's, that will make our day We split it, and we made a profit No one ever stopped it, why you fuckin' jockin'? It's me? the one and only Hectic Sit back, respect it, as I fuckin' wreck it Muthafucker Chorus 4x

Vice City

JAY ROCK "90059"
[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:] Big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon' be death of me Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon' be death of me I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I can't stand myself Big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit... Turn me up Sin City, Sin City Sin City, Sin City [Verse 1 - Kendrick Lamar:] Big money, big booty bitches Tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it 7 figures for a headline You want some stage time, we can talk about it Niggas actin' like they be rappin' Like nice on the mic, truly doubt it Go against the kid, y'all don't wanna live That decision is hella childish Rose gold for my old hoes They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down 10th grade, I gave her all shade But now she got some ass, I wanna hit it now I don't lease, I just all out feast I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman Bomb head and some cheese eggs That's a new raise and a signing bonus [Verse 2 - Jay Rock:] Fall in this bitch Like some good pussy, can't stand myself So good, she so hood She a cheesehead, patty melt GED with some EBTs, and some DVDs That shit was happening She reel me in with some chicken wings And some collard greens, that shit was brackin' Just cracked me a new bitch Bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey My bitch get off at 9 o'clock So I had to shake her 'round 7:30 105, I'm stomping fast With these big guns, I'm hella dirty Get caught with this shit I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030 [Hook - Kendrick Lamar:] I got big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) Big dreams, no superstition Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I might go broke I can't stand myself I just might ban myself I just might... GOD! [Break - Jay Rock:] I'm focused feeling blessed Cause my eyes be the truth I'm focused feeling blessed Cause my eyes be the truth [Verse 3 - Ab-Soul:] Mental window blurry as a bitch Still lookin' out it So much money off the fuckin' books Could write a book about it Took a minute, no, wait a minute... Let me think about it Bout 10 years, Crips, Bloods Sweat and tears, and we still counting Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn She fucked the whole squad Now every time I land in Brooklyn They fuck with the whole squad I'm more spiritual than lyrical I'm similar to Eli... Why? Cause I'm wearin' black shades And I'm headed west with the word of God I think I'm finally ready to talk about it These niggas just talk about it Homie you don't play me for no fool Poppin' bottles like enemigos Ay dios mio, I'm so cold Get so deep in that water, water They should call my johnson a harpoon [Bridge - Jay Rock:] Feed the needy, don't know graffiti Paint her walls like a cartoon Beat the pussy up so bad Send her home with some war wounds Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back Goin' 'cross her head... bar stool Touch her soul 'til I curl her toes Then it's time to reload, then it's part two [Verse 4 - ScHoolboy Q:] Damn near 30, still set trippin' cuz Where you're from, I'mma see about it Last year I made 10 million That's where I've been yeah, a private island Smoking something, on autopilot Got too many cars, I might crash a whip New 'Rari pedal barely tapping Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah I'm rich bitch Got two Rollies but one missing Think my daughter flossing, she in Kindergarten Got one crib worth two cribs And my front lawn, yeah that's water fountain You be talking boss, saying big words Like philosophies, man you weird homie What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck And your bitch gon' leave and that's real homie [Bridge - ScHoolboy Q:] A Dashiki on, with a fedora on And my round glasses, trying to fool the cops I'm with you dot, on that sneak dissing When you penny bitchin' nigga, shoot the fade Ugly nigga, but I'm fine as wine Did you check your time, I get good with age Shoot the nine like, fourth grade Black Hippy droppin', eyebrows raised [Break - Jay Rock:] I'm focused feeling blessed Cause my eyes be the truth I'm focused feeling blessed Cause my eyes be the truth [Hook - Kendrick Lamar:] I got big money, big booty bitches Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) Big problems, I must admit it Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me) Big dreams, no superstition That shit gon' be the death of me (death of me) I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope I can't stand myself I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke I can't stand myself I just might damn myself I just might... GOD!... GOD!

Hood Hop

J-KWON "Hood Hop"
Ay world, this Streets 101 I'm finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music Hey hey hey hey hey Now all my life, I been livin dirty And I'ma keep it dirty until I'm gone dirty So where you at dirty where you at dirty Where they at dirty Where they at dirty This the new improved hoop hop I make ev'ry mu'fukka in this bitch, do the wop Dirty run his mouth til the album drop Why's that Trak Boy beats like a free brick of Caine on the block I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block And bet I'll knock the nigga out his frame on the block And he'll come through and let it rain on the block And all they gots to say is its a shame on the block I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted Numbers unlisted stayed in third district, for real I'm ready to get naughty, best of both worlds so Hey Shawty Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke I can show you my dick you can show me your throat If a nigga trip, then we can show him the '4 If a niggas run up to you we can show him some mo' [Chorus] Now I wish a nigga would run up like that Man i put that on the hood I'mma strike back And niggas talk shit but i don't like that Sayin all like Gee but I ain't write that And maybe mamma's man ain't about shit Basically what i'm sayin dude fuck a bitch And if I had two i'd touch a bitch In the same breath, turn around and touch a clit And nigga if i said it, then i fuckin meant it And nigga if it's rented i ain't fuckin in it Track boys give me money so i fuckin spend it Ya'll rollin the spreewell but not the authentics And fuck your fuckin '4 and your roof clown I got shit that'll turn your fuckin coupe round You ain't heard i'm the truth now By the fact, hook gonna break it down [Chorus] Dawg It's a missile, how we drop one single Left the game now the whole world miss me Freak this bitch like homegirl missy Like I'm sellin liquer got the whole world tipsy Sick and tired of old g's tryin to gip me Goin put a lumpin in this shit like a hicky All i say is to them dudes come get me Watch a patch of prone cause i' like a gypsy Funny how I can't loc in public, smoke in public Girl even choke in public, Got dough so that's why i'm so republic Cops hit the door, i start actin sobre in public I had a set they actin like i had a briccamore So you got snitched on by the cona-whore Show us or show her ass what these guns are for Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for [Chorus]

Money, Cash, Hoes

JAY-Z "Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life"
[Jay-Z:] Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down What Uhhuh Yeah (Uhh) Come on Big flow (GGRRRRRR) Come on yeah come on Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick Fuck all y'all haters blow dick I spits the game for those that throw bricks Money cash hoes money cash chicks what Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Only wife of mines is a life of crime And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us Fuck it Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz Y'all cant floss on my level I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture If you get close enough you can read the scripture It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what [Chorus: repeat 2X] Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON) Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) Flavors robust platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what Us the villains, fuck your feelings While yall playa hate we in the upper millions Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the law keep dealing More money more cash more chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit I led a life you can write a book on Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller [Chorus: 2X] [DMX:] D-M-X and my dogs bite Jigga my nigga rhyme all night Thugs for life one night with this rap shit Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen When we clap shit Actin like we owe em something Then we show em something Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food And the only thing thats stoppin him is you Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you Topic include; choppin in two Drop it to Clue and the response from the street This was one dog that loves raw meat But gettin back to just cause I, love my niggaz I shed blood, for my niggaz Let a nigga holler where my niggaz All I'ma hear is right here my nigga [Chorus: 2X] Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh Ruff Ryders My nigga Swizz Uhhuh uhhuh Dont stop biatch Uh Uhhuh yeah Inspect the game yo

Putcha Cream On It!

J-DAWG "Dawg House"
[Don B.] Yeah, what's happenin'? This yo boy Don B. with the Big Boy Storm what's happenin'? Tell 'em how you feel? [First Verse] Off top I be the pimpstress madam, the main Missus Loved by niggas and hated by all bitches The dirt do'er, I'm actin' bad for my riches Cross me wrong, I leave ya floatin' with the fishes Peep the scandolous, a grown man couldn't handle this Niggas wanna try but they be left wrapped in bandages Evangilistic killers, drug users to drug dealers All wanna get a feel-uh I like the top billers, frontin' C's cuz cash rules plenty On point like Jean, got 'em Jonesin' like Freddy Holly Grove is in me and I got's to bring the ruckus Uptown is representin' fuck all you cocksuckers Hoes, they wanna be me Niggas can't wait to see me I step in the joint, and make the whole set steamy I like them thugged down niggas and you know me Now watch me represent and get down dirty [Chorus:] Niggas represent, I got a team on it Niggas put'cha cream on it Niggas be down to scheme on it How do you want it? Scandolous design Give me time, cuz pimps be hard to find [x2] [Second Verse] Big Storm the infamous, them hoes better beware Gimme a boatload of niggas and I'll handle that there Cuz I swear, I ain't no joke comin' off of the dome You see I'm only nineteen, but yet I'm quite grown Make ya leave your own home, have your kids callin' me Mommy While your ol' man find the time to wine me and dine me You fallin' behind, steady askin' me why Cuz I'm a pimp and pimps be hard to find That hoe should've known I wasn't jivin' See I'm connivin' A top notch pro, with perfect timin', I ain't lyin' Full of deceit, givin' 'em grief But to niggas, Storm spells relief To hoes it spells beef Still I stand, the one they all envy Silly hoes I hate, but to niggas I'm quite friendly Killin' 'em gently, I be bout that dough Picture this comin' straight from the N.O. hoe [Third Verse] Who keeps your shit the hardest? It's me, the goddess Receivin' all the stares, lyrically debunaire I dare for you to bring it, your peeps are slow singin' Make it a lesson taught, revealin' you shouldn't have fought Against the woman with the cold heart It ain't my fault that'cha can't finish what'cha start And I could put to halt the shit you put together In seconds and do it better Never say never, Storm reigns supreme forever I got'cha niggas open, outspoken and never jokin' You want a toke it? My shit so fire, leave this joint smokin' I got the goods to keep it tight no doubt It's me ya dreamin' about Fake niggas gotta re-reroute I got clout, and I'ma keep it My game run in secret Be strategic, niggas weak and they'll believe it Peep it, I keep 'em sprung before they know what is done Stick 'em, you too could be my very next victim [Chorus x2]

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