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JUVENILE lyrics

Picture Perfect

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[Juvenile] Juvenile, I'm throwback Like '80 something I go back Them brown bags I sold that Them street corners I know that Appetite I'm so hungry Democrat I go donkey Weed head I'm junkey White boy I smoke honkeys Niggas like; "What Juvie on?" "He's wilding out, he's straight tripping" Y'all niggas is straight pussy And y'all are about to be rape victims Boy I'm fucking with truckloads Started off from an eight ball Like airplanes on a runway A real nigga going take off I'm the reason my street hot Still stick to my G-code Tees, Bo's and my Reeboks And I'm cheesed up I've got cheetos I told y'all I'll quit beefing I'm chilling dawg I'm on rehab My lawyer told me my record clean And if y'all fuck with me I might relapse Like Noriega got a lot of guns Like Las Vegas I'm pimpin Laws keeping their distance Ain't no penetrating my system Bad boy and I puff it HotBoy get stuffy My main bitch got a black card And she'll spend it all cause she love me [Hook] Bitch I'm picture perfect I paint a perfect picture I'm spooning with your bitch And make you do the dirty dishes Man I hate the thirsty bitches Cut them off like circumcision I'm the type to talk shit And it'd be words of wisdom Bitch I'm picture perfect I paint a perfect picture I'm spooning with your bitch And make you do the dirty dishes Man I hate the thirsty bitches Cut them off like circumcision I'm the type to talk shit And it'd be words of wisdom [Birdman] Monster, killer, real nigga hustler on the realer My nigga, a dope dealer dealer Hustler, shining a big Tymer nigga So high on my grind I'll be high flying nigga With my strapped up my guns tight These niggas know I get money Come from Uptown nigga Where a killing take just a few hundreds Blast, past smoking on that pound Shining with my round when my nigga touched down 100 keys on his feet shining on them 23's Blowing o's, fucking hoes Watch me throw another G Strapped in this field nigga Me and my lil young nigga Riding around your town nigga Getting nothing but money nigga One hundred [Hook] Bitch I'm picture perfect I paint a perfect picture I'm spooning with your bitch And make you do the dirty dishes Man I hate the thirsty bitches Cut them off like circumcision I'm the type to talk shit And it'd be words of wisdom Bitch I'm picture perfect I paint a perfect picture I'm spooning with your bitch And make you do the dirty dishes Man I hate the thirsty bitches Cut them off like circumcision I'm the type to talk shit And it'd be words of wisdom [Lil Wayne] Uh, tried to fuck the world can't fit Pockets fat as Saint Nick All I've got is my niggas Cause a bitch still ain't shit And I've got kush all in my swisher These niggas is tissue I don't believe these niggas Cause I don't believe in superstitions Juvie, I gotcha dreads like rasta Hair like pasta I go meatballs I get up in that ass And hit it as fast as Chinese ping-pong And my bitch she got that fire My homie got that iron But I tell 'em put it away Or you could get punched like a Hawaiian Bitch it's Tunechi F Baby I'm a original HotBoy My dìck feel like a prisoner cause this bitch got lockjaw I'm so feelin my self Truk everybody else My redbone is ice cold I'ma fuck the bitch till she melts, uh Bitch I'm picture perfect I paint a perfect picture I'm spooning with your bitch And make you do the dirty dishes Man I hate the thirsty bitches Cut them off like circumcision I'm the type to talk shit And it'd be words of wisdom Bitch I'm N.O till I G.O I can't change if I tried I look to my left, I look to my right And time ain't on my side So that's why I like my blunt Fat and outta shape Money on my mind Pussy on my face Tunechi [Hook] Bitch I'm picture perfect I paint a perfect picture I'm spooning with your bitch And make you do the dirty dishes Man I hate the thirsty bitches Cut them off like circumcision I'm the type to talk shit And it'd be words of wisdom Bitch I'm picture perfect I paint a perfect picture I'm spooning with your bitch And make you do the dirty dishes Man I hate the thirsty bitches Cut them off like circumcision I'm the type to talk shit And it'd be words of wisdom

Eye For An Eye

G-UNIT "Beg For Mercy"
[Chorus] Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga [Lloyd Banks] You can't roll wit me i'm Lloyd Banks the one and only not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie there ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no I'm on that doggy style shit, man i don't love a hoe apple wasn't around so i had to let my brother know, never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow, most them nigga wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo, south side jamaica nigga yeah thats where i come from, if you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun, five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one, or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun, we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it, some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit, smilein' all up in my face like i don't know them niggas sick, but i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich. [Chorus] Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga [Young Buck] Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga, Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga, Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel, they said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells, New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails, I got love for them and i ain't even from there, Now bust a shot for them boys on the block, I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga, There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound, That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down, See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off, And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off, Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way, And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty, I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice, you can call me the don. [chorus] Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga [50] I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i'll let ya have it, When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it, I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas, Front and i'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga, I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit, Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch, Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit, Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but niggas can't move me, I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled, I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles, You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times, Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind, It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust, First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that black hurst, We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam, View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man. [Chorus X2] Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga

Amadu Diablo

ACTION BRONSON "Blue Chips 2"
Yeah So give me that reason I told you I loved you already, bitch, what the fuck? Yeah Shawl neck on the drunk lawyer Coke shits in the toilet Turkey sandwich in aluminium foil The game been fixed I don’t play that shit I aim that shit If she looking at another mother fucker than you leave that bitch I don’t play that shit Hear me Left hand is steering In a Amadu Diablo Shit I got the urge to get a earring Image in the rearview mirror like Timothy Leary Don’t even come near me I keep it thug with a gun near me Your boy been eating on the run clearly Clear the run-way 720’s on a one way So much drugs, what would a nun say? And its Sunday Shit, I don’t really give a fuck All I really want to do is see my people up Up to no good again She threw the condom told me put it in I did, fuck I nutted in like three strokes Shit, now that’s no way to rep the East Coast Every day I’m walking with my head up Don’t let up ‘cause it’s a set-up Like Albanian marriage go from Haiti to Paris The bath was 90 degrees Tapping Heinies with ease (shit,) Bitch please I’m the bee’s knees Shooting Deca-Durabolin three CC’s Peep the landscape You can catch me in the trees like the shit for the pancakes

Nasty Bitch

TRINA "Diamond Princess"
(feat. Money Mark) [Trina] Get involved with a nigga Slob on a nigga Take all his dough and then I dodge a nigga Cuz I'm a nasty bitch, I leave a nigga dead broke Snatch ya bread and cop a brand new coat I'm da jazzy type And I'll only let you eat it if you ask me right My coochie mad tight Well more juice than a when you peel the skin But yo ain't no fun if your tongue ain't in WHOO now this is where the madness start So nigga fuck me with your tongue til ya lick my heart I gotta body like a coke bottle watch me walk So nigga work your mouth and don't talk OK [Chorus: (Money Mark & Trina)] Whoa like gay Must say I dont sweat No tired ass nigga I sign my own check I'm the Diamond Princess duthces of Pussy stay tighter and wetter that all ya'lls You nasty bitch you nasty (Uh huh) You nasty bitch you nasty (UUUH huh) You nasty bitch you nasty (What) Trina you so nasty You nasty bitch you nasty (Uh huh) You nasty bitch you nasty (UUUH huh) You nasty bitch you nasty (What) Trina why you so dirty [Trina] Uh! Phat back wit a real slim waist (What's wrong) Cant talk with a pussy in ya face then ULULULUL Keep me sprung with the tongue like ULULULUL Make me cum til Im numb Oh Yes! Rub my chest Make me wet Doggy style and do it just like that And lick the sweat it taste just so sweet When I pop my cock and make ya drop to da beat like DU DU DU Nasty Bitch Make a nigga sell his dick just to buy me shit And just to keep me lookin raw Imma find his shit And if you wit me girlfriends the shake ya hine to dis OK [Chorus] [Mark] Du du du [Trina] Back dis ass up [Mark] Du du du [Trina] Back dis ass up [Mark] Du du du [Trina] Back dis ass up [Mark] Du du du [Trina] Back dis ass up Back dis ass up [repeat 4x's] C'mon C'mon C'mon [Trina] Broke ass nigga's can't roll with And even rich nigga's can't get a hold Neva back up fuck game long and strong Coochie so good bring a pappy home OK [Chorus]

Take Me High

PAC DIV "Mania"
[Verse 1: Mibbs] Now if she ain't got no class I don't care If she ain't got a fat ass I won't dare She better have a good brain if she ain't got no hair Not sayin I want perfect, but almost there I need girls, faster than them jet skis man When you see me I be like the Dos Equis man If you put it on me, you gon' do the best you can And you better know how to ride it like an equestrian Look it up Since you be the baddest I'll be the picture, you be the canvas I'll be the Pips and you be my Gladys, I'm like the Clipse With you til the casket... [Verse 2: Like] Drop, pass the rock She's asking me when she gonna have the cock I look at her face I look at her feet I look at her heels I'd rather not I'm cool, I'd rather smoke this and be high as an astronaut Far from a pimp but I smash a lot Buns like she was from Rap-a-lot, I had to pop Ran into her at a traffic stop Ten minutes later her panties drop What was her name? My bad forgot She just grabbed my anaconda so I grabbed the Panasonic camera Propped and filmed it till the action stop [Hook: Mibbs] I only puff kush I only fuck with bad ones Right before I push Make sure I got the Magnums Yeah she looks good And yeah she thinks I'm handsome Got me feeling good, let's do something random Take me high, take me high, baby Take me high, take me high, baby (It's Pac Div baby) [Verse 3: BeYoung] Yup, I said my cell phone ringin' Pants still hangin' Pac Div baby, easy like the caveman Dime bag, dub sack Nigga what'chu bringin' Birds jump my bones now That's so raven Check out what I'm flamin' Only that good, good Lace me when I breeze through Funky like it's beef stew White widow train wreck No, I got a sweet tooth Bring your girl, I need to, ride her like a sea doo Tired, y'all might need to Quiet, then you sleep, cool Tires 'bout to screech boo Earth, Wind, and Fire I've been flyer than you seen true Don't got desire to go diving if it's seafood Ain't gotta lie you's a freak too That's how I freaked you [Hook] [Verse 4: Mibbs] Last year, she was screaming fuck that nigga Now she's bent over like a hunch back nigga Her best friend told her not to trust that nigga Cause her best friend's busy tryna fuck that nigga Damn that's so scandalous But that is Los Angeles The place where the drama is, as common as cancer is Out of towners asking us How do you handle it I just blow out the kush, and crack a smile for the cameras How can a nigga be mad at us How could you not be a fan of us How can you come to my shows, lie to the hoes, and say you my manager Damn that's some thirsty shit For real that's some dirty shit Some musty ass, stinky ass, nasty ass herpes shit (Ugh) [Like:] Crabby ass lurking bitch Face look like Erk Tha Jerk Lying like you 21 Look more like you 36 Scabby ass, scurvy [?] Saggin ass, dirty tits And I'm just being courteous (Heh heh, what are you talking about?) [Hook] Take me high, take me high, baby Take me high, take me high, baby

Soldier Party

Mac "Shell Shocked"
[Master P] (Mac) Ughhhh! Oh yeah nigga. Representin fool. No Limit for life, fool. Them niggas think it's a game, Mac? (Soldier rags on in the bitch, ya heard me?) Don't play no games, fool. Uggghhhhhh!!!! [Master P Mac] Bitch get off me! Fuck them niggas! Bitch get off me! Fuck them niggas! Where the hot boys at? Bitch get off me! Fuck them niggas! Where the hot girls at? Bitch get off me! Fuck them niggas! Where them hot girls at? [Chorus 1] Them hoes don't like that! Say what? Them hoes don't like that! Say what, say what? Them hoes don't like that! Hot nigga, what! Them hoes don't like that! Say what, what? [Chorus 2] Say bitch better have my money! Where they at? X 4 [Chorus 3] Boot up or shut up! Fuck them niggas! Boot up or shut up! Fuck them bitches! X 2 [Chorus 4] Hoes twerk somethin! Niggas show your soldier rags! X 4 [Mac] They probably told you I'm a soldier and I'm from uptown I know you heard about the way I sling the iron when I come around That's Mac, that's the nigga, boy them hoes be actin Want me to be your baby daddy since you heard I was rappin But that coochie ain't nothin but meat on the bone You gotta twerk it up and serve it up and leave it alone And when you done pass it to me, or pass it to P And let a real nigga hit em with some Ghetto D [Chorus 1] [Chorus 4] [Master P] I'ma hog on these streets so I live my life fast I'm that nigga from the South, told them hoes Bounce They Ass Don't play no games, unless you wanna get popped I'm a No Limit soldier so the Party Don't Stop So represent your hood if you're Bout It Bout It A nigga went world wide, still rowdy rowdy And them hoes don't like that, say what But I'm a third ward nigga and I don't give a fuck So pass me them thangs, Let's Get Em Your baby mama want the Hook Up so I hit em I'm in a 600 Benz, Mac in a 4 point 6 Left them hoes at the hook up sayin Throw that bitch! Now the party's buck wild and we don't care Pass the Hennesey and Weed, that's How Ya Do Dat There [Chorus 1 - 4]

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