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JUVENILE lyrics - Project English

Get Your Hustle On

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(feat. Big Tymers) Fa sho' nigga, off top Believe this playboy, fa sho' nigga [Baby] I'm the #1 stunna, don't flinch you bitch I cash in quick and go and flash my 6 Twenty inch dub niggaz how you love that bitch 20 ki's or hard blocks, we call them bricks I'm a Uptown survivor, niggaz stash the lick Just bought a new Beemer, X-5 the bitch Puttin dubs with a kit nigga, flash yo' shit Puttin ice in my grill, fuck a classy bitch I'm a Uptown thug, can't you see that shit I'm around the way hunt for quarter ki's and bricks You can catch me at the club with a ghetto bitch Or you can see me at my mansion with a nasty bitch Flat screen, loud music, me and Fresh a bitch Pullin out the driveway with new cars and shit Palm trees feelin good nigga we love this shit Watchin ducks nigga bucks, but hold up bitch [Chorus 2X: Juvenile] Let me get my hustle on, nigga all for Nol' Let me make a hundred mill', nigga slow but sho' Let me spin my new wheels in front yo' do' Let me hit the battlefield nigga slangin snow [Juvenile] I wonder why niggaz always be doin stupid shit No sense involved at all, it's foolishness Now if a nigga take it and somebody hit yo' stash is you goin to bust his ass or are you gonna let that pass Besides, it only was a bundle of dough You a hustler nigga, you know how to get you some mo' Just tighten up yo' circle and surveillance your spot If you catch a nigga touchin somethin, he gettin got Now carry on with whatcha doin 'fore the people get hot Leave them hoes alone cause they the reason we gettin got If you owe a nigga pay him they be holdin a grudge He don't want to take a loss but he'll take it in blood Make sure fiends don't pass, make all the cash Big fired bags and floss on they ass I've been through some shit, that make me a survivalist I may be a lot of different things, but I'm not a bitch [Chorus] [Juvenile] But anyway, I'm not the subject of the matter All y'all bitch ass niggaz I'm comin after Cause the minute that I start slippin Look at who is gon' be tryin to get in my position, niggaz is grimin But what they don't know, I got some killers that's behind me I used to pull it off way back in the early 90's If any one of y'all wanna do it we can do it Don't hold it on your chest dog, don't be pumpin fluid [Mannie Fresh] I'm a Uptown hunter on Washington 6th Set the line goin down () a bitch They got that iron Uptown and they slangin it quick Valence is my home, I'ma rep 'til I'm gone Valence and Magnolia, but Greyhead roam Magnolia Projects is where I set my roam Saratoga and (), I call my home Ran through the Melphamine(), nigga I did that shit [Chorus] [ad libs to fade]

Perfume

ASAP FERG "Ferg Forever"
Trap Lord on my belly, free my nigga Really Elijah smoking that smelly, ménages in the telly Bonde bitch named Shelly, dick all in her belly I met that bitch at a fashion show, she was rocking Margiela I was with Quasey Casey rocking all that Versace Might be in there sailing, smoking all that Beijing Ten stacks in my pocket, for no reason I got it Fuck around and hit Sin City, tell that bitch to pop it What's up with you and Purrp? I ain't into all of that gossip He brought the funk into my crew, you gotta ask Rocky about it All I know is A$AP riding in them Maybachs 40. cal, we spray that, when AK brratt you take nap Oh, Lord, that Hood Pope - oh, Lord, that Trap Lord Why they call you Trap Lord? Cause you a rap lord to my casket I ain't bowing to no time, Hood Pope on my gold shine My dirty niggas wanna tote nine, but we talk rhyme I tell 'em hold up [Hook:] All I know is that Trap Lord, that Hood Pope All I know is that Trap Lord, but you're a rap Lord to my casket All I know is that fast Porsche smoking that good smoke Model bitch who from Brazil, she want it on her culo Riding 'round the city feeling like P. Diddy Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie Riding 'round the city feeling like P.Diddy Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie No reply when you call Lord, mama cry 'til her throat sore Liechtenstein when I drunk four you was dying in this war hall Body left near the staircase courtesy of the whole mob Don't mean no fucking thing when I pull up in that Goyard Shooked up from that toe star, ask questions like Nardwuar Like can you feel your fucking legs? I bet that nigga cannot walk Persian bitch stack coke hard, sniff white 'till her nose soft I fucked that bitch with no rubber, cause that bitch be so raw Puff-puff when the semi pump, nigga really gonna pop Trunks when you see me duck, niggas really want Y'all punks can't see the God trap, truly Lord And I click like Donkey Kong when I hit this long Better run when you see the mob, you be seeing God Hear the drum when my niggas march, you gon' see Allah You the son of a bitch nigga, you daddy a broad You a bitch, little bitch nigga, probably wearing bras [Hook]

Kublai Khan

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Visions Of Gandhi"
[Vinnie Paz] God hates me, never keep my banger on safety My mother raised me alone, you can't break me My hearts pumpin the blood of Royce Gracie My thoughts dumpin the slug and point straightly You rhyme fakely, you still scarred I'm studing deep thoughts like Bill Maher I'm real raw, we just dumbin it out And y'all ain't sayin nothin with a gun in yo mouth Thats what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go deeper Y'all still under the spell of dose ether The Grim Reaper, its all nature And every word from Allah is on paper We all hate ya, we can't stand you Chapter 8, verse 3, book of Daniel You like a candle, you just burn You never worship Allah, you can't learn [Chorus Stoupe] [Tragedy Khadafi] Chemicle, space ships, see dust splits, hit from the Matrix Pig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter your patriots Make coast stops, injectin my pockets with Votox Laytex bitches be chokin on cock like Blow-Pops My flows hot, my glocks like a popular friend Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular says Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake Cause Red Planets like a Shit Magnet, it counters with Jay Digital cuffs, runnin from the D's and the fuzz Gut you out, rock Gas Mask, bleedin an stuff Into the void like blue velvet, goons and clerics New syntetic designer jewels for moods in deserts In heaven and earth, barcodes to measure my girth Thats like the J.D.L. joinin the zoo relation for turf Birth of the solar, we did so, write for the cobra God teks me, and we all stand with iced out clothes [Chorus Stoupe] [Goretex] Check it.. yo.. yo Now where it be's like, niggaz wanna stay tight, I stay right Face fight, get your weak, split, shit then I spit Most Acurate, Flex writin back a bit range on the side of it Yo I'm tryin to get a lot of it I rock that exotic shit, spit the hottest shit Yo trial, might get the same time ya oughta get Death before dishonor shit, gangster persona shit Jedi Mind, 2-5 is who I'm probably with When Im tryin to score the third, its who I holler with Yo hood, its my project, exchange objects Yo guns for my teks, yo range for my lex Q.B. to Philly, we control sets I stay splurgin, heads stay wrapped in Turbans Tigher than a Virgin of Ford Excursion, nigga So how you figure that we don't be reppin Hoes sell weapons in the Dodge Intremped, nigga [Chorus Stoupe] [Goretex] Yo Stoupe, whattup baby, whats good Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo

Look What I'm Going Thru

PASTOR TROY "Book I"
(feat. Kingpin Skinny Pimp) [Hook: Male singer] Look what I'm going thru [16x] [Verse 1: T Mac] I was sitting at the table while popping on my yego Dual off in my Chevy got me loose finna let go And I got 'em ducking finna buck 'em Shaking bitches off with fire when I'm lucking Murder keep me fiending for a pill in the kill and I steel when I ratter tatter tatter Watch her body splatter cause it really doesn't matter If I gotta I'ma pop her and the clip gone stop her Ena Forina sipping on a Zima Smoke cut it out How you live about Bitches in the South Women in the South Where my yams and my chicken and my color I'm picking, I'm picking, I'm choosing, I'm losing my mind my niggas is all of the time Dope than I choke Coughing the smoke So I be like fuck that dope Let's go bump a dime Fuck with my mind Keeping the nine all of the time I'm chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine Fuck what a nigga say he gone do I represent BulletProof And I been down since '92 Y'all don't know what I done been thru [Hook: Male singer] Look what I'm going thru [16x] [Verse 2: Pastor Troy] Shit all I got is a bunch of problems and other stress In the land where a little man must wear a vest Settle for less But I got lesser Got this bitch that ain't shit and God won't bless her Won't slow me down Front this ho around let's be fo' real Kill or be killed I got feelings but I still can't feel Hungry for meals And until I can say I got it I'ma go take these crackers hostage at they college That's Higher Learning Blunt burning gone help me see The realness of this fucked up reality It's blasphemy A quarter ki of cooked coco Beware, although a bunch of fucking punks out there Ain't no scare Look what I'm going thru [Hook: Male singer] Look what I'm going thru [16x] [Verse 3: Eleven Twenty-Nine] Quarter birds slabbed on the scale with no cut Can't worry about what niggas think cause they don't wanna see me up 1988 we had connections like them Goodfellas Smith and Wesson on my side cause can't nobody tell us Nigga what the fuck you doing how we do it when I pray to God that he forgive me for my sins My mama still tell me till this day Better watch this how they play And muthafuck what niggas say That's that's why my mind can't get trapped inside a nigga no bullshit Tripping off some Anna that's why I be quick to pull quick Money still rolling holdin' down this shit with Congregation Sold my soul Done pimped my foes, still big facing Got me pacing [Hook: Male singer] Look what I'm going thru [16x] [Verse 4: Mica B] Coming up in the game making this money We constantly bumping gimme some on the scene Gotta pocket in the bank full of green And all my real thugs roll to clean Chiefin' that goody Thinking bout business Short term and long term Bullets we burn With a thick firm Let the whole world know it's our turn Major D in Tennessee, ATL, Georgia, and M-Town Bound to crank a spot up now Yes you know we pack them rounds, uh Making moves in the hood Chiefing with the big boys Rolling in the big toys Making all the big noise Ain't scared to go to war And all us hustlers like to score I'm dropping that pants worse Pimp first Then fuck what haters speak I'm pimping on these streets And these south joints paying me Mange twah in the Marriott I send 'em to the private parties Then scoop 'em up From the snake joint and big bodies

Tom Ford (Remix)

JAY-Z
[Intro: Jay-Z] Clap for a nigga with his rappin ass Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass Clap for a nigga with his rappin ass Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass ...Tom Ford [3X] [Jay-Z] Comin up, comin down Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown Bad bitch, H-Town Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around Paris where we been, pard' my Parisian It's Hov time in no time, it's fuck all y'all season Piss Bordeauxs and Burgundies, flush out a Riesling When Hov's out them hoes out, y'all put y'all weaves in And - clap for a nigga with his rappin ass Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass Spent all my euros on tuxes and weird clothes I party with weirdoes, yeah Hov, yeah Hov [Chorus: Jay-Z] I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford International, bring back the Concorde Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard ...Tom Ford [5X] [Jay-Z] Yeah, hands down got the best flow, sound I'm so special Sound boy burial, this my Wayne Perry flow Y'all know nothin 'bout Wayne Perry though District of Columbia, guns on your Tumblrs Fuck hashtags and retweets (nigga) 140 characters in these streets (nigga) Pardon my laughin, y'all only flaggin on beats (nigga) Pardon my laughin, I happen to think you sweet, heh [Chorus] [Jay-Z (Beyonce)] (Aww man homie) Uh, so throwed Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Hol' up; I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford [Pimp C] Huh... CHU'UCH! Hol' up, Tony Snow Check 1-2, 1-2, bitch! [taps mic] Is the mic on? Sweet Jones, yeah... BEEEE-YATCH! Knowmtalmbout? "Keep yo' foot off in they ass", that's what Ken told me Niggaz like to play games cause they feel like they know me (feel like they know me) You don't know me nigga, I done changed (I done changed) So don't be tryna put no shit off in the game (gaaaame) This ain't no motherfuckin '91 We out here rappin for money, you niggaz rappin for fun I don't fuck with nobody in this shit but Bun Still give me a million, you gotta give that nigga one (onnne) You can try me if you want to, bitch (want to, BE-YATCH!) But I'ma show you what the fuck I'm workin with (Uh!) It's man style, pistol popper, you ain't real Just 'cause you born in Port Arthur don't make a nigga trill (TRILL) Y'all here lettin that bitch run you Need to put that hoe in check, that's what real nigga do (do!) A bitch pussy ain't shit to me And you ain't gettin no respect, bitch, if you're fuckin for free, uhh! [Chorus] [Pimp C] HUH... CHU'UCH! HOL' UP, TONY SNOW SWEET JONES, BEEE-YATCH! [Jay-Z (Beyonce)] (Aww man homie) Uh, so throwed Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Hol' up; I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford

Died And Came Back

YOUNG BUCK "Straight Outta Ca$hville"
If i should die before i wake Lord please...my soul to take Man i ain't even ask for this shit... Theres no way i can hide it You see the pain in my eyes I ain't thinkin bout college Too busy tryin to stay alive They even cut the water off And i ain't trying to the lights gp Even little shit like 5 dollars i'ma fight for My sisters only 12 and she's pregnant wit a baby My brothers goin' ta jail and my momma's going crazy I'm all by myself, muthafuck my ol' lady ???'Cause soon as tha money fell, she was fucking niggas daily??? We already in hell, Lord, please will you save me I'm riding with a 12 gauge i know these niggas hate me I got a few birds and a few words for you niggas on the streets I'm swirving in excursions i know you heard of me I got em mad at me i hit the block top drop that nigga mad at me We sell rocks bust glocks and keep our rags hanging Thug niggas shooting at cops Look we ain't playing, anywhere, setting up shop I wonder if i died and came back Would god still let a nigga sit here and slang crack Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat Theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that I know You got the age headed bitches in the hood These snitches in the hood My suggestion to you nigga start getting it while its good If you crawl for your ball learn the game know the things that will get you knocked off 'Cause niggas out here aint playin ???Being real done popped off??? ???Two pills in this home got me way in new york??? Bout to run up in your home and i'm way up your floor My money and i'm gone, if you paid me on time, then we wouldnt have to shoot em But they got a place for him like they got a place for me Maybe we'll meet again, we'll just have to wait and see Thug niggas, i love killin, so cock it back and bust Remember me, i used to smoke weed on the school bus Nigga wha? nigga who? nigga wotcha gonna do? I'm young buck, now who? n' let me come thru Is it true before you die do you really see it coming Will the hardest nigga crying start running? I wonder if i died and came back Would god still let a nigga sit here and slang crack Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat Theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that I know Politicians is bullshitting And really bill clinton is the closest we gettin to ever havin a black president Still i feel heaven sent and try to walk with my head up 'Cause now we got this anthrax shit to be scared of Nobody prepared us for this All they said was 'make sure you watch the news at six' And we feeding all these other countries What about that old man eating out of the fuckin dumpster? If you dont know him then everything that goes up must come down One look, and all the projects that they got go down I'm cryin with god ???Me and my squad nigga, you get beat??? Now we ballin but remember how it used to be So regardless, dont let nothing come between our family our money our dreams And even when it seems like its all over from Tennessee to the Magnolia We gonna ball till we faulter I wonder if i died and came back Would god still let a nigga sit here and slang crack Would everybody treat me like i was the same cat Theres gotta be somebody that can come and explain that I know

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