Interested in Cryptocurrency?
Visit best CoinMarketCap alternative. Real time updates, cryptocurrency price prediction...

JUVENILE lyrics - Project English

H.B. HeadBusta

Original and similar lyrics
[Juvenile] Get out the way now, hey.. get out the way now.. Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. ahh, ahh Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. mmm Get out the way.. get out the way now.. You wonder why I don't smile and don't make friends or ki-ki with new niggaz; cause I don't know dem I didn't shoot marbles witcha and you ain't no kin Kissin ass like you be doin look you ain't no men The only reason you're talkin crazy cause you drank mo' gin You can take it there if you want, look you ain't gon' win And I'm feelin like an example is needed to be made I'ma take this calico and go bust me a head They might just won't retailate, they might just be afraid Some niggaz I been fuckin with controllin what they say It's still on! They wouldn't let me ride That was they nigga that we killed so one of us gotta die Oh yeah, they wanna play ha Must really be underestimatin me and this 'k ha It must not be meant for you so please get out the way now I'm one of the best doin this, bout every day now.. hah.. [Chorus: repeat 2X] I'm warnin ya, I'm tellin ya A HeadBusta is up in ya area Don't stand there better be bailin brah Or hollow tip bullets gonna tear you up [Juvenile] I wonder how long it's gon' take 'fore niggaz realize I'm not a game Look at me nigga, you think I'm playin Do it look like everything in my life goin correctly Bitch, I'ma be bout it 'til the man come get me I got a fucked up conscience, and my thinkin ain't right I got a brand new child but look I'ma slanger tonight Nigga swellin up his chest, cause I'm bangin his wife I'm at the bar drinkin Hennessy, he came with a knife I got my man on the side of me, he scopin him right He think it's over but he gonna get fucked over tonight If I got problem witcha I'ma address it, front and center If we beef in January, won't be until December I'm tryin to getcha outta here Like your momma and your lawyer, stuck with four or five open charges Dealin with you bitches like you're one of my children Whippin your ass because you left out the buildin [Chorus] [Juvenile] Fuck with a G ain't gon' never stop Somebody gotta go - you better have the better plot Cause if not, little shit could escalate to big shit One of your little man'sll be the one pay you a visit Enticed by them neighbors, they gave him a picture Twenty G's, some toolies, now he comin to getcha Wodie my life is like a football field He done crossed the line of scrimmage is the one I kill, and I feel that the marker should be first and goal And I got the ball of course, goin in to sco' - nigga What's my motherfuckin name Wodie it don't matter What's the shit up in my hand A piece of chrome manner And I just had me a blunt, and a cup of that gin Don't get scared now motherfucker you in trouble my friend [Chorus] [Juvenile] Get out the way now, hey.. Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. mm Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. uhh Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. uhh Get out the way now, the CMR is on the way now.. mm Get out the way now, a Ju-ve-nile is on the way now

Roll Call

M.O.P. "Warriorz"
[Intro] In the year 2000... {M-O-P} still bangin {Firing Squad!} {The last generation...} Hey, hey, hey, hey All right let me brake it down one for time for you You motherfuckers Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherfuckin games [Lil' Fame] Fuck the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y. N-I-N-E, make niggas M-I-A And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck Bitch don't get in my way Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace Fight along with the shell aces Holler if you hear me I turn your head into a skeleton skull And leave it hollow if you hear me I keep it funky, understand me son I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run Niggas see Lil' Fame creep thru the back street With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat What the fuck is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cute But I'm hear to fuck up your day do Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo I step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin [Chorus: M.O.P. Teflon] International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger We here with the whole squad, First Family empire Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger We here with the whole squad, First Family empire Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call [Billy Danze] Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand? B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze) Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer Y'all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin be Just make it loud and clear Come here nigga, I can't hear nigga I'm deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga) You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none) Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms) Hellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin barkin At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like We burn pipes, it's over [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system Nigga feel me, I want my goons Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean shit Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit (First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners) Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherfucker [Billy Danze] Aiyo we live by the code of the streets Move wit our peeps Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep I put my life on the line every step of the way It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course Okay, now that we establish that Nigga where the fuck that money at I know you got it, and I want it Jack Just give me half of that Take the other half and get yourself another pack And I'll be back for that [Chorus]

Land Of The Snakes

J. COLE "Born Sinner"
[Verse 1:] This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Lord, know some hoes from the past like "Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich" Well, should've asked It's funny how these niggas on some real "Be cool with me" shit I bagged two bitches like it's two of me bitch This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Finally got my own bedroom in this bitch No more sleeping in my brother's room Like man I might as well be sleeping in my mother's room Cause how I'm supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here? Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all this old gear This is flow here, this is no fair This is so pure, this is so clear This is one breath, this is no air Ain't no wedding and I do the most here I'm the President you the co-chair You the player, yeah, I'm the coach here Nigga I coast here That's why they got me set up on this West Coast here Avoiding the snakes, AK's, and coke yeah Get my dick wet but I never let it soak there Man I been thinkin' bout movin' out What? Country boy in the city in New York nine years Ran that shit like Diddy Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy [Hook:] Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you" I told her, "Aw baby don't stop! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!" She said, "You 'bout to miss church" while she riding me I like my Sundays with a cherry on top Make that ass drop Make that ass drop Make that ass drop Make that ass drop [Verse 2:] Now if you only had one wish is it devious? Cause you already know who your genie is Can't get a cover now your mag on my penis Like damn he turned out to be a genius Damn real shit nigga no Pixar You niggas soft like Meagan Good's lips are My kicks hard, my whip hard I came out the womb with my dick hard Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard It be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard Don't get exposed to these hoes, boy, knock it off I seen your mama in a Benz when she dropped you off Damn now who more thorough than me? I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see Gotta ask myself, "What mean the world to me?" [Hook:] Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you" I told her, "Aw baby don't stop! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!" She said, "You 'bout to miss church" while she riding me I like my Sundays with a cherry on top Make that ass drop Make that ass drop Make that ass drop Make that ass drop [Verse 3:] This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with A little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly Hills That's when I ran into this chick I went to college with Yeah back when a nigga was on scholarship Was in a rush but I still stopped to holla, shit That's the least I owed her cause see I tried to hit On the first night, nah I ain't proud of it I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it And I never called back, how thoughtfuless Now I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with her In her mind she calling me a misogynist nigga On some Bobby Brown shit my prerogative nigga is to hit and never commit Now realizing when I hit she never forgets So every time I ignore the telephone call Saying I'll hit her back knowing I'm never gon' call She was hurting, now she staring dead in my face, she was smirking Like, "Yeah I remember and nah you ain't worth shit, nigga You ain't worth shit, nigga" This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with

The Rule Won't Die

JA RULE "Rule 3:36"
Uh, uh, yeah, gangsta shit Takin my word, y'all want this They don't want none of me They don't want none of me Yeah, please believe it Rule baby, unquestionable Uh, uh, but you know that Heck, I know that Uh, ha, yeah, uh [Verse 1] What has this world come to When a nigga like me could be perceived the American Dream Life aint always what it seems, my younguns Please believe strugglin, always provokes the hustlin To that we accustomed You get acquainted with everybody throughout the hood Still don't trust 'em Trust is a serious thing Most niggas don't trust nobody they aint know since sixteen Does that mean the devil is in us, of course Who you think is holdin us up to fall short Touch but don't taste, taste but don't swallow And these are the rules that we 'posed to follow People pray for eternity, never see tomorrow They just, wishin the Lord would take 'em away from the horror that I'm currently, bringin, y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta Murder me, swingin bud, I won't die [Verse 2] Hear what I'm sayin, y'all niggas better start sayin prayers Cuz a nigga wit no cares, is finally here Say what I want, when I want, fuck police Cuz my gangsta niggas know we own the streets With the wind beneath my wings, ground under my feet I'm the black rose nigga that grew from concrete It's the Rule, get it right, or get it real hot A whole lotta shots sent flying through your block [gunshot] The one I need, and, oh, before I leave Does anybody else feel they don't wanna breathe Been menacing this society since conceived And nigga you know cold hearts don't bleed Still they, pray for eternity, never seein tomorrow They just, wishin the Lord would take 'em away from the horror that I'm currently, bringin, y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta Murder me, swingin, the Rule won't die...

Ride

Dirty
Umm, yes, yes, yes, y'all Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Sho nuff Let's ride, let's ride [Mr. G Stacka] I'm Mr. Everyday Chiefer Full of herb And this killer ass reefer got a nigger feeling swozy I'm slowly, creepin' up through the hood And I see my niggas, and the smoking real good So show a nigga love, what up kinfolk And while you at my nigga, won't you past the dope You know a nigga has to choke Of killer both for me, I got the smoke flowing down my throat So playa won't you ride with me We can get quizzer in the front of my drop top Caddy With my heat just ready to skeet So playa please don't drop no fire on my feet But it's all good, cause it's much love And I got my mind twisted off kind bud I'm screaming out Dirty thug Sipping on the Cognac with the hardest buzz So tell me what it was What it be like Mr. G living up to this gangster life And it's got me on a flight higher than a kite And my eyes real low so I have no sight I'm feeling really right as I keep flow, through the sky Way past cloud number nine Chiefing all the time, blazing on an ounce Cause I just can't make it with a nickel or a dime Everything looking fine in the Gump city Girls walk around short skirts on looking pretty You can tell the thugs from the sedity All the high-class girls always acting nitty But showing no pity, in the land Of blunt passing Niggas be everlasting Where Mr. G gone blaze the weed Until I'm dead and gone off in my casket [Chorus 1-Mr. G] Now take a trip in my 'Lac with me We can patch in You can go half on a sack with me We can find a freaky slut to beat And if it come down to it We can bust our heat in the street See, it don't really matter Long as I'm down for you And you down for me We can ride together, forever Rolling through the streets of the G-U-M-P [Chorus 2-Khao] It ain't nothing like riding the track, rocking the show Making the crowd get hype, letting them know Is you ready to wild out, I'm bout to flow Got you peeping the style out, as I go [Chorus 3-Big Pimp] Now should I drop the game on them hoes Now do you really understand How the pimp game goes It's all about money and hoes Keep us in it, with your mind froze And slamming Cadillac doors [Khao] Now I'm a ride on the track Giving you something that you can feel Better buckle up before you go, haters hit the door Cause we be hitting you with the skills Don't give up before you flow, I'm a let you know That my adrenaline assembling That's enough to have a emcee trembling Just give me the mic and them Frank Benjamin's And call the paramedic, I'm about to injure men Finish him, ain't many left to cope Hearts stopped beating, listen to this stethoscope So many emcees getting' left for broke And try to make a comeback, shoulda kept the joke Khao be the name, try dissin' me Your history, your absence a mystery Dried your game up like an antihistamine Put that on Big Pimp and Mr. G This'll be, something that people can ride to Laid back, track cool like Rallo Hit after hit we follow Wanted to nibble and bit off way more than you can swallow Y'all must be drunk off the bottle Hating on us, don't talk, bring yourself to me I don't need nobody helping me I'm about to lyrically burn a brother to the 12th degree What y'all wanna do now, huh Humiliated, didn't know, Krumbsnatchaz affiliated With Dirty, came up and really made it All these cats wanna be down with us I really hate it, but illustrated, the picture It takes skills to grab the mic And keep it tight, some want, simplified: Some had it, some got it Some wish they did, and some don't [Chorus 2] [Chorus 1] [Chorus 3] [Big Pimp] Now let me take you to the land where the riders see Pardon me shorty Let me introduce you to my pimp psychology Let a young nigga hold if you down with a holla at me Now follow me, to my '98 'Lac outside Now is she ready to ride Slip cover your eyes, it's a surprise I'll be obliged if you slide where them Dirty boys hide And I was hypnotized when a young playa saw (um,um) Your pretty brown eyes And I apologize if I came to hard Trying to get between your, sugar brown thighs You know the pimp hide And it's 12 o'clock tonight I got late night lust We need to, bring a pen and pad And keep count (keep count) Of the nuts I bust (I bust) I'm swerving, looking through my rearview nervous While your head steady working And your neck steady jerking Up on your knees in my seat And your lips steady slurping I don't just kill a knob And I know your mouth finna' throb And baby if you could Shine and rob with your tongue Like old Inga Shywood (Shywood), situation all good I love the way you got straight to it And plus I love the way you do it I wouldn't take nothing from you Girl you's a true headhunter Booger-lips turner You must have got it from you mother Now look up in the sky, it's a pimp in the air So freaky bitches better beware I got your mind, mega blown With the game that I spit And keep them freaky bitches horny as hell [Chorus 3] [Chorus 2] [Chorus 1] Ahh Sho nuff, sho nuff In my 'Lac with me On a sack with me Ahh Drop the game on them hoes {*Fades Out*}

Run For Cover

Flipmode Squad "The Imperial"
-Rampage intro talk- Yeah, niggas want to talk shit.. in the muthafucking room I got something for your motherfucking ass...check it out -Rampage Verse- Rampage im coming express through your chest In the Lex-GS, stop talking BS My watch is still flooded 850 for the budget Im Rugged, cats get gutted, rhyme then stab Send their rusty ass friend to the lab You's a crab, I take mines off the top like Fab Hit you with a jab for the 98 Number one in billboard with the triangle shape Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you cats get scrape Rampage Alexander the great -1st Rampage chorus- WHAT better run for cover for its too late WHAT You know we got it locked way out of state WHAT -Rah Digga Verse- Now whose the chick to come ice the cake Put it through everybody on my licence plate (Aight) Ripping Mc's then got a rap chick fiending (fiending) Celine type creaming (creaming) Make them rappers poof like them crackers did Keenen Meaning I run that, Waiting on mine like im the LL comeback Wack rappers crawled out from holes Now you souped cuz you slithered up the todem pole Flipmode Squad affiliate of of time-warner Send all you punks back to decorate the corner -Second Rampage chorus- Better run for cover for its too late WHAT You know we got it locked way out of state WHAT -Spliff Star- Now Baby Sham take the safety off hold -Baby Sham verse- There's alot of fake cats that jump in their mans Rolls Come to my show with these fake wallos Turqoise hid invoiced with plans to blow See me backstage with the gauge upholds my pantsleg Hand made suits contracts is in the briefcase Life Negotiate so when I split these pies Im sexing your dime Flow for Flow batteling rhymes Talking some crime Now I gotta split your time (what what) Get your shit pushed back like these seats recline (yeah) -Repeat second Rampage chorus- -Spliff Star verse- Sliff Star throw on my scully tipping my brim (uh huh) Stand on the Street corner scuffing up my Timbs Take off my jacket Pack the four fith cause a racket (thats right) Freaky fella Jimmy swaggert (wha) Kill a sucka Brothers had it (ha) Contradiction Crucifiction False Leadership Richard Nixon Bouncing and switching the lanes all up in the Range Heres a fifty for twenty dollars of gas gimme my change! -Repeat Second Rampage chorus 2x- -Lord Have Mercy verse- Hey its the worlds famous international Sinner irational (ha) Nigga who dance with wolves (*wolf howl*) Masterful bash skulls Crack axles peel out in black fords (*tire screech*) Splatter brains on dashports Start anthrax wars See's cast like task force die on a cross (ha) July 4th blow your hands off (Blaaoow!) Special delivery Jam cause with ghetto misery when im killabrese of canine Last name heard it through the grapevine Killing your blood millineum bug United States divide with hate crimes Roll snake eyes In the concrete jungle of hell While Lord Have stays Super like the son of Jor-el -Rampage Chorus changed order- WHAT You know we got it locked way out of state WHAT Better Run for cover for its too late WHAT you know we got it locked way out of state WHAT -Busta Rhymes verse- I be the last nigga The quick to bust your ass niggas Do anything in this world to get the cash niggas I might even get mad and even slash niggas Rob them and get away in a car and crash niggas Whats the world gonna do when I drop the smash nigga Iron all in your face dont make me pull the trigga Another reason for me to have to poor my own swigga Thought I was posing for word up but a fed took my picture Surgeon general I represent the underneath The ask for shit beef The worlds greatest fucking thief Brick layer hardcore smash your front teeth Wilding it straight giving their mother mad grief Rob a nigga strip him down leave him in his briefs Do so much dirt the priest asked me to turn another leaf Made the priest flip change his whole belief Started wildin in the club with them niggas starting beef Act fool

Was it funny? Share it with friends!