JUVENILE lyrics - Project English

Outro-Let's Go

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[Baby talking] Whut's happ'n, whut up G(G-G) (H-B-G's nigga) believe dat Hot Boy fo life Nigga, we gon' do this for all tha projects around tha world right (Mag, Melph, Callio) H-B-G's, B-G-F, we ridin out on this Project English Whut's up G, nigga speak on it (we ride for tha projects) I'm bout to give These niggas some live entertainment (B-G-F, H-B-G's muthafucka) [Baby] Whodi, uh, jump shop let's do this, bitch get wit this Hot Boys, slow down lil' daddy fo' I hit you wit this cannon Who, huhn, what, where Lil' daddy you can stop & stare Do ya thang ya fool, bitch I been here, I grew here, bitch I been here Hot Girls, Hot Boys Bling blingin', ridin' in them new toys Weezy, Geezy, Turk, Superstar We dippin' ridin' in them new toys Juvy's Project English Baby, bitch I mean this [Big G talking] This Big G, get wit em Killa star [Lac] I'm from tha Nolia where foot soldiers ride Benz & shit Where cut throaters always posin' as yo friends & shit Where news reporters bulletproof they camera lens & shit A trigger click over & over behind them ends & shit Yeah all this time had yall thinkin' that it was cool uptown Like a nigga don't lose they life from them tools uptown Every night a different nigga catch tha blues uptown It's so trife young students shoot up schools uptown An A-T-F kickin' in do's atleast twice a week It's like I'm hustlin' fo' my health, I can't get past a ki I'm either duckin' tha po po' or tied up in beef I'm bangin' up this slow poke who got caught in tha streets [Steppa talking] Bitch yall think this a game, Baby ain't playin, he doin' this here Yall know me, Steppa ya dig, I ain't just start doin' this here I been around ya dig what I'm sayin', I come from tha old school I was taught this ya heard me & he know ya dig what I'm sayin' Whatever, killin', whatever, ya dig Sick wit it, ain't no joke Tell em what time it is Mike [Mike talking] This Mike straight out tha pen, just from doin' ten Originial head busta, 3rd Ward Hot Boy [Sickwitit talking] This that Sickwitit ya heard me, straight out that Melph Yall muthafuckas better recpect it cause Cash Money done hooked up wit A real killa, a head busta ya heard me, I'm a H-B-G & we rollin wit tha B-G-F's ya heard me, so you better get wit it or I'm gonna get wit you Ya heard Me [Big G talking] This Big G nigga, O-G Cash Money Hot Boy fo' life nigga respect it or Check it, get wit it nigga [Baby talking] Fa sho' homie & Elden I'm ridin' for ya & all these gangstas that We Forgot & didn't get a chance to get on it, we ridin' for ya, time out For ya, Cash Money Hot Boy, Project English baby, lets get this money

Y'all Niggaz Ain't No Killaz, Y'all Niggaz Some Hoes

PROJECT PAT "Mista Don't Play"
[Talking: La Chat] Yea dis La Chat up in dis motherfucker 'Murder She Spoke'will be out in a minute Ya hear me Dig dat Project Pat in dis thang finna let you weak ass punk ass wanna-be hard ass wanna real record deal bitches know Y'all motherfukers ain't no killaz Y'all aint nuthin but some motherfucking hoes So getcha mug off me when you see me If you ain't finna do nuthin then keep ya distance boy! [Chorus:8x] Yall niggaz aint no killaz yall niggaz sum hoes Yall niggaz aint killaz yall niggaz some hoes [Project Pat] You can run but you cant hiide I wont let you slide Strap with gun get ya mind right or a homicide Shall be done T-K-O style bugged like Ms. Wild On the run doing dumb shit blasted up a child Stand ya ground hold ya own so you best to regulate Imma clown on a damn fool slugs will penetrate When in skin you got no wind when i gotta tone Im the man with master plan you can bring it on When I set to his hoe ass right up in his mugg With this thang bitch I will blast coughin up your blood First you came to a real man thinking I's a boy When it rains and it does pour I's the real McCoy Done deal pullin out steel bitch play no games You's a two dollar ass boy and Im making change Take hieve to these motherfuckin words dat I say Dont play with real niggas real niggas dont play [Chorus:8x] [Project Pat] A real nigga workin jobs before he fall off Will pull one with a mask or a sawed off Areal nigga don't speak what he dont know He keep his mouth shut act like he dont know A real nigga will kill if he have too Take care his kids anyway dat he got too A real nigga never start shit he in shit That mastermind shit that execute shit [Singing: Project Pat] So dont you hoes try to test me Best to bow down and rest me The police want to arrest me I won't get caught Some want to annihilate me Some of yall really hate me Here I go bitch try and take me I will kill you

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

Charms Alarm

Common Sense "Can I Borrow a Dollar?"
A-hem What we have here is a very, serious delicate situation Lots of people out here always ridin the dick, hmmph But check this out I like your style, I like your stride and I like your motivation But the Late Show, we ain't standin for that shit So my man right here he wrote a little song about it Why don't you sing it [Common] Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com Call me Mr. Hollywood -- check it out! Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com Call me Mr. Hollywood On the Goodship, Lollipop POP goes the lolli lolli, for I'm, the Jolly Good Fellow, he-LLO Is anybody there I'm not a step, so don't stare Because I Rock-well I always feel like I always feel like, Somebody's Watchin Me ooh, Somebody's Watchin Me It's gotta be that, that that that nigga that sweat my shit I say say say, Black get off the 'zack, you block my urinal tract I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't know me You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin and you're phony It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride So when you see me homey, just please just step aside Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin from the Southside where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't stand it, don't go outside Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your card and nowadays it's all these dick kids, that wanna be hard You're FRAUDULENT, I can tell a pussy by his scent So sorry, but the van got tipped And out is how I'm lookin, I'm lookin out for my people I'm fly like I'm fly like but me don't have no eagle Beat the beater with the juice, how far would you go to You're never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-WOOH! * sings like En Vogue* You wasn't down from the +Jump+, so why you wanna Kris Kross You no business buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker Get lost, cause youse a sucker .. [Common] We really lucky we got em, you can spot em from a distance, now let's just say FOR INSTANCE you got a crank gettin ganked for his bank by some snake little wench -- is you is, or is you ain't the suck-errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr You gotta gotta be, gotta be, to let the shit occur Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too proud to beg, for your dough She get your money mo money mo money money mo! I couldn't go out like that if it was my first day off of punishment Just call me Kaopectate; in relationships, I'm runnin shit So don't be comin to me with that, We can go out, you pay Cancel that bitch, it's the, Unamerican way This is the circumcision, and skins is gettin cut off Ridin on my shit, just to get they nut off NOT, no cops, just low-downs want a lick If you ain't down with the 'Van, Dyke, get off the Dick Cause I remember the time, the time, the time you tried to play me like I was booty but now you're just a groupie Sweatin me uhh, sweatin me uhh Tellin me when I get big don't be forgettin me uhh But forget you, forgot you, after, I rock you It's Blo Pop time bitch, you better set your clock to the Charms Alarm .. [Common] Why'd the sucker MC sucker MC cross the road To get to the other side! Why'd the sucker MC sucker MC cross the road To get to the other side, now check it out I got the pep in my step, the slide in my glide So I won't trip, when I let my backbone slip Some shake it to the East, I'm shakin West, well I'ma shake your mid And I'ma get you suckaz, just give me one side, and one rib I barbeque the mouths HEY, I barbeque the mouths Cause mom always said - don't play wack in the house! So take that garbage to the backyard And I was like, Everybody wanna wanna rap hard Before you wasn't hardcore, so Sonic why ya flipped How you gonna hop when you ain't hip You found rap, on a two-way street - and lost it on a parkway, I ain't sayin no names, yo Rico Suave Fuckin goons fakin stab wounds, I need to shank the crank Elvis Presley Jr., tryin to be somethin that you ain't No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go on stage and take off all your clothes; then you -- strike a pose You knows and I knows, that's how you sell your record Because your shit is BUTT, you gotta get NAKED But you're wack, you're wack, showin your body to me I said you're wack, you're wack, showin your body to me You got no Soul man, and you need to get a Pound Cause you, ain't, ah-really down.. .. with true hip-hop you SUCKERS

Charms Alarm

COMMON "Can I Borrow A Dollar?"
A-hem What we have here is a very, serious delicate situation Lots of people out here always ridin the dick, hmmph But check this out I like your style, I like your stride and I like your motivation But the Late Show, we ain't standin for that shit So my man right here he wrote a little song about it Why don't you sing it [Common] Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com Call me Mr. Hollywood -- check it out! Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com Call me Mr. Hollywood On the Goodship, Lollipop POP goes the lolli lolli, for I'm, the Jolly Good Fellow, he-LLO? Is anybody there? I'm not a step, so don't stare Because I Rock-well I always feel like I always feel like, Somebody's Watchin Me ooh, Somebody's Watchin Me It's gotta be that, that that that nigga that sweat my shit I say say say, Black get off the 'zack, you block my urinal tract I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't know me You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin and you're phony It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride So when you see me homey, just please just step aside Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin from the Southside where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't stand it, don't go outside Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your card and nowadays it's all these dick kids, that wanna be hard You're FRAUDULENT, I can tell a pussy by his scent So sorry, but the van got tipped And out is how I'm lookin, I'm lookin out for my people I'm fly like I'm fly like but me don't have no eagle Beat the beater with the juice, how far would you go to You're never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-WOOH! * sings like En Vogue* You wasn't down from the +Jump+, so why you wanna Kris Kross? You no business buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker Get lost, cause youse a sucker .. [Common] We really lucky we got em, you can spot em from a distance, now let's just say FOR INSTANCE you got a crank gettin ganked for his bank by some snake little wench -- is you is, or is you ain't the suck-errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr You gotta gotta be, gotta be, to let the shit occur Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too proud to beg, for your dough She get your money mo money mo money money mo! I couldn't go out like that if it was my first day off of punishment Just call me Kaopectate; in relationships, I'm runnin shit So don't be comin to me with that, We can go out, you pay Cancel that bitch, it's the, Unamerican way This is the circumcision, and skins is gettin cut off Ridin on my shit, just to get they nut off NOT, no cops, just low-downs want a lick If you ain't down with the 'Van, Dyke, get off the Dick Cause I remember the time, the time, the time you tried to play me like I was booty but now you're just a groupie Sweatin me uhh, sweatin me uhh Tellin me when I get big don't be forgettin me uhh But forget you, forgot you, after, I rock you It's Blo Pop time bitch, you better set your clock to the Charms Alarm .. [Common] Why'd the sucker MC sucker MC cross the road? To get to the other side?! Why'd the sucker MC sucker MC cross the road? To get to the other side, now check it out I got the pep in my step, the slide in my glide So I won't trip, when I let my backbone slip Some shake it to the East, I'm shakin West, well I'ma shake your mid And I'ma get you suckaz, just give me one side, and one rib I barbeque the mouths HEY, I barbeque the mouths Cause mom always said - don't play wack in the house! So take that garbage to the backyard And I was like, Everybody wanna wanna rap hard Before you wasn't hardcore, so Sonic why ya flipped? How you gonna hop when you ain't hip? You found rap, on a two-way street - and lost it on a parkway, I ain't sayin no names, yo Rico Suave Fuckin goons fakin stab wounds, I need to shank the crank Elvis Presley Jr., tryin to be somethin that you ain't No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go on stage and take off all your clothes; then you -- strike a pose You knows and I knows, that's how you sell your record Because your shit is BUTT, you gotta get NAKED But you're wack, you're wack, showin your body to me I said you're wack, you're wack, showin your body to me You got no Soul man, and you need to get a Pound Cause you, ain't, ah-really down.. .. with true hip-hop you SUCKERS

Hustle Hard

ACE HOOD "Blood, Sweat & Tears"
[Ace Hood:] (Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle) [Chorus:] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I'm a do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard Big bank in my pocket Double up with my profit See this shit than I cop it Gimme that there and than drop it Homie, hold up with my mojo Peep the whip and the logo 24's and they low pro I bet she fucking, I know so Nigga ain't no doubt about it Riding round with that rocket Load it up and I cock it Send bout a couple off in your nog And hear them 808's and they knocking Whole club and they rocking Rose in them buckets All my homies up in here vibing Nigga big shit in my household Real niggas I die for Creeping off in that Tahoe All about de l'argent Nigga don't stop the party We be getting gnarley Old kimosabe homie's chiefing cause I'm Marley This is the same old shit [Chorus] [Swizz Beatz:] I think I'm from Kingston, Jamaica homes Cause I got 10 jah and 10 om's I don't leave the crib without my chrome I keep blowing up, like my mobile phone Them L red bottoms, I designed em homes I spiked them whole damn shoe for you assholes I used to stunt my black card for my new broads Now I just whip the four-door, oh my gosh The [?] Aston, I did that too Wait til we come with Matt reds and Matt Blues I'm an empire, you a little boy Got a Lamborghini, that's my son's toy Where the flip did I get that paper Shades on I can't see you haters Taking off when I see you later I-I-I hustle paper [Chorus] [Ace Hood:] Okay now, all I know is hustle Get it off the muscle Block is my attire Keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga I be going hard, bitch I'm going hard I just hit the mall You just swipe the card I'm with a couple latin broads I just do menage Fuck you other guys Pussy telling lies Homie, free my nigga AG Fuck you niggas pay me Swagging in my saline Two door coupe Mercedes I am too much for you buster's Bitches I don't trust em Fuck em once, I fuck em Lust em never love em They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper Make my bitches stomp her Alpha zeta mega, better no-one really on it Drive it, bet I own it Money is involved, bet I know I'm on it That's wording to my mother Gotta get it one way or another I put that on my brother I'm out here on the come up [Chorus]

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