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JUVENILE lyrics - Project English

Set It Off

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[Juvenile] I'ma T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna If a bitch leave me, I'ma take every thing from her Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy me a Four-Runner I walk wit a limp, cuz my nuts heavy And I like it from tha back so hold your butt steady I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin Lil Momma I love pussy, but I ain't lickin Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n You don't want it girl, you don't know what u missin I'm tha baddest boss nigga walkin You ain't heard I got a team of head busters waitin to give me tha work I gotta few in tha East Coast, a few in tha West Down-South to Mid-W, wassup to tha rest Can't forget about tha ghetto, where they strugglin in debt No matter what I do dawg, I love my set [Hook (Juvenile)] Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup Set It Off in this muthafucka Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup Set It Off in this muthafucka Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup Set It Off in this muthafucka Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup Set It Off in this muthafucka [Juvenile] That Nig-gidty Nig-gidty Nile's in this bitch, get right Fuck what u heard on tha streets, it's CMR for life Still ridin on dubs, sippin brown and white Jump stupid if u want, bitch we gone clown tonite We got 25 choppers in tha V.I.P. Cristal () and a pound of weed And I know u waitin for me to get drunk, and follow me home Picture what I'm gone give to u, a shot to yo dome Fuckin wit yo boys and all that talkin, they gone get hit too I'm really not givin a fuck, as long as I get u Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker I'ma general, executin tha plan Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n tha land Comin up on hoes, tellin them to jump in the van Mommy please come break off just me and my man [Hook] [Juvenile] 55% of these niggas is fake, tha other 45% be handlin they weight 55% of these women is hoes, tha other 45% be playin they role Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, take these muthafuckin cuffs off of us We kill nobody in this car, but us And ridin on 20's is tha law for us I ain't from France, but excuse my french Fuck ya if ya hatin, nigga save that there I been dealinw it u bitches from why way back then Plus I kept a fire ducked off to lay back in You say my momma played me and J be tight Juvie takin care, so everything alright Bitches see tha sliver () wit tha phat ass pipes Bein followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes [Hook]

Fresh

Choclair
INTRO [Choclair] Everybody's got something to say Everybody's got something to do Something to talk about Whenever I move, eyes glued -- Choclair Everybody wants to try and draw cards They ain't got nothing to shuffle And if they got some cards they playing with nothing but jokers [Choclair] My attitude on the whole is, fuck dumb shit My niggas stay suave so fuck a dumb bitch And niggaz who be actin like they bitches And bitches who actin like they niggaz, but they still a bitch Don't make my long finger itch, Come bitch and complain Make my back strain No dough to contol you further Pirate niggaz, wild for the night Bre-X motherfuckers, whenever I move eyes glued And always got something to prove I could care less about your attitude And what you think about us I stay focus cause greedy cats always chase us We all tryin to bust, so stick and move, stick and move Nigga on our train just because of our grooves Other niggaz call names to bypass dues Nigga I see you I just choose not to address You, your wack crew, your whole flop set Imagine I was unsigned and had more respect I was gone for some time but still the first on your breath You haven't done shit I hate to see the next man rise Crack your oven but I'm done Surprise! CHORUS X2 [Choclair] (Saukrates) (What you want, from me) (Nigga, Nigga) When ever I move eyes glued I drop shit whether it's smooth or hard dude Leave you all confused When ever I move eyes glued [Choclair] Now some cats tried to fuck with big dogs But forget a dog'll tear them with one slam in their jaw I got my own thing never rumage through yours Mine soars like an eagle, yours is floored as paws Unappealin' like a cold sore, a blemish On your whole track record, you apoligize Want me on your side, nah fuck it Take it back you got wack shit, don't associate Was a nice guy 'til niggaz tried to hit the gate You was all diet and now your hands reach for my plate But, you can't eat my food duke, too spicy Got a long belly on the industry Flip burgers to pasteries Look at me with your long teeth Bitin' on my word lookin for raw beats Bitches gettin mad when they call me 'YOU DIDN'T RETURN MY PAGE' Bitch I been on the road for 4 weeks, cool off When I get there, I'mma break you off Niggaz actin hard but they soft Cause they more space then lost And more race then cars Hatin me 'cause i do tours Long dick givin' y'all a long kiss goodbye CHORUS [Choclair] This was meant for a few Some was individualized 'Cause niggas insist to chastized and chastize I still penetrate like I'm between two thighs My conglomorates takin' down your whole opera-tion Niggas who hate to make themselves sound great Stun cats 'cause my system draw cats like Bayton You hear me son, can't compete wit the suave dog Circle enterprise is the clique Wanna be me Mistique your hoe Your story's untold why me? 6 foot 1, a bill seventy I'm the logo when exposed I come heavily Is it me, (or is it my personality) Is it me, or is it my personality That make you all envious of us quick to bust Like a dick getting sucked by 2 dutch, with big tits and blonde heads You straight pussy nuff said What you want from me? (Nigga, nigga)

Twinz

BIG PUNISHER "Endangered Species"
[Big Punisher] Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Beatles' with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin spaghetti Everybody kiss the fuckin floor, Joey Crack, buck em all If they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin whore Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily [Fat Joe] It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wake Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight [Big Punisher] I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin Insanity's building up pavillion in my civilian The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss Forever and take all the cheddar like child support [Fat Joe] I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves My brother from another mother sent from the above A thug nigga just like me, one of the best -- might be Even better leavin niggaz kneelin on they right knee [Big Punisher] Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture You small change, I'm blowin out your brains gettin richer [Fat Joe] Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what You gettin stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck! [Big Punisher] Trunk jewels (jewels), cruisin in the Land, pumpin 'Cash Rules' Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin to pass through [Fat Joe] That's true, so who the next to get it TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it) Chorus: Pun, Joe [Pun] And it's [Joe] Here, and you don't stop! [Pun] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top [Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop! [Pun] Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked [Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop! [Pun] We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot [Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop! [Pun] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop! [Big Punisher] Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch em in the T-bird The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary tight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl Black Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it real You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it [Fat Joe] Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena Kickin ass as I blast off heat, and you never see me talk to police, so you should know that I really don't care Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there So beware it's rare that niggaz want beef, Big Pun speak and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets [Big Punisher] Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion, Puerto Ricans known for slashin catchin niggaz while they sleepin, no relaxin Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars Fill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down [Fat Joe] We lock towns like rounds in the chamber Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine everytime plus I'm the crime boss of New York When we talk to walk the walk all my niggaz carry chalk and stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it go and get it set it baby and I'ma bury ya So remember the Squad that I'm reppin I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggaz till it's armaggedeon Chorus 2X (to fade)

Lucci

La the Darkman "Heist of the Century"
[Intro: La the Darkman] Gun rule. We gon' make this spicy. It's La Trapacanty right here. You know? And we gon' do it like this. Yeah. Darkman. [La the Darkman] Yo, yo, watch the Corleone give neck ties and puff bones Stick arabs for the crystals like Indiana Jones Witness, La, hands of stone, on this action packed odessey Majesty, livin out the golden book prophecy Unstoppable, Iron Shiek of rap speaks Blaze a tree in the street, blue and grey benz jeep Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon New entrepreneur, no match to go to war On tour, blowin smoke out the four by four Enjoyin life, I don't know a man who live twice Cee-Lo, king, rollin dice, holdin Glaciers of Ice Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft of Manhatten While I get blitzed and rich, watch him run short flicks With a bad chick, La been raw since eighty-six On the block, new kicks with chalk and skunk mitts Son, i'm fortunate to still be here, shells is close City Lights, La The Dark, stay conceilin the toast Cuz thieves who decieve get loot the most But thieves that see me are left Holy as the Ghost [Chorus x2: La the Darkman] For that lucci, it's all about that lucci For that lucci, it's all about that Gettin money in many ways in these lasy days With Venom written wisdom, I have to say crime pays [La the Darkman] I'd rather die if I'm not livin fly, Now Y Can't get a job with a corporate, fuck it, I'm gettin high Suicide commited in cells, dwellers square as hell Children can't have a chance with impairable bells Sufferin in a jail, I only recognize a soul Reach one with a cold force, gon' be the one that have to be told Behold the son of God with a scroll Flame throwin lyrics, niggaz better stop, drop and roll Lyrics is gold, Darkman pushin up in the land Hit a spot fot a Rolex watch, two thousand grams Now dip, cuz loose lip shorts ain't shit But in this drug rap, I bang like the Bloods and the Crips Guns and clips seen to make my state rotate Stayin close to a hornet, drinkin, bustin that jake Holdin my weight, now a purchase 'bout to case When I coke 'em and drop 'em it equal Cali earthquakes I escape, baggin worth, pawn porcelain plates Get ill like Al Capone after sniffin that ape And my state from the halls of Hell Sing-sing stick a spear through your chest like an ear and an earring [Chorus] [La the Darkman] Niggaz and sneakers and over-night night crawler creapers Cake junkies on the Jones plannin a heist to get ya speakers In that Acura, same soldiers attackin ya Desert camellion, no civilian, better know as Dracula Seven, I'm 'bout to see about a half a mil' With twenty niggaz perfectin in Kung Fu skills And fuck bitches, they only want they name on my will And all you half-ass rappers, kid, you need to be killed My shit is ill, the eels gave birth to my friend I represent on all tracks like the number four train Maintain, it's all about the cheese you gain I get the studies, then the money and the bitches, fuck the fame [Chorus]

Love Letter

ACTION BRONSON "Well-Done"
Yo, I almost cried writing this shit yo We met at college for the culinary arts First time I saw that ass, boo, it swallowed up my heart, damn Plus you were gorgeous, I played it cool though Slipped me the number told me utilize it Only thing I thought about was your pussy, how I'ma brutalize it Size six in the sneakers, smoking reefer Was the daily routine, gave her call one day Told me meet you up at forty deuce, I didn't hesitate to say 'yes' Threw on the sweatsuit, hopped in the Beamer Top down, twenty below, she gave me butterflies Had her father light complexion and her mother's eyes Thunder thighs, I'm trying to make some babies with her We grew closer, connected at the hip She started flipping over little shit Became a bigger problem, and she pregnant, what I'ma do? I went the coward route - what a fucking jerk I hated myself for years and thought I made up All the pent up anger in a while, and tell me straight up Do you love me? Then what's the next step? It's either 'yes' or 'no' before you take your next breath Remember the days you held me on your chest? I listened to your heart, gentle kisses on your breast You said I was your king, or was it just a show? But we don't even talk, so I guess I'll never know How does a love so strong just fall to pieces? I believe in science and she believe in Jesus Yo, what the fuck boo? I fucking lust you And plus I loved you, bitch fuck you I miss you so much, fucking bitch I'll fucking kill you, but I love you I just want to kiss you one more time

What It Takes

Choclair
featuring K.C. Thomas and Afrolistic (Choclair) aiyo wassup yo it's me yo wassup the Choclair brother represents the T dot the O dot chiznock rocks it non stop so come and take a ride on the parinormal side (Afrolistic) aiyo wassup yo it's me yo wassup Afrolistic represents the T dot the O dot Afro rocks it non stop come and take a ride on the paranormal side (K.C. Thomas) aiyo wassup yo it's me yo wassup K.C. Thomas represents the T-dot the O-dot K.C. rock the block come and take a ride on the paranormal side (Afrolistic) yo catch the feeling of the sub-human being forever seeing things you can't see cause I was born intraverdly cutting wind with my lyrics like the sword of Shinobi was on the down low (but now people' bout to know me) the signifigance of this is get you bliss and keep you hungry my style never duplicated it metaphores constently while other brothers be actin real phony I be wettin' ladies with my punchlines beggin for me tony (Choclair) now you never seen this brother comin' from the Eastbound (Eastbound) to coin a phrase and have the shhh locked down (locked down) to throw a show an clock the reds and the browns clown people get clowned and jack-fakers beat down I rock it from the borough break down to Doomstown and milk some ----- out in 'Saga city and laughin' with my cousins up in Brampton stylin' profilin' while East York calls down the fort peace to Julie Black who lives out in North York yo these people try be dissin' me I ask 'em what for you got no credentials or potential to step into the realm of the sexual (K.C. Thomas) now first things first k-c-t h-o the m-a-s bring it to your face brother or to your chest I'm nice times twice I use this mic as a lyrical sacrafice got you in my grips like vice I represent the T-dot and I'm known to keep a hot spot flows like blood clots know my abc's and what-nots from a to z including p's and q's and if you's rhyme alarming your's is on snooze I'm addiciting like booze like Parker Lewis can't lose your lacking a smacking my rhymes are known for beat-jacking and brain-cells for packing persona full of lady-macking stop acting like you're shifty Jack be nimble K.C. be nifty this lyrical hit can dis the and make a grown woman miss me come on now I see why you actin' kinda sissy (Choclair) ha ha ha I laugh when I kick ass sometimes I wear my contacts sometimes I wear my glass now don't be confused 'cause of my body mask and tone dark skin body shape slim fast sit down and wonder how a brother like I can stick out and penetrate like I'm between two thighs people gettin' hog-tied they riled up droppin' more shhh than stars paranormal big (ahhhhh) smiling on people think they rule like Castro they run around the board but they never pass go Choclair the ill flow sexual chiznock that represents the T-dot (K.C. Thomas) now this be the fifth verse different from the first leave you ice cold like a body in a hurse I likes writin' hip-hop use me innovate your thirst I'm bright like the sun with the flavor ready to burst I run with two in this rap game three including moi mabye three joining a freaky setion menage-a-tois this bomb shock heavy loading explosion K.C. quiet but causin' up comotion smooth like lotion imagine hot baby oil where you want it (right here baby) how you want it (right there baby) you know you like being spoiled temperature risin' and now you're folding up like foil next week the same place the same time the same staton the same climax of elevation baby (Afrolistic) yeah check out my stats I throw more bombs than quarterbacks never surronding myself with fictional description only facts freestyle on a daily is my aerobics no impaired vision clear focus stretch my lady's limbs like if she was warmin' up for gymnastics I leave you adolescent like pee in your bed matress I'm way beyond the year of '96 you still stuck in '86 stick to your tricks and porno flicks bruise the knicks and leave with my goal of makin' my scriputes aincent like startin' a fire with two wooden sticks (K.C. Thomas) it's like cocky style 1-2-3 we got what it takes Chiz, Afro and me we roll by the trio east coast all the way past Peurto Rico we smooth it out like my vedos what up taqino to bubble this track like splimate bambino you know what I mean-o yo check this my style moves non-chelant sometimes reckless gleamish eyes from the jetta to the lexus may God bless this ya know I mean (whoomp there it is) like Tag Team we keep it tight like the firm got plans like A-Team no black van we'd rather cruise by in a triple-beam one day for now we chill and pave the way we pickin' up ??? of baileys and alazhay memories that make me happy yeah reminisce like Mary J it's all that real love in my blood that keep my lyrics tight like my butt and my nuts brother what I'm all eternal like your guts and that shhh that's caught up in your butts what up (Afrolistic) oh let me get my groove on now ill scripts and heiroglyphs is my motto burn the word tommorrow watch the way I catch wreck on my plantation paranormal illa sub human-being's what you're facing mentally blazin' with my squadron as we take turns givin' mc's thrid degree burns anybody who is a decipticon will be laid down by this autobot with a peiricing verbal shot now who I be is someone who you can't see rockin' with my paranorms and f-o-s we be the circle bangin' kootchie walls so hard it be turnin' purple my moves so caseful balerina style graceful (Choclair) forget the nonsense it's all about shocks I makin' movements with verbal interacton with people who pop the cool shhh Chiznock sexual who breaks it down got some ladies that'll go downtown so fellas hush it always sayin' how you wanna bus' it talkin' but when it comes time you're skywalkin' now listen you better start with --- kissin' cause when it comes time for confrontation you'll be beggin' intermission I gotta moby dick in my ward now I'm fishin' yo people claim they hard rocks but never stop ------ they either hate it or then ya love it some girls say they don't do it huh shut up and ---- it you need to understand Ill B breaks it's down as un-deux-trois baby (Afrolistic) yeah once again wassup yo it's me yo wassup Afrolistic represents the T-dot the O-dot Afro rocks it non-stop come and take a ride on the paranormal side (K.C. Thomas) once again wassup yo it's me yo wassup K.C. Thomas represents the T-dot the O-dot come on rock the spot come and take a ride on the circle that's inside (Choclair) once again wassup yo it's me yo wassup the Choclair brother represents the T-dot the O-dot chiznock cold rocks the block now you got the fix with the Ill Behaviour mix

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