JUVENILE lyrics - Reality Check

Break A Brick Down

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(This is, this is, this is, this is!!) Yeah... ha ha! Whoahh (yeah) [Juvenile] You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1 Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece? Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip [Chorus] Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half Last time he put my shit on his tongue He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X] I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole [Juvenile] I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal So he could ride behind the wheel of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill You think you can't get killed? Me neither That's why we almost forced to keep heaters A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother These streets move forward and backwards These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing Not like Baby though, really put your own bling You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing [Chorus] [Juvenile] G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler Shit not like how it's lookin on camera Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up You couldn't make it where I survive Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high And it's a must I have the piece in sight When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes [Chorus] [Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line]

Earth, Wind Fire

Big Daddy Kane "Veteranz Day"
I'm from Brooklyn, New York City I be the Earth motherin', smotherin' MC's Sha Queen covering 360 degrees See I blow like the wind when I flow to this song Cause a riot like Kaiser like that then I'm gone I bring the fire burn it down to the ground Think of dissin' me, Kane will leave that ass rotisserie (What) Earth, wind, fire we be those elements It's evident, as we come to represent [Sha-Queen] I feel the need to get iller than All these fuckin' wack Mc's, realest Bitch that ever been Dropped the hit single that was flying through the roof I'm lyrical living proof, you can't handle the truth After you heard me spit, still convinced that you ill Who you tryin' to fool me or yourself, bitch for real Everybody know the deal, you ever get a hunch To fuck around with Sha-Queen, then I know you out to lunch Break that meaning down, that means disturbed in your mental And that's absurd, I kick the illest shit you ever heard Every rhyme to the last line and pronouns and verbs Too hard to see with your two eyes, then check with your third My frequency's not tainted with thoughts of whores That can only get raw on all fours, with sore back doors Precisely, far from your average girl So, sit back and shut the fuck up, cause Sha rules the world, word [A.B. Money] Listen there was a man in Brooklyn, New York City Where the guys are fly and the ladies looking pretty I'm a let you know, that stuff you pop is junk Cause when I flow, it's the flava of the month Hold up don't worry about nothin', tot shit in a smash like crash dummies This fast money, make me wanna fuck around and blast money I heard your spot makes a lot and give you props This deal is hot, runnin' from the cops'll get you shot But don't sweat it, dry them niggas up like prunes The war's on like Platoon Shot through a crowd like a cartoon Rappin' is fundamental, that's right, re-arranger Hit you like Mortal Kombat, you in danger I got the chronic, six million bionic This rap shit make me wanna scream like Onyx I'm comin' through, that's right I'm gonna split ya Soul survivors on this track, we comin' to get ya Woop, woop, five-o's comin' in the exit Keys jinglin', nine danglin' to wreck shit Step into my cypher, haven't you ever heard a Throwin four five six, ceelo, to one twenty third a Chorus: Earth, wind amp; fire you bout to learn We can make the world turn, or make the world burn The three deadly elements for your concern Cause anything you want up out of life you got to earn Repeat See now bring it brother well, well [Big Daddy Kane] Since hip-hop genesis, I been at this in the mix In Bed Stuy tenements, rippin' rappers endless But I won't sit and dwell upon the things I been had Instead I appear, and take your fuckin' spot like Sinbad Now, tell me who shall be first to suffer crucial If you don't know defeat then allow me to introduce you So how you want it, coming through beatin' ya down Watching disaster strike when Busta Rhymes ain't even around The Prince of Darkness be that one man That made them Al B Sure lookin' niggas get a sun tan What I drop should not be followed by anyone else At times I'm scared to kick a second verse after myself As I proceed, followers take heed I made many men bleed, I made hairlines recede This rap skill here, I destined for a mill-aire And this is one ass whippin' you will wear, you still here Chorus: repeat 2X

Not To Be Fucked With

THE LOX "Money, Power Respect"
(Stylez) Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant Always seem pleasant Happy to be present Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe You can mess around with guns but death ain't right Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them Been experts and done less work than them With no album, we net worth more than them These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers You got some fly shit, but my shit Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch Loud tracks I'm the quiet loud ass Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass Make six digits eight and cop a palace Make every rapper sick and call me malace Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that? Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black Chorus x2 (Jadakiss) Who's not to be fucked with? (Stylez) That's me (Jadakiss) Who's to be fucked with? (Stylez) That's them Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them? (Jadakiss) And if they want beef later on I splash them (Stylez) And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them Should I give it to them new style or old fashion (Stylez) Do I have to break down the walls Stay off the floor I'm the general dog, I start the war Make every m.c. never spit again When I leave 'em empty No guts, no chest, no brain, no game Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train I feel no pain Steal cocain Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician With an anecdote that can stop my colission Before you start asking, I'm a start splashing When I come through, it's like ten planes crashing Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in What's the next issue? Sheek did official Called Spielberg, cops get tissue So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you Next question is where nasa at? We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad When we down on the craps We plasmic gats Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes Chorus x2

New York Giants

BIG PUNISHER "Yeeeah Baby"
(feat. M.O.P.) C'mon.. Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh.. (Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!) C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!! Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut Long time comin, ya heard M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher [Pun] What'cha gon' do Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah) Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo' [Pun] Yo, yo, yo.. Ya heard me [Big Punisher] This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin plus the light that give light to Muhammad or Christ how you want it I got what you need From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me Big Pun!! The papichulo out to screw you , hunchback, like Quasimoto [Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P.] [Pun] Set off the sirens [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga [MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!) [Fame] Leave em brainless [Danz] Hit em with the stainless [Fame] It's the.. 'World's.. world's.. world's famous!' [Pun] C'mon - violence! [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa [MOP] New York Giants [Fame] Leave em brainless [Danz] Hit em with the stainless [Fame] It's the.. 'World's.. world's.. world's famous!' [Big Punisher] I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world like believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin a perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you Clap you with your own heat - by all means If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G. [Chorus (first 1/2)] [Pun] Violence [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] B.X. [MOP] Violence [Pun] B.K. [MOP] Violence [Lil' Fame] I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!) 'How About Some..' FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU) Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you I rep for my cellblock niggaz and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, 'Perrico!' Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes Merc out on machines with loud pipes Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and bikes [Billy Danzini] You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE) First (FAM).. easy soldier! I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan when you found out your main man was named Danze Nigga - I'm filled with anger! You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger (FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out

Whut's Happenin'

Keith Murray "Enigma"
Intro: Niggas can't hold me back We ain't comin' for no bullshit Niggas talking all that yackedy yack, word up Verse 1: Here's to Mrl Keith Murray the Mr. Pictionary The Mr. quicck to fuck shit up in a hurry ON the mic I'll squash you little Ms. Philosoophy With atomic technological atrocity I find it very ironic that niggas try to rhyme behind me the supersonic Def Squad MC Get bird's eye view And don't miss the crispiest nigga in the nucleus With futuristic linguistics Ballistics be twisted like physics (word up) Niggas be like how you come up wit this shit But it's automatic, I'm inorganic With the ability to travel nine planets Niggas can't undrstand it, please I spark the brain of your G's We could battle for car keys and car titles House deeds and bank accounts to make it final I got what you need The most homicidal words to co9me out of a human being Mind state sick like Idi Amin Hook: You can do what ya got to And say what you may But niggas gonna come outside wit gun play anyway So I play the game And let the ball bounce where it may And roll with Def Squad and L.O.D. everday X2 Verse 2: Abracadabra talk shit I'll reach right out and grad ya The hype got you like gimmy Don't let it have ya I'll knowck you skeezas pleasers black like Jesus Never lost in the jungle Navigators with caesars Instead dare iz a dark side said by Red I'm consciously, crusciously coming for your head I'm from a small coast call stay out my path And from a big city called foot up in your ass Jeepers, weepers, peepers get snuffed By the sneakiest, throughout the speakers Like fist to cuffs Who the fuck is this paging me? Oh, it's my creepy, greepy, grimy Rough rhyme, crimy Reggie, I'm saying Fuckwho, went where, when, why and how Get my shit to me not now but right now Lucky niggas went platinum Thinkin' they can see us We swoop down on crews Like angels on dust I'll leave you mental so broke You can't pay attention When I get inside your head And take your brain to another dimension I'm itching for a scratch And somebody to try to match The battle cat constatly be on it like that The doom has dawned in We knockin' niggas out without warning And pissing on them The configuration is brain cell wastin' Renegades of funk Like Africa Bambatta and the Zulu Nation You facin' a maniac Pacing over the track Constantly bringing drama like Jason In fact I'm L.O.D.ing it and there go planet Def Squad Puttin' it down play for play like Ahmad Rashad For the cause, I m wiring jaws Got niggas eating full-course meals out of crazy straws And if it win't def it ain't shit I'm taking it to the limit And killing it each and every minute Cause Keith Murray takes the beef a major step higher And peace makers will get causght in the cross fire Hip Hop's filled with back stabbers Blunt grabbers, cats with dirty claws, dogs with filthy paws Then you got rap artists Claimin' to be the hardest Bust them in their shit And they're quick to press charges Spot rushers, block busters, rockin' diamond clusters Comin' to stick the rich out you motherfuckers Educated black man on premises L.O.D. and Def Squad forever Arch nemesis

Why

DA BAND
Dylan talking] Open the book And I saw an angel come down from heaven Having the key of the bottomless pit And a great chain in his hand I laid whole on the dragon, That old serpent Which is the Devil, and Satan, and born in a thousand years See [Choppa] I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands Inter-national dopeman, known as a D-Boy If ya need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy Me, All I do is move blow off tha corner Paper chasin', cause I'm tryin to stack doe like colma, (Watch me) I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight Baller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at night Block watchers callin' coppers so my mind ain't right The Devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ I did alot of ridin' in my time, and God blessed me still I look out for tha one the knocks [Chorus: Fredrick & Sarah] So why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me, why Why he knockin' at my door, my door Why the Devil keep on fuckin' with me Can you tell me why he huntin' me for Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me Could you tell me Could you tell me what he huntin' me for Tell me what he huntin' me for Could you tell me, tell me Could you tell me what he huntin' me for [Fredrick] You thinkin' lifes a joke, I'll slice your throat Oh you a thug, you about to get yo' rights revoked I'm from the Dirty, we don't even know the price of soap I'm a star, look in the sky, you need a microscope I'm way ahead of the game, thuggin' runs in my veins My pockets chubby, so I went and got a gun in my name Its just me, him and my blunt in the Range A young nigga with the filty slang Ha ha, I hop out like a Jack In The Box With three macks and a glock I'm askin' for nothin', I'm snatchin' my props I'm gettin' money while I'm laughin' at cops It ain't ya lad, I ain't bad It's the Devil, why don't you tell'em to stop [Chorus] [Elliot Ness] Its like somebodys lookin' over my shoulder [EN] Its hard to focus in the open I'm surrounded by vultures [Babs] So many haters I don't know where to turn [B] And niggaz be starin' us down like we got money to burn [EN] First things first, I'm sick of all you industry thugs [EN] You feel me, You a enemy if anything cuz [Both] In memory of [EN] Death to the powers that be [EN] See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier ain't no coward in me [EN] Somebody is constanly watching and following me [EN] Throw shades over my eyes, Wont allow me to see [Both] Allow me to peek [EN] Forget about reading the fine print [EN] My lyrical content on some Vietnam shit [EN] Shoot 99% dogg, top of the line [Both] I'm back on my grind [EN] Satan in the back of my mind [EN] Go a-head with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promised [EN] I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious [Chorus] [P. Diddy talking with Sarah singing] Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for thou walk with me It's Bad Boy baby, we done seen the ups and downs Sunny days, rainy days, we'll never stop Da Band, the next generation, God first And we won't stop, Yea, Lets go Yea, get off me, get off me You know what team I'm on One God, One love, One family, Bad Boy I'm like Micheal baby Dark Angel, Yea, You feel me I see all you Devils out there You'll never stop us Da Band, 2003, The next generation Yea, and we won't stop

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