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JUVENILE lyrics - Reality Check

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[Click Clack] Alright [Sampled from "What's Up" by Juvenile & the UTP Playaz played throughout song] [Chorus] You gon' make me clock you I'ma have to pop you You gon' make me pop you I'ma have to pop you You gon' make me pop you I'ma have to pop you You gon' make me pop you I'ma have to pop you [Juvenile] Who that nigga is What that nigga claim Juve wild magnolia Its an uptown thing Soulja watchin' over me So I'ma let it rain Just give me the weed, the mic And I'ma let it off the chain Y'all actin' like, that nigga lost it I ain't have no money now I'm back, what the cost is (?) on my wrist lookin' gooey These ain't Birdman's These is real Gucci's Turn around the corner Motherfucker tryin' to sue me Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece Where he rock, where he roll where he got control Me and my mans and them get the brains out these hoes If she can dance, then she can romance nice and slow Be in a trance like it was your man's pipe in the hole I've been sippin' a little somethin' Just stop servin' the game It feel good to be an OG I'm deservin' it mayne [Hook] I'm the nigga nigga The nigga nigga the nigga The nigga nigga Ju-a-vey I'm the nigga nigga The nigga the nigga nigga The nigga nigga nigga Ju-a-vey [Chorus] [Ludacris] Now ain't no tellin' where I might be (Nope!) Cause there's a million other creeps Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me Call them my stunt doubles So if you think you hit Luda' with the rueger I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles On the double, lookin' for trouble we staarted The eye on my gat is cocked its retaarted I'm sippin' lean, smokin' green, and I'm so hot I told machine's people call me +I Robot+ Bang to the boogey boogey bang bang Let my little partner borrow my necklace And hit bitches with the same chain Its not computer love (Nope!) I'm gettin' great brain Got a hard drive But they blow me out my mainframe Now how you like that? I got your momma pitchin' quarters On the corner gettin' cornered And come right back I'm makin' tight stacks (Yeah!) So if it ain't Juve or Luda Then can it nigga, we don't even like rap! [Hook] [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Got the Mack in the grass And the nine in the dumpster Duck when they pass One time wanna dump ya' Hunger What I got in my veins Take shots from the Henny Just to straighten my aim Now, I raise my middle finger (Fuck the World!) And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl Yea, I'm bout my paper mayne I'm fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica mayne I know you know This is Crack And he's back And you mad Cause we diiid And they Yack-ity Yak In the sack when we slid in (Yeah!) Mommy shakin' they ass She want some big bills Tip drill, she wants a tip drill (That's it!) Its ya' nigga crack Live with some fresh cut Side of the highway Ridin' that's the best fuck And you can keep them hotel keys Cause we gon' fuck these bitches Wherever we please [Hook] [Chorus]

Dump Dump

ASAP FERG "Trap Lord"
[Verse 1:] Her hands all on my fade, bitch pop that ass in the coup That bitch got Lisa Leslie money, she balling, Cheryl Swoops She keep rubbing her nose, I can tell she wanna snoop That coke make my dick numb, she put it all in her glutes Feel like Bishop from Juice, gun all in my boot Sayonara feeling sauna when I blast that ass with that Uz', ooh Blast that ass with that Uz', better hope to God it ain't you Trap Lord with about ten jeeps, no telling what I might do I fucked your bitch, nigga and she about to fuck my crew She just finished with Twelvyy and now she off to loot Pussy-ass nigga wearing all black, claim they off to shoot I pray to God he ain't lying, my gorillas live in the zoo I got killers with the deuce-deuce, them Tan Boys my niggas They gon' ride with me too, bust they nines with me too That's my bilingual crew, who do sign language true Bandannas in they pockets, how the fuck we gon' lose? [Hook:] I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch She suck my dick, nigga, she suck my dick She suck my dick, nigga, she suck my dick Ride around town with about 100 niggas When you see me come around, don't try to run up on a nigga Fo', pow, lay 'em down, now you six feet under, nigga If you flip some type of weight, let me see you dump nigga [Verse 2:] Ride around my city, feeling like P. Diddy Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no pocket, no Biggie Spilling on, my teeth hurt but these grills worth a milli I was in the club, I seen the whole thing, I was right next to Meek Milly Shout outs my nigga Chrissy, don't bug over these bitches I ain't fucking with these ratchet hoes, I put a slug in these bitches Pop a pill in her asshole, put drugs in these bitches Impress my girl, she fine as fuck so I ain't loving these bitches I just be fucking these bitches, ain't no love for these bitches Diamond dollers, that Fergenstein, I DDP on these niggas Feel the heat when it bigger, bullet creeped to his window Nigga I'm going double wood, fuck around and catch a splinter Nine milli, my nigga, get hung, high ceiling, my nigga All the macks in they Maybachs, no 550, my nigga They saying Ferg went from "Kissin' Pink" to a Young 50, my nigga I'm in court for your bitch ass, real shit, my nigga [Hook]

Roll Roll

504 BOYZ "Goodfellas"
(feat. Krazy) Ain't no block too hot Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Ain't no block too hot Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks [Master P:] Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin Me and my dogs We don't fuck with you cats Go to the pen Don't fuck with no rats See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open See in the ghetto Niggas gotta be pistol totin A thousand fuckin' grams That's what I'm workin' with Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit It's murder 187 I represent the third ward We tote mac 11's If I die, write my name in the sky My niggas bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why (baby) [Chorus:] Roll roll roll ya dough Up and down the street On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me) [repeat] [Krazy:] It's a problem I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya gon' come get ya Chopper split ya A young soldier Plottin' to rule the world with riches Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches Run the block all week Trying to dodge the cops Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops My niggas wearin wires Feds tappin' my phone Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone Told my dog believe you we can rule the world He didn't listen He'd rather stuff his nose with furl They found him dead in the project Brains on the ground When you a fiend That's the way the game go down [Chorus] [Mystikal:] I'm from the chopper too! Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do! Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe! That nigga chokin! Motherfucker coughin' up blood Well fuck the You don't want that drama to come to you! Yo' mama to come do you! Cuz HOT IRON will run ya through ya! You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact If you ain't got beef wit a nigga Don't be 'round beef You won't be on yo' back [Silkk:] Oh it ain't my fault We'll dead these niggas Can't move we infrared these niggas We'll do these niggas Black proof these niggas Close casket these boys Black suit these niggas We'll blast these niggas Walk past these niggas And ride on these bustas Just keep mashin these niggas And after we do it We'll toss the tec And ghetto Plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set You ain't gotta ask who's hot Who's on top I gotta question to ask yall foreal Tru or not If I got two guns I'm sure one gon' bust If I got two niggas wildin' out When I bust, one gon' duck The one that's wildin' the most That's the one I'ma bust He still trippin' after that I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough [Chorus]

Memories

Mac "Shell Shocked"
C-Murder talking: I know the whole world is full of a bunch thug niggas and thug figures The whole world is based upon young niggas coming up in the ghetto, in the streets You now what I'm saying I'm sitting here reminiscing about the past. Just want to let ya'll motherfuckers know what a nigga went through and how a nigga became what the fuck he is You check it out Chorus: C-Murder Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster Just another thug nigga with thug figures Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster Just another thug nigga with thug figures [C-Murder] I remember way back in my project days A little dirty motherfucker dreaming bout a pair of j's Left alone in this world of crime Five kids no daddy and my big brother doing time Now what the fuck I'm I supposed to do I said give it up to the niggas with the smaller crew I guess this thug shit is in my blood Started smoking weed, got my first hit from my nigga cuz Me and my bitch we used to cut classes And me Silkk caught our first charges, grand theft and trespassing I never thought that I would make it out the ghetto A young nigga living like the motherfucking goodfellas I wear gun like it was part of my clothes With them rocks in my socks, running from the po po From the block to the motherfucking penitentiaries I'm reminiscing about my motherfucking memories Chorus repeat 2X [Mac] I remember Mac, (Who?) The neighborhood nigga who rapped Little skinny motherfucker used to get punched and slapped Little timid motherfucker never had an older brother Alone in the street I learned rules of the ghetto I was scared to die Junior high running from them niggas on that other side Who was opening fire Couldn't tell mom's, couldn't tell pop's That was the very night I became shell shocked(wooo) Paranoid, I used to steal and borrow You gotta respect how I sport the same outfit today and tomorrow Hand me downs in my closet, roaches in my bed I couldn't sleep to hard cause one might crawl up in my head Went to school for the fool, fuck a teacher Mama gave her last 20 dollars to the preacher Rap wasn't paying the bills And that's real Now I scream murder, murder, kill, kill nigga Chorus repeat 4X

Thought You Knew

COOLIO "It Takes A Thief"
Verse 1: PS Never gave a fuck and I still don't So save your lectures, I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life A young BG deranged in the brain The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G Really can I make your ass rest in peace? No need to waste my energy squabbin Quick to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin Never been a baller but I trap many ballin Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick and have her sprung on this black ass nigga Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that and I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat Chorus: Bitches ridin on my bit Niggas hit me up and shit But I'm from the Eastside Where the niggas do or die Representin like a dream Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew Verse 2: Billy Boy Uh, uh, uh As I crack dice from one hood to the next Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up Keepin motherfuckers on the duck You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot you can find Billy Boy rollin down your block Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way and all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do) I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top LA hustlers can't live without money So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot cos I can't fuck without my hoes And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4 Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me but I won't be gettin back in the CPT Chorus: Niggas tryin to give me stuff Billy Boy don't give a fuck First I warn you with my rhyme then I'll fuck you with my 9 Don't give your plees cos I don't bang But I'm down to fully slang 40 Thevz end down your crew cos Circle's deep I thought you knew Verse 3: Coolio I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool R-E-S-P-E-C-T C-O-O-L-I-O G M to the A, A to the D A Circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin pack See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke First you diss my city then you choke *cough* Chorus: C-O-M-P-T-O-N Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?* You don't wanna see my crew Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew

U Know Hoo!

COOLIO "It Takes A Thief"
[Featuring Billy Boy PS] Verse 1: PS Never gave a fuck and I still don't So save your lectures I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life A young BG deranged in the brain The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G Really can I make your ass rest in peace? No need to waste my energy squabbin Quick to pull the trigger put your ass in a coffin Never been a baller but I trap many ballin Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick and have her sprung on this black ass nigga Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that and I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat Chorus: Bitches ridin on my bit Niggas hit me up and shit But I'm from the Eastside Where the niggas do or die Representin like a dream Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew Verse 2: Billy Boy Uh, uh, uh As I crack dice from one hood to the next Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up Keepin motherfuckers on the duck You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot you can find Billy Boy rollin down your block Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way and all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do) I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top LA hustlers can't live without money So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot cos I can't fuck without my hoes And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4 Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me but I won't be gettin back in the CPT Chorus: Niggas tryin to give me stuff Billy Boy don't give a fuck First I warn you with my rhyme then I'll fuck you with my 9 Don't give your plees cos I don't bang But I'm down to fully slang 40 Thevz end down your crew cos Circle's deep I thought you knew Verse 3: Coolio I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool R-E-S-P-E-C-T C-O-O-L-I-O G M to the A, A to the D A Circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin pack See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke First you diss my city then you choke *cough* Chorus: C-O-M-P-T-O-N Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?* You don't wanna see my crew Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew

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