JUVENILE lyrics - Rejuvenation

Ahh Haa

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I wake up in the morning, get out of my bed Put your money, nigga honey, doing my hair Tell my old lady I'm a carry that low It's all about us, it ain't about these hoes This hood is my home, that's why I got rich So niggas don't disturb me, I'm enjoying my shit I'm running all day I'm about to finish my shift I'm sure a couple honeys and I don't even gonna trip. I'm in these streets like ahh haa Down my gees like ahh haa I get these niggas like ahh haa I get these hoes like ahh haa I'm in these streets like ahh haa Down my gees like ahh haa I get these niggas like ahh haa I get these hoes like ahh haa All the bitches right here with no standards I don't need pork but a nigga don't ham Boy, I toss, I already got brainwork, You can't feed me, 'cause I already got them I'm having my fun, raising my son You're jealous about that 'cause you don't even got one White trucks putting red time, no tags, I pull up on a block like the American flag. The golf came dirty, it is what it is Niggas getting off the same as my kids Hold it that me off, they told this shit ain't real Walk a couple inches down the street and got killed Dance to the nothing, even change my mind If I got right up, probably be my time I'm in these streets chasing my dreams 'Cause I can call shots, well I don't work with our dream. I wake up in the morning, get out of my bed Put your money, nigga honey, doing my hair Tell my old lady I'm a carry that low It's all about us, it ain't about these hoes This hood is my home, that's why I got rich So niggas don't disturb me, I'm enjoying my shit I'm running all day I'm about to finish my shift I'm sure a couple honeys and I don't even gonna trip. I'm in these streets like ahh haa Down my gees like ahh haa I get these niggas like ahh haa I get these hoes like ahh haa I'm in these streets like ahh haa Down my gees like ahh haa I get these niggas like ahh haa I get these hoes like ahh haa. My nigga won't like when I'm moving on side I get another violation, I'm a catch fire Right on the stop, I'm pulling like forbe And the push big boy one twenty five lodge And I go hard when they're turning my fame I got twenty half fees and the bitches don't jam I look a motherfucker in his eyes like what 'Cause I don't get a feet from five from fuck And a boy bless, all the way fresh My girl talking with me, together we turn next Like when I was young and wasn't making no sense Now that I'm mature, bitch, I'm about to go in. I bought the store dreams, I mean when I speak I can have a bad day, I gotta have a good week I inherit a good with looking for the right spot Someone nice and comfortable and no one got shot. I wake up in the morning, get out of my bed Put your money, nigga honey, doing my hair Tell my old lady I'm a carry her low It's all about us, it ain't about these hoes This hood is my home, that's why I got rich So niggas don't disturb me, I'm enjoying my shit I'm running all day I'm about to finish my ship I'm sure a couple honeys and I don't even gonna trip. I'm in these streets like ahh haa Down my gees like ahh haa I get these niggas like ahh haa I get these hoes like ahh haa I'm in these streets like ahh haa Down my gees like ahh haa I get these niggas like ahh haa I get these hoes like ahh haa.

Anarchy

BUSTA RHYMES "Anarchy"
[CHORUS] What this world is comin to, to, to Can you see, see, see, see What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you [Verse 1] Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep Witness the day of your wreckin and wit god on the street Behold! What the fuck y'all niggas come around here for We massacre the masses so therefore Here's your, invitation to explore The way we gather up niggas to thoroughly rep for My street niggas, C'mon! Stressed niggas, C'mon! Hungry niggas, C'mon! Yes, yes y'all, C'mon! Hope my live motherfuckers pass the test y'all Prepare for high retribution, and I hope God bless y'all (bless y'all) Fuck shit up and watch the truth manifest y'all (fest y'all) Feel it in your guts and the burnin in your chest y'all (chest y'all) Pushin through just like a wild flood With such a pain that's so intense it make y'all wanna cry blood My slang talk earned a scholarship, from how to style a chick Influnce rulership and earn another dollar quick (quick) You need to do the philisophical research Fuck around and be the next to die you better leave first Yo, my whole crew extra large, stay charged Like polytheism havin belief in many gods I gotta handful of niggas wit a sick disease Die close to destructive anti-social tendencies Yo, turn up the treble just a level Analyze the science deeper than when Musa symbolized the devil Now let me ask y'all [CHORUS] [you are now in the current state of Anarchy] [Verse 2] Ha, all hell break loose Yo, we fight to the end and never call for a truce Y'all niggas better pick and choose and select the battles wisely Always with the same approach and never once surprised me Ha, however how clever Niggas is fighting for mad cheddar Yo, cold like the wind blow in the winter Make you remember the torture like the frostbite that bit off your finger This Means War, I said it before Adrenaline rush, heart beat rapid, sweat wet up the floor Try to threat and wanna battle me nigga I'ma show you the major differnce between a dream and reality nigga Yo, then I continuously hype up a nation Huddle wit my niggas plan for tomorrow go into isolation And analyze how many niggas gon lose Tryin to squeeze they foot up in a pair of great man shoes And analyze how we was needed to live Carry out my dooney give the most thanks and be appreciative Pass this to all my seeds after me Represent and fight to be that everything my seeds want me to be The economy has been at it's best, to all my niggas hungry Let's keep weavin and magical methods of makin money So I'ma rep at my fullest, you can't spark me And fight the hardest in the grim current state of Anarchy... [CHORUS]

Look What I Got

T.I. "Trap Muzik"
[ad lib] Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay You think them niggaz is hot Well shawty look what I got (nigga look what I got) You think I'm lying nigga Look what I got Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Shawty look what I got Ay, pimpin look what I got Look what I got My nigga look what I got [Verse One] Big wheels still spin when I stop Presidential roll, gold rolex watch With no rocks I save them for the pinky Keep you niggaz blinkin' He ain't wearin' platinum, Naw But I keep you niggaz thinking Mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin' Swear he ain't slangin' But I know that nigga creepin' Got a condo, in Orlando For the weekend Homes be so crunk in the club We gotta sneak in No more room in the V.I.P They payin' just to peek in When they leave They be lookin in a car They can't even see in And that's just the Be-gin-ning In the city that he in He was rappin' in the cafeteria But now that nigga serious Heard he got a CL, a EXT on Spreewells Several Chevy's on 24's (Hold up), 'how many records he sell' Man I don't know But he got a label now Them boys, the PSC (hell) I heard Atlantic gave 'em a deal for 2 or 3 mill. (ay, shawty) (for real nigga) [chorus] Look what I got A old school, a truck and a drop So next time you think them niggaz is hot Shawty, look what I got The respect of the niggaz and G's So next time you say them niggaz is G's You probably lookin' at me A what, we ballin' Bought the bar for the broads So next time you think them niggaz is hard Shawty, look at the squad I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on lock So next time you think yo' peeps on top Pimpin, look what I got [Verse Two] I'm well known in the hood Like the dope man phone number Roll anything I can throw some 24's under Nigga talk bad 'bout the man But I shole wonder Why the dope boys fuck with 'em And the hoes love 'em Very little promotions on this album Never heard of 'em But it's jammin' like the fuck Was jumpin' out the stores 'cause I was born in the raid and I'm made in the streets I done played in the days In the shade in the streets I say I rapped in the trap With the best in the streets Shot craps in the back You know the rest, nigga please You doin' business with me You best invest in some skiis I sell slopes of snow I don't fuck with little blow nigga Got 80 k's, it's gone take a little more (to what) To double up and bring it back And make a little more (You movin' slow) And movin slow, now what you take a nigga for I'ma cock hammers and 44's And nail yo ass to the floor And I ain't braggin', I'm just letting niggaz know 'cause the media and radio can get a nigga so Fucked up Comparin' me to these niggaz little flow I do a song Fuck up they whole little show (so shawty) [chorus]

How U Luv That

BIG TYMERS "How U Luv That?"
Awww man, Man I sure believe this one here man, gon' be so beautiful I know everyone out there gon' hafta love this one, ya heard that [Verse 1] Now, who the fuck cars for days Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blaze Picture me and the missus driving Expeditious The backstabbin' friends blowin' kisses Chrome-struck bitches, wood grain wenches Leather seats, la la la, anything else itches I done done it, the Bubble IGS 300 Anything else around here, playboy I run it Bought the black Yukon, new Storm, microwave with futons She not white, unh unh, she Cub-an Karats on my fingers, fuckin' R&B singers 1998 Lexus, dickslangers Nuts-hang-us from South American Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on Can you top-uh Nigga with a Calico to helicopter Move, shake, shove that Ask yourself nigga, 'How you luv that' [Chorus] How you luv that 20 cars on chrome, nigga How you luv that 20 shows in the dome, nigga How you luv that 20 hot girls to bone, nigga How you luv that BRRTTT! 20 Primeco phones 2x [Verse 2] Nigga, how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed When niggas used to play curls now the playin' braids And In my crib I got an elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads With alligator pillows cases in my bed I gotta scream, 'Cheese-y' so bad Playboy, I had to get approval from the city and the motherfuckin' feds I said fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead Cause I'ma ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall Now playboy, you can tell me how you luv that I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle When 9 months, a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter, son So peep this, nigga I got a million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you compete with this That's beautiful, these 6 ties with that Range Rover Earrings costing 15 G's with T.V.'s Nigga, I'm trying to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee With my face on top, nigga, can you see me I got so much money, I'll never do time I'll play them white bitches like they play me at all times I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat Or for all the coke chargin', 3-time felon on one rap sheet What the fuck I look like Choppin' tree and pickin' cotton When I should be fuckin' hoes and money clockin' I'ma Big Tymer, ask Lac, you can believe that Playboy, nigga, tell me how you luv that [Chorus] [Juvenile] Baby, what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin' You besta get yo' mind right and go ahead with that hea-din' What You must think these diamonds ain't real or sumpin, huh All of this shinin' gon' get me killed for nothin' huh Nigga, fuck that, I'ma ball 'til I fall from Carolton by the lake to General Digaul So baby, buy me Cristal, shiny jewel Hit the caddilac, 2 wheel with 20 inches Rolex with diamond bezzles, 20 G cel My floor shinin' from mar-ble, cross-connect In my position, we make nothin' but G's If you rich, then you belong got CMB Don't hate us nigga, cause we beatiful, nigga please You think I'm stun'n now, just wait 'til I come back with them keys Niggas fear this, they hate, but they don't come near this I done wrote a song about the bitches, you wanna hear this They say Juvenile, you motherfucker, you off the heesy I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell they cheesy and greasy Can you see me in that Bubble I, how you luv that Can you see me in that BMW-ah, how you luv that [Chorus the Lil' Wayne talks til end]

Elements

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
(feat. Star, Polite) [Method Man] (There...there) One more game Yo, uh huh uh huh Staar Surround sounder, blunt smokin, remy downer Hip-hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder You get skidawed, undertakin' undergrounders This lyricist, lounge with low, that be lounger Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause niggas clap now with forty pounders, and fourty-fours Is it all, fair in love with war Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature Low and these niggas love to hate ya Request the henney straight no chaser Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya Now gimme yours [Star] Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars (Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon (Verbs I gather well) data shells My squad camoflauge your wealth Like the bible with parabels With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data That'll tickle you now, but sway you later [Method Man] On this one call me Lee Major Million dollar man, bionic or proffesor chronic Still not a player, I just fuck alot the panty raider Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager Stankin' ass [Polite] Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze I'm startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it's just that simple [Chorus] [All] You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on Best to come with your best gun Niggas be rollin', it's all war no fun Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on [Star] Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth glock We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleets This raw rebel got more metal than pop And rock groups, when my glock shoots the scores settled A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap Clowns are found flat, face down around the map Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine [Method Man] I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump Body in the trunk, stay in line punk, (Fucking with your mind) [Polite] Yo You be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you Never go against my team, they might embarrass you Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed Put your hands up, I'ma put a hole in your paws Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro Two choices, bass off or either die slow We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler [Method Man] Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin' Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin' Suckin' away from bustin' Yall brothers laugh now and cry later I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot On each block, I'm the remedy, send them back to me After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok Plus we got a problem with the Benz (What's the problem with the Benz) She want the six-hundred, but she aint got the ends [Chorus] [All] You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on

Dog Ass

B.G. "Chopper City In The Ghetto"
(B.G.) Ohh man, you fuck that girl friend Verse 1: (Juvenile) Girl look at you, with you big fine A$$ What you need to do is let a nigga get behind that I'm find that spot for you, make it drip Once it get wet enough for me, I'm let it rip Now bring it to me, toot it up, don't grab me She said ooh woo, you doing that daddy Now take it out, put it where it should be I don't want nothing but mouth you understood me I'll hit you with the knuckle hoe, I'm from the 3 (3rd Ward) Where they say fuck a hoe, fuck a hoe, what I mean is Get your it right hoe or that's you issue I been holla at your potna so a nigga ain't gone miss u Good rittens, matter fact if she don't know how to act She gone be on the next thing smoking So How U Luv Dat BGEEZY (B.G.) u did that but it's all gravy nigga Let's go get some hood rats! Chorus: (Juvenile) B.G. go on with your Dog A$$ Boy you know you wrong with Dog A$$ (B.G. aka Baby Gangsta) Say Juve you down bad with your Dog A$$ You done fuck that girl friend with your Dog A$$ Verse 2: I play the game how it go A different hoe everynight in my condo I throw dick like Elway throw a football I care less but a bitch I fuck friends and all I'm a nigga that them hoes just can't stand I'm that nigga that hoes want to be their old man, Respect this I have you ridin on renzos in the Benzo (Bens) I beeped your friend have her ducked off in the Maro (Camaro) I'm cut throat, I her you beefin with your sister I give a fuck hoe Me Juve two niggas you can't trust We from Uptown, we like ice on our nuts hoe That's how the game go, look I fuck you u fuck him we don't care He fuck you fuck me we like this here I toss a Bitch he toss a bitch that's how we ball He ain't right, I ain't right, we both dogs Chorus: Verse 3: (Juvenile B.G.) Broads I use to fuck with be try'n to get me killed now Now I gotta carry that thing on the battlefield now I could slow down with my girl and try to keep it real now Hoes use to play me close I wonder how they fell now They don't have a man that's gonna help with they bills now Begging me to come back tellin me they gonna chill now You know I got a mill now, climbing up the hill now Shining up my grill now, protected by the steel now (B.G.) Hoes know Lil Duggey (B.G.) ain't right I fuck you yesterday fucking your best friend tonight I'm a dog it ain't no secret I be grilling bitches You full of that poppa watchout cause I be wilding bitches I know you go let me slang that dick cause it's mine hoe I know you go let me do my thing I like to shine hoe I know you gone respect my mind and let a nigga ball I know you gone respect my mind and let me be a dog With my Dog A$$ Chorus: (Juvenile) B.G. go on with your Dog A$$ Boy you know you wrong with Dog A$$ (B.G. aka Baby Gangsta) Say Juve you down bad with your Dog A$$ You done fuck that girl friend with your Dog A$$ (Repeat Once) Cash Money go on with they Dog A$$ They got it goin on with they Dog A$$

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