JUVENILE lyrics - Rejuvenation

Bad Guy

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Call me Duby Montana, Don Corleone, When all the shit ain't going right, I'm who they're calling on And you may hustle like I do, but shit, I'm fast with it All the money you have it I'm a wipe my ass with it I'm quite as good as fuck, I have the grant to it You ain't able, but your momma had to sign for it. I got a lot of flavor, the one I'm sizing up Juven deliver and sometimes feel like tisa hot. Blood shed when is a problem with them down the size My niggas enter in your houses like the power lines I'm good, homie, I put my father on it My pain while I get hot they're getting the water on it I'm the bad guy, everything and all black And you ain't gotta say, bitch, I think I'm all it I'm too gee, man, I gotta get two keys You want me to show off for the show as they call the two keys. So say hello to the bad guy, I'm a better nigga but I'm still a mad fly. They say I'm ruthless, I'm just trying to stay alive. So when you see me say hello to the bad guy I'm the bad guy, homie, I'm the bad guy So when you see me say hello to the bad guy I'm the bad guy, nigga, I'm the bad guy, So when you see me say hello to the bad guy. I'm the bad guy, the one they always blame it on I'm tired to work these other niggas ballet hanging on My credit cards are master p, ain't no limit to 'em I've car bushing and I put it, quit the finish to 'em I love beef shit, I eat it with my baked potato Live by the gorge and keep the gee, is gonna be greater later Juvenile needle, I'm a real goodie I'm hard born, but I'm calling a Portalbelle pussy. I don't play that, me and my road dogs Get 'em up in as I chop the tip of your nose off I'm real about the money, nigga, no flaws Mercedes cooper, my speakers' knocking my doors off. So say hello to the bad guy, I'm a better nigga but I'm still a mad fly. They say I'm ruthless, I'm just trying to stay alive. So when you see me say hello to the bad guy I'm the bad guy, homie, I'm the bad guy So when you see me say hello to the bad guy I'm the bad guy, nigga, I'm the bad guy, So when you see me say hello to the bad guy. You want a television ship, but you're a fall guy Back to the top 'cause it ain't hard, These niggas' fake up in a motherfucker, swear to God I'm hating and I'm here to see you motherfucker starve Bitches know who you is, you don't wanna set the charge. You gonna inspect my pants, you know how I wanna this I'm a looking on a biscuit on that money train, that is a thing. They say I'm jail break, that even make a case Niggas be talking about prison like that's a better place Nobody with me anymore, I'm a forgotten homie They're only riding on me, feel like they flying on me. So say hello to the bad guy, I'm a better nigga but I'm still a mad fly. They say I'm ruthless, I'm just trying to stay alive. So when you see me say hello to the bad guy I'm the bad guy, homie, I'm the bad guy So when you see me say hello to the bad guy I'm the bad guy, nigga, I'm the bad guy, So when you see me say hello to the bad guy.

OG Bobby Johnson

QUE
[Hook:] Word on the street I'm a suspect Hangin' with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh) Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom) O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! [Verse 1:] Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak Choppa start bustin' make the house shake Fuck niggas sweeter than a pound cake Get your eyes on your chin better watch what your mouth say Lean with the footballs got a nigga trippin' (Xans) Fuck it, fuck it, nigga keep sippin' Dirty AK with the beam on it Clip so long I could lean on it Free my niggas locked behind bars Moved a hundred pounds before a lawyer beat the charge (beat it) Pack touch down run it back like Marshall Faulk If a nigga try to rob fuck it hit em with the hawk (boom) [Hook] [Verse 2:] Hundred bands on your head get the job done Throw it up throw it up nigga where ya from Whole hood hot cause ya nigga hittin' licks Ain't made a mil yet but it's still nigga rich Stick em up stick em up stick em (stick em up) How ya want it nigga? Full or the semi Lurkin' for the cash, searchin' for the bag Young nigga wildin', throwin' up flags Shooters on the roof with a scope (boom boom) Money make em treat ya like the pope (like a king!) Work the block like Dikembe in the post (cook 'em up) Nigga hit it with the fork (hit it) [Hook] [Verse 3:] It's the niggas that you trust that'll prolly turn feds Hatin' on ya heart cuz you rockin' Hermes Especially if ya money long, guarantee you turn heads Ray Ray'll sell it all, gotta watch the shermheads Hate, hate, hate (hate), jealousy is a bitch nigga trait These niggas snakes wanna know what ya make Grimy ass ho, do ya like Larenz Tate (Kane) Young nigga runnin' with the cannon Never let a nigga see ya panic Dope boys in the hood workin' with the Hispanics On the phone with the plug, nigga speakin' Spanish [Hook]

Cheers

OBIE TRICE
(Talking) Yea We ain't here to mourn We here to celebrate So this one is for all my dawgs that didn't make it in this struggle man Verse 1: Is remember when I was on the ave clutching them dimes, Gut touchin my spine, Bustin my rhymes, Feelin like im livin in them lost times, No sight of the future, Damn right I'll shoot ya, Palm tight on a rooster, Old in the face cause this hoe on my case, Got my growth at a fast pace, Old folks like “Oh, oh he's a bad case, He won't last this track record will do da math' Crack solicitation on the avenue, Its not new to you listeners but this is true, Listen up, I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else, I might as well give this up, Feel me now, From rocks to pow pows, Glocks to pow-da, I dun did it all so I clutch my balls, And notice they still here so Obie is still here, So Kobie, this ta you and daddy's new career Hook: So Grab ya cups of (Beer) And Put em up let's (Cheer) Here's a toast ta all my soldier's who ain't here This is it my niggas This what we boast about Get ya bottles homie post em out Now grab ya cups of (Gin) Put em up let's (Win) Here's a toast to never lookin back again This is it my niggas This what we boast about Get ya bottles homie post em out Verse 2: Now I understand every man got a story to tell, But fuck it I got a story as well, Growin up where us niggas either bury the gel, Popped by Dirty Harry or popped by the cops for the yayo, Locked in a cell, Whos ta blame when I was raised in this hood wit my crew in slain, Only a few remains, Ya'll talk about struggle, With yo bubble gum lifestyles, Nigga fuck you, I'm hear taday for Fam passed away, Bodies deep 6 nigga, Flesh decayed, Real kats who had text to spray, Babies to raised, Missed them cradles went straight to the grave, That hood life is emmy, So I sip the remmy while my pockets scream gimme, Lend me ya ear, I guarantee ya'll feelin me, Straight from tha block to tha industry C'mon! Hook: So Grab ya cups of (Beer) And Put em up let's (Cheer) Here's a toast ta all my soldier's who ain't here This is it my niggas This what we boast about Get ya bottles homie post em out Now grab ya cups of (Gin) Put em up let's (Win) Here's a toast to never lookin back again This is it my niggas This what we boast about Get ya bottles homie post em out

Theme

JA RULE
Niggaz Theme [Case] [x2] It's plain to see You can't change me Cause I'm a be a nigga for life [Black Child] Chorus: For life we gonna be niggas Fuck the world it's yours my niggas Load the nine and blaze my niggas [Ja Rule] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life [Ja Rule] Whos that chipped out Twenty one year old, hot commodity Coming out of a bum deal lottery With a flow like sodomy Put it on your bitch ass quite properly I suggest you keep all eyes on me And dont sleep as it is I'm highly critique Pussy, money, murder it's part of my mystique You feelin' me this here is one of Queens elite Predecessor of the street While you munch I eat JA's here The nigga you love but still fear I done been there done that Now nigga it's my year I can leave you on the clear view If you ain't yet clear Matter of fact if you breathin' be glad you got air Shut the fuck up When grown folks are talkin you hear Or get your shit blown baby From mouth to ear Don't fear when you smoke weed and fuckin' your wife Why cause I'm a nigga for life [Black Child] [x2] For life we gonna be niggas Fuck the world it's yours my niggas Load the nine and blaze my niggas [Ja Rule] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life [Ja Rule] Spare yourself the reality of a n ass whippin' What I'm givin' when I be gettin' tight and start flippin' On your bitch ass niggas that like formin' a cipher Gates me hyper Want the real I'm a slice ya Light ya Ass up with sixteen or more slugs Comin' from my snub nose bull dog Raw, to the core lets lay down some laws This is JA's house bow down or bring the war Mother fuckers Ya'll don't want to touch what's hot Whatever it be mic, glock, drug spot Like a bitch you scared of life and takin' chances And right now you showin' more ass then an exotic dancer The answer is this Niggas don't wanna touch JA is livin' stronger then a fucking coke rush See on the streets we be killin niggas like cash And you heard I.N.C. nigga it's murda [Case] [x2] It's plain to see You can't change me Cause I'm a be a nigga for life [Black Child] For life we gonna be niggas Fuck the world it's yours my niggas Load the nine and blaze my niggas [Ja Rule] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life [Ja Rule] Nigga, I live among thorough breads Raised to blaze lead If you get shot play dead And put two in his head I'm known to pasteurize And criticize A nigga size look him right in the eyes And leave him dead where he lies We come through mobbin' Like crips from Compton We're all in burners and sippin' on gin Fuck Flossin' Nigga I'm burnin' iron And if you aint buyin' Then you're dyin' From denyin' I'm so inspirin' To the youth, see I'm settin it strait Lettin' them know never to step on nothin' less then an eighth And the longer it takes Some body is gonna die for it The streets is watchin' Jigga warned you dont ignore it It's only niggas holdin Go JAP and blow yen With the six double strait out of the pin Brandishin Steal for the ice Hioldin my dick Talkin shit Shootin' dice A nigga for life So whatcha sayin' is What the fuck is a nigga Rob a bitch, slap a bitch All that shit [Black Child] [x2] For life we gonna be niggas Fuck the world it's yours my niggas Load the nine and blaze my niggas [Ja Rule] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life

A Bag Of Chips

E-A-Ski
(Intro: Boss Hogg) (*eating a bag of chips*) Shit, niggas is hungry in this motherfucker I'm talkin' about for a bag of chips youknowhatI'msayin' dog? I don't think you do Nigga I ain't talkin' bout Bruffells nigga I ain't talkin' about Pringles, Doritos or Freedos nigga I'm talkin' about a bag of chips, oh you don't know what I'm talkin' about? Yo Boss make it Hogg, run it down like dat there (CPO) I'm in this mode to gettin' a code - infra-red I bust legal presidents - preferrably dead I've examined my financal situation and found shit I'm incredibly grose, fuck it, it's goin' down I, investigate the blue prints of the plot To eliminate inferral incidents of me gettin' got Double check the plan it appears unflossed So without lettin' your Benz commence there's loads Jump in a ride, and it gets on to the designated Spot got the glock, cock 'em highly motivated Kick in the door, lettin' all the niggas try to flee You guess correct, this is a robbery Don't nothin' move the money as I engage in theft Stick the cash in the sack, exit stays left Um, police lookin' for the description who fits Fat black motherfucker with big ass bag of chips (Chorus: CPO) Now I'm just lettin' my point be made I simply gots ta, gots ta get paid The one and only guy that'll search the grain Don't stop, now until I gets a bag of chips Nigga, I'm just lettin' my point be made I simply gots ta, gots ta, gots ta get paid The one and only guy that'll search the grain Don't stop not until I gets a bag of chips (E-A-Ski) Ummmmhmmmm... I'm twistin' corners in the Beamer I'm dodgin' the police they want me fiendin' with Mr. Meaner And I'm lookin' for this bitch, I heard she got credit cards and shit Blank cheques and money orders, this bitch is gettin' rich Plus her niggas' gettin' ki's like a locksmith She's slippin' at the Fetti, tell her sore I grab my glock swift Meeked up around her neck and told that bitch to drive home Give up that credit cards, purse, gold and that mobile phone We get to crib this is on the alarm Open up that safe and I just might let you escape with no harm I lied, cause I beat that bitch badly with my pistol Got some ki's, some keys and I was in the wind like a whistle I kicked the Rockwilder and hopped the fence Then I signalled Gin, Cocktail, and torch that niggas resident And left my note on his six-hundred Benz Thanks for slippin' with my bag of chips, thanks for the ends

I Don't Like

KANYE WEST "Cruel Summer"
[Verse 1: Pusha T] Fraud niggas, y’all niggas, that’s that shit I don’t like Your shit, make believe, rapping ‘bout my own life That’s rare nigga, Ric Flair nigga The power’s in my hair nigga, I get it, beat the chair nigga SoHo, or Tribeca, three hoes, trifecta Dope money, coke money, Hublot, my watch better My pen’s better, you don’t write, trendsetter, you clone-like Pay homage or K’s vomit, ungrateful niggas, I don’t like [Hook: Chief Keef] A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like [Verse 2: Kanye West] They smile in my face is what I don’t like They steal your whole sound that’s a soundbite The media crucify me like they did Christ They want to find me not breathin’ like they found Mike A girl’ll run her mouth only out of spite But I never hit a woman never in my life I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice Eatin’ good, vegetarian with the brown rice Girls kissin’ girls, cause it’s hot right? But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes They ain’t about that life, they ain’t about that life We hangin’ out that window it’s about to be a Suge night Free Bump J, real nigga for life Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice Shout out to L-E-P, J Boogie right? Chief Keef, King Louis, this is Chi, right? [Hook: Chief Keef] A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like Don’t like, like, don’t like, like A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like [Verse 3: Chief Keef] Fake Gucci, that’s that shit I don’t like Smokin’ on this dope, higher than a kite This bitch gon’ love me now, she gon’ let me pipe Screaming Sosa, that’s that nigga that I like I don’t want relations, I just want one night Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s the shit that I don’t like I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life And I spend on a bunch of clothes, cause I’m livin’ life I come up on the scene, and I’m stealin’ light bitch I’m high off life, got me feelin’ right bitch I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like And bitch we GBE, we just gon’ cite [Hook] [Verse 4: Big Sean] We are not one and the same, nigga I’m fuckin’ insane, fuck is you sayin’? Yo ass been doin’ the same, shit, not doin’ what you sayin’ Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fuckin’ a lame, turn one ho to a train Blow, blang, my niggas holdin’ that pain, I just hope you been praying Bang bang, ridin’ for my niggas and that’s for life High class I’m just surrounded by these low-lifes And I run this bitch like it’s no lights Goin’ hard the whole night cause I ain’t goin’ back to my old life, I promise [Hook] [Verse 5: Jadakiss] I done sold purple, I done sold white Running outta work, that’s that shit I don’t like She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice She blowin’ up my phone, that’s that bitch I don’t like Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut Put the pressure on ‘em just when they think that I eased up Thirty for the Cuban, ‘nother 30 for the Jesus Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas [Hook]

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