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JUVENILE lyrics - Rejuvenation

Still Here

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Ain't that terrific? No one let you go and get all the shit that you want The only thing is specific, Atlantic to Pacific, don't give a rat's ass Up on the jet skies and led up do the back splash 'Cause you be yelling, you just set the hills And you're the news in the Jimmy Choo's That's why these dudes wanna interview You tell them move, you're for juv' and they can't sit with you They proud to call you a hoe. But guess what the fucker is far away and not say no Get a child bullet and the head in bars stuck to a door I got my hand cuffed so you're like a city cop Nothing new world, bottle's gray, girl, six o clock. You get the paper from bed when all of these came You fuck any shit, even when nigga's breath stink Past, present and future, it's not a sex lane You ain't denying, but what's so funny, your dress, hey. And we've been riding for a long time, oh yeah And I'm so proud to say that you're mine Even though sometimes you drive me crazy But at the end of the day you're still my baby. You're still here, still right here. A woman know in five seconds if she wants you You think you're really slipknot, don't you? You can do it by yourself, why won't you? And you don't need nobody help, why don't you Marry yourself You better get help, my homebro This I felt from the top shelf, she was winding in it I just wanted to shine, whad'up, my bedroom. White table cloth, 2012 a loss Yeah, a life, proud to be boss Your attitude pisses me off, acting like you've been rich You're from the hood, you ain't shit. And I've been what you're real got it from the slim, bitches Pock it some beans, bitches. But ain't hot stocks up and throw words in a pub Team five cause real fall apart, tell 'em from heart. And we've been riding for a long time, oh yeah And I'm so proud to say that you're mine Even though sometimes you drive me crazy But at the end of the day you're still my baby. You're still here, still right here. Yeah, that's my bullshit, got the shit together Yeah, in a rough, we're gonna be rich forever Yeah, she addicted to rich and skinny and chip and pepper I'm addicted to automotors and limon pepper Just tell her do it in the back and shawty is whatever From the big ball and parties to the get togethers In a drop they deny, there's some different ladder Devil 07, James Bond, that's some different texture From the years I heard furr to the red bottoms She better got my back, I'm just paying hymons She got charisma and slang, I'm just being honest And she give me good brains, I don't need no college Gee five all auto, I don't need pilot Cruise around the world, no street maleadge Anything we want then we buy it And if you can't relate, don't require it. And we've been riding for a long time, oh yeah And I'm so proud to say that you're mine Still right here, still here...

Protect Ya Neck

WU-TANG CLAN "Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)"
'So whassup man Coolin man' 'Chillin chillin' 'Yo you know I had to call, you know why right' 'Why' 'Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right' 'Yeah' 'You know what I wanna hear right' 'Whatchu wanna hear I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint' 'Wu-Tang again' 'Ahh yeah, again and again!' [*sounds of fighting*] [RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off de Inspector Deck [Meth] watch ya step kid (8X) [Inspector Deck] I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger, code red, danger! Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal [Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math! So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot [Method] It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth Movin on your left, aah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back Small change, they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a 'sue' Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh I mean ohh, yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough* [U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style Sloop-B and my b-boy's U to my crew with the 'suuue' [*interlude*] watch ya step kid [8X] [Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X] [RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck [Ol Dirty Bastard] First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center, you enter, the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass! [Ghostface Killah] For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin star Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes [RZA] Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be) Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius Take us the fuck outta here [Genius] The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight [*sounds of fighting*] [RZA] You best protect ya neck [4X]

Barry Horowitz

"His opponent from St. Petersburg, Florida" "Two hundred thirty-one pounds, Barry Horowitz!" Yeah, the chocolate T.A Bronsalinio [?]. yeah To the back with the hat, lean back in the 'llac Crack the window, hear the soldier styles and that in back Ain't no "Cat in the Hat," just a cat that can rap This is Bronson - representing Flushing, Queens on the map Yeah - heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind Blunts filled with the citrus mixed with orange lime Pussy drip when the thought of Action come to mind Born to ride, winter spring summer shine Bonafide, eyes wide, run and hide You don't want the revolution to be televised Terrorfied from the Arab mountain death camps With the iron burning hot, give you chest stamps Phone calls with the cloth over the mouthpiece With or without leaf, burn about an ounce chief To the neck like a razor for the stubble Raised inside the struggle, blazin in the huddle yeah Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it Left the slippers in the sand motherfuckers couldn't stand in it ("Someone took the words to my song") [ding ding ding] It's Barry Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the back Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk, Shaq I attack Close the window to your soul, weed inside my lungs burn These old suckers gettin placed into a young urn Specialized like the little bus Use my chubby little finger first to stimulate the clitoris King Kong ain't got shit on us I'm out here gettin it for real while you motherfuckers filibust' Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission Started at pole position, eyes on the long division As it burn my thumb, I roll another one Quite persistant, that's why they call me my mother's son Shoot the cold gift, leave your ho stiff Make your ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish Obey the coke king Cause every motherfucker in rockin loaded, I'm on that old shit! ("Someone took the words to my song") [x2] [Jim Ross:] "Barry Horowitz, always likes to pat himself on the back"

Freestyle - Cormega

Funkmaster Flex "The Mix Tape, Vol. 2: 60 Minutes of Funk"
Intro: Yeah you kow what time it is A-yo Mega Montana drama is my cod of honor Fuck a vest I wear my coat of armor I'm a ghetto soldier throwin' hollows In God we trust through the knowledge as follows My Firm multiple dollars I know you wish I was still in prision feeling sorrow Plans for tomorrow expand convict in a condo Ninja black Lexus yo check this I'm from the Bridge son I rep it And shine like my gold necklas in a reflection of a sinner perfected And manifested in the essence Who ever test this either hard to kill or live a death wish I bless this shit nigga you hand to hand I'm plannin' my next flick Of Firm volume number on Flex shit Yeah nigga be runnin' up the spot with mad shit get knocked Go to court for razorblade in they asses son I live the life of trifeness Ghetto nights and razorblades slicing the wife's shit Metal type hood fellow for life takin' mines like Tyson My work fare with death and inditment old timers are lightin' I started writtin' and become the trifest Nigga in Queensbridge ended up on Rikors Seems shit was real as steel guage My enemies think individuals a cat witht an ill fate Yeah son you know how we do. My man Funkmaster Flex yo volume 2. It's real like that y'all.

Hear Say

JOHN FRUSCIANTE "PBX Funicular Intaglio Zone"
He don't see now you don't see the heaps of elevation in me No one gave me time or rhythm I don't give you mine Intricacies, intricacies Sees as deep into anything Help me son cuz you will give me mine in further intimacy In a steady set up scene The lights are closing in on thee Who is this that stands right up to time and closes in Endless hearsay, listen hearsay, Apples gleam in riches' filthy Heaven give me signs for I'm inclined eternally You don't hear now she don't hear the sound of music in your ears Arrows point at those that dictate black to you and me


DMX "The Great Depression"
Uh, uh, uh Niggaz gettin trampled on, what's all the fuss about Suckin my dick so hard, I'm bustin in they mouth And then I snuff em out, four to the mid', fuck what I did With no regard for a bid, ripped you up, while you wit your kid Slid into the shadows, cause I'm dark like that I bark like that, jet black, but I spark like that Where ARE they at, when I get thirsty, shit Ain't a nigga strong enough to stand the worst it gets Bits, and pieces are all thats that left Niggaz so scared to death, they hold they motherfuckin breath til I pass, cause they asked/assed, and I smelled em The S-P-E-L-L-E-D T-H-E-M, I spelled em To make me have to swell one, eye up, lump up one head Catch a body with the shottie, pump up one dead Red alert, niggaz is about to get hurt, do work to skirts, like a jag on the merk, ARF Night time is the right time for creepin Vandalize your crib, rape your wife while she's sleepin I been off the deep end, since I was semen That's why now, I'm such a motherfuckin demon! SCREAMIN, my bloody head off, shit on my mind I gotsta get off Can't even hold a joint, lest I let off a couple of rounds, from the big three pound, seven That's about eleven hundred as of now How-can-one-man-kill-so-many-and the-sin-be-plenty-before-the-age-of-20 *sing-song like Nice and Smooth* Life ain't worth a penny in, my book faggot That's why I took faggot shit, I'm a crook faggot Fat loops leather jackets, I bag it, along with the jewels smackin tools out the hands of fools On the strength that they don't know what they holdin Niggaz caught me tail end cause the weight that I be sewin shit up cause I get up, off my ass and SKATE Makin more moves than U-Haul, from state to state I speak the GREAT, and if a nigga tells you different You turn around you ask the nigga, 'The FUCK is you be sniffin' Cause when it come to riffin, I am the riff raffin Gots to say nuttin, niggaz know they get had Motherfucker, Funk Flex, volume three, the final chapter Ruff Ryders, Irv Gotti, Def Jam.. Right here, where my dogs at Got them all for you baby I got them all I gots them all..

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