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JUVENILE lyrics - Solja Rags

3rd Ward Solja

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First Verse [Juvenile]: You gone take them 5? Or you gone take them to the trial? And go get denied? By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry That alibi ain't gone work, Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt? Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four, Then you can go in them hallways and smoke that fire all day Shhhh....be quiet, Tonight is the night that we ride, Thirty camoflauge hummers with niggas inside With choppers, doin', surgery on bodies like head doctors Be quiet, cuz they mad tonight, we gone act a ass tonight, I'ma take a body to that project for a sacrifice, That Calliope got that dope for less, Fuck around that bitch if you want, and get left, Brains hangin' off the steps, people cryin', Second line, T-shirtin', feet hurtin' from all of that twerkin' Chorus [???]: Calliope thug 3rd Ward Solja Melphanine thug 3rd Ward Solja P-S-E thugs 3rd Ward Solja Wild Magnolia 3rd Ward Solja Second Verse [Juvenile]: I'm an optimal smokin', chopper totin', Bustin' caps wide open, Top of line coatin', reebok sportin', Expedition corner spender, Big fine woman bender, put the weight in the blender Got big bags by rillas, Shiesty like a splinter, and empty out the braids in the center, U.P.T. fader remember, Follow me, follow me, Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys... Run up on the 3 and you will get stopped boy Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys... Run up on the 3 and you will get stopped boy Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys... Run up on P-S-E and you will get stopped boy Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys... Run up on the third and you will get stopped boy Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys... Run up on the U and you will get stopped boy Chorus Third Verse [Manny Fresh Magnolia Shorty] [Manny Fresh] I'm from the seventh ward, and I believe in God, I drive seven thirty-five's and I love these broads I wear Girbaud jeans, and I bought my green, Camoflauge over our eyes that's how we do these things, I run with Juvenile, that nigga so wild, Get buck like the fuck I'm glad I use Dial, Now who the fuck I are? I'm a superstar Ca$h Money rules everything around me bruh [Magnolia Shorty] Shop on that Ramp, shop in the Lio and Josephine, Shop in that Nolia, that Valence Street and P-S-E, They got some Hot Boys that represent that U.P.T., And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees Shop on that Ramp, shop in that Lio and Josephine, Shop in that Nolia, that Valence Street and P-S-E, That got some Hot Boys that represent that U.P.T., And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees Chorus [Crowd of people] Gert-Town, Downtown, and Holly Grove can't fuck with the Melph and the Calio I told ya, I told ya, them boys don't want beef with the Nolia, And I warned ya, and I warned ya, Can't fuck with that 10th ward St. Thomas, And on the V.L., and on the V.L., can't fuck with them boys on V.L. Apple and Eagle so real they come, that's the only real niggas in Carrollton, Gert-Town, Downtown and Holly Grove can't fuck with the Melph and the Calio I told ya, I told ya, them boys don't want beef with that Nolia, And I warned ya, and I warned ya, Can't fuck with that 10th Ward St. Thomas 3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio 3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio 3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio 3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio [Juvenile] Lights on, mask on creep silent, Lights gone, we done left your block quiet, Lights on, mask on creep silent, Lights gone, we done left your block quiet, What you niggas know about them 3rd Ward thugs? What you niggas know about them Holly Grove? What you niggas know about them Hot Boy thugs? What you niggas know about CMR thugs? Ahhh, you bitch you

Can I Ball

Mac "Shell Shocked"
[Mac] Say Slim, look. [Soulja Slim] What's happenin wootay. [Mac] We goin take this here all the way from the Magnolia across Clayborne. [Soulja Slim] Do it like that. [Mac] Ya heard me. [Soulja Slim] Do it. [Chorus] Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall Can I ball niggas or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall [Mac--Verse 1] To make this million I'm bound to left uptown to go get it Once I get it, I'm a split it with those who I'm commited Like who, my nigga Wop, my girl Storm and the rest of my click Everybody else be on some oh you ballin now (you ballin now) Since you play me closer, I'm a get the toast, oh mark my word Fuck em, fuck em if they don't know what's happen my rap If a nigga know me, he don't know me no more Cause I don't hang in the same streets no more, I gotta condo I lay low, chill, stay away from shit that get niggas killed Call me fake then my niggas will say that's trill Check it, funny high hoes be calling me jiggy now Cause I gotta little jingle, mingle with the finest and sport diamonds When I was broke I was skinny and full of shit Now it ain't nothin for me to pull a bitch I scratch off and I hear them hoes say he did that Every bitch I fuck be saying I'm tryin to have your kid Mac I ain't with that [Chorus] Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall [Soulja Slim] I'm a try my best not to let these niggas bring me out there They know you beefing with the ????, and them niggas don't care Who they kill, and tryin to be a millionare on the real But I can't a from with that foolishness so I'm a chill And just pass through the projects that I used to roam in Tote the black and the steel chrome and holler at trill niggas like Jim Stone and No more hangin, no more slangin pearls and crack pieces No more fucking dog bitches carryin deadly deseases They burn your dick off, givin you aids through the rubber I had to settle down with a boss bitch and now that's my lover She down for a nigga And when the situation gets heavy she lets loose rounds for a nigga And if I don't come home she'll come blood hound for a nigga That's the type of bitch I need, no drink, no smoke, no weed Hoes label me a hot boy cause I just come home and I don't get D'd But I'm a boss baby, I like to floss baby Can I ball yall, can I ball [Chorus] Now can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall [Mac--Verse 2] Now Soulja Slim, my nigga, my nerve, my partner, my wootay, my round My ace, my dog, I was down even when you was on that ground You camoflauged uptown that was some shit to see So when they locked you up I continue the legacy Now all these niggas claiming Soulja is you bout that ball Would you die for me if a nigga pull up in that tinted car I think you niggas sitting around waiting on my fall Let a nigga ball, nigga let a nigga ball [Chorus] Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall Can I ball niggas or do they wanna see me crawl Man fuck yall niggas, if yall was waiting on my fall Ya heard me, woah [Soulja Slim] Now yall understand. Now you understand. Macadon and Soulja Slim. In the process of B-O-O-Cing, ballin out of control. [Mac] Bleeding out of control nigga. [Soulja Slim] Ya understand. [Mac] So uh look, I'm a tell these niggas like this here. We bout to go get these motherfuckin rolexes shined up nigga. And go get our chrome shined up. And we goin ball ya heard me. [Soulja Slim] They ain't goin like that. They don't wanna hear no shit like that. [Mac] They ain't goin like that. [Soulja Slim] But we ballin out of control though. [Mac] Bleeding out of control. We doin them niggas like that so fuck it.

As High As Wu-Tang Get

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
(come on in) [Ol Dirty] *singing* Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn (come on in) Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH (come on, come on, come on in) Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz! (come on in, come on, come on, come on in) Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it! Verse One: The Genius/GZA Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually it was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source You can't flow, must be the speech impediment You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical to analytical analogy, insurance policies why Said he know that sounds define the note Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes Too many dope niggaz I see starvin Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain Wu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nights Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights A fugitive bass playin rap czar smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar Chorus Verse Two: Method Man/Iron Lung Tical got a hold on ya, doin exactly what the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin the ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash ya Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff An MC too good to be touched, John John bring the phenomenon, I cold crush MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold as we move on, saga unfold Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger Caught up in a cliffhanger Yo I-N-S another code red, danger, break out the vest Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here Don't ever roam, in the naked city Eight Fingers stories none pretty Bomb em wit the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin be critical Peace to Tang, gettin high on your physical, dis next drink is a toast to your memory When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me Chorus

Desperados Ft. Almighty Dreadknaughts

D12
[Proof] Yo, ay yo turn the heads and the mics up We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin Super MC, you know what I mean Bugz, Dirty and all that, all that shit You know what I'm sayin, Desperados with the cars, Eminem [Eminem] Chauvinist pig, droven this Big Lincoln Till it went over the bridge Jumped out and dove in the ditch Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids I'm going for your mids Here's a body blow for your ribs While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib Unless she told me a fib Then I'm gonna have both y'all get did Burning incense, facing a murder sentence Under intent, for investigation for killing infants While I sit in padded rooms doing shrooms Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jammed in their wounds Slit your carpet and rugs, and fucked your apartment up Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her [Proof] Ay yo Pursue to list em, there's no need to diss em They be beheavin, make sure your whole breathing system Twist them like big caps, who wants to hear that Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates Collapse further states, my tribe reserves the grave Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake I'll cook you slow like egg sufficient nuts I'm holding vandanna like seven great-molested sluts Calling me a bitch nigga, you need to stop Reality, one on one how many times you got dropped I'm cut throat when any track runs, I smack none's It's the rough method that makes Muslims run and pack guns I'm volcanic, the sermon preacher Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow flow Shoot down your mother ship and pimp slap mojo No pro wanna go knuckle blades with renegade Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute made My lieutenant spray your brigade, and trampled your flow Big P, the reason MC's canceled their shows The truth will hurt, see Proof will work your shame in it The best part of your show is when you put my name in it My squad, godly, fearin shit hardly So I hope when I die, I dope like Chris Farley Fuck that [Bugz] Who run shit, watch these drums hit You dove head first into some old dumb shit Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit Them pink belly niggas is who you run with Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit You can make a double album, won't have one hit Your entire outfit is on some bullshit And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit I admit, that my style is unfit For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit Like I commit arsony, get harm quick You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit Now who the nitwit wanna come get with This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split Now keep your distance, and keep existence I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence I'm relentless to deny you're senseless Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went Fuck that [Almighty Dreadknaughts] I killed competition, with no way out as an opposition Execute the passengers on the flight my executive decision Then reminisce on how shady the business Terrorists asked by Israelis when they visit Bombed in insentient One word in three in the making, murdered the exhibition team finish Beat the ref senseless No timeout extended play papers over your intermission And increasing the battlefield with the blood of Christians Cryin for the messiah, but he don't listen I pop my wing when I top the stove frame boil sizzling I fight a maniac cook, I do damage to kitchens Fuck Home Depot, I demolition When I home improve, I'll be there to fix it For my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuition Only hang out with rappers with explicit lyrics And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten [Almighty Dreadknaughts] I got a mind full of troubles Everything is in doubles I buy my guns in couples No time to replace fumbles Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both flow Injured from head to toe No fit a model, we full throttle You stuck in low, incapable to master flow Everything is tactical, living mathematical Watch master flow, unleash and let go I shit like lava, original designer, married to marijuana since a minor Making it a chance to see my battleship could get you wet like fibs, what Applying death-defying feets, maintain to keep my peace Flow like to see, when I release these beats over concrete [Almighty Dreadknaughts] My president transitions has taken place As eyes spread folk ally on the M-I-CR-O Power he's cyphin not quality, I deal it Lays the track and made it real, I know my people feel it Keep their head bobbin, and the emotional sobbin Plus a cultural cipher after show, hoes be slobbin Knobs, love the fuckin flavor of the icing Plus I'm precision, my double edge will continue slicin

Capital Punishment

BIG PUNISHER "Capital Punishment"
(feat. Prospect) [Big Pun] It's mine; it's all mine you understand At least me and my peoples Can you dig that 21st century -- thought I'd never see it Right around the corner, baby Ours for the taking [Verse one: Big Pun] Yo; I've seen child blossom to man, some withered and turned to murderers Led astray by the liars death glorifiers observin us Watching us close, marking our toast purposely overtaxin the earnings Nervous, burning down the churches They're scared of us, rather beware than dare to trust Always in jail, million dollar bail, left there to rust Let's call in order, give ourselves a chance to enhance broader Advance to where minorities are the majority voter Holdin my own, I'm livin alone in this cold world My sister just bought a home without a loan, you go girl! She's an exception, some people can leap to the impression See, me myself, I start flippin and fall victim to deep depression I'm stressin the issue here, so we can cross the fiscal year Tired of gettin fired and hired as a pistol-eer There's no longevity living off negativity Fuck it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery That's how the city be, everybody gettin they hustle on Judge singin death penalty like it's his favorite fuckin song Word is bond, takin my life you know they lovin it God 'F' the government and it's fuckin capital punishment! [Chorus: Prospect] Capital punishment, given by the government System so organized they get to you and who you runnin with Can't live alone, watch for the spies and tapped phones Totin the llello for life, the rightful heir to the throne We come from Kings and Queens, people with dreams, Gods and Earths For what it's worth, we benefit the Earth with infinite worth First it's turnin tables, open our own labels Disable the Republicans, then reverse capital punishment [Verse Two: Big Pun] I've seen it all up close, shit out the movies you'd be buggin My cousin JuJe, barely a juve', lost it and turned on the oven He wasn't playin, blew out the flame and started inhalin Barin a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin Wearin the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency Dishin his dick in every thick promiscuous fish in the sea Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto You bluff, blow your head off, fuck a snuff, we bust lead off! Get off your high horse, or die off like an extinction Boriquans are like Mohicans, +The Last of the Po'Ricans+ We need some unity, fuck all the jeeps and jewelry The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity The streets are deadly and everybody's a desperado I guess the motto we promise to let you homage in death your motto Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol Not with a Z, but a P, cause Punishment's what I resemble! I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours A real man can't fall, he stands tall The Man's claws are diggin in my back, I'm tryin to hit him back Time to counteract, where my niggaz at [Chorus] [Verse Three: Prospect] You like that, it's Pun and Prospect We hold nines, own more treasure than gold mines, makin progress With Don Juan's, there's rules to be made, crews to be sprayed Dues to be paid, nuttin y'all can do to behave We laid in the slums, made a cake out of crumbs Even though the government, tryin to take out our sons Rudy Gulliani trying to blind me, but I see reality Was raised with the street mentallity My strategy's why my battery never die The ghetto kept me wise, so I would never fall to the lies It's no surprise, but do or die if you want the glamour Yeah, I want the glamour, laid up with cheese and trees in Atlanta While Cuban's smoked out like Ronald Isley with Havanas The hammer in the palm, never shaky, calm handlers This renegade blow through barricades like grenades I turn the sun to shade, then the night back to day Like the twenty-four hour rotation I know the location, it's just a little in-for-mation From the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era And let it rain on your fine leather, nigga, what [beat to fade]

Con---Them Boyz

504 BOYZ "Goodfellas"
(Mac) Who dat nigga? What? Nigga you know me? (yeah nigga uptown) Mac (Chorus) Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz? you better watch them boyz Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz? you better watch them boyz (X-Con) See that nigga with the slugs he got the gat See that nigga in the black he got the sack See don't fuck with them niggas when they on they shit And don't fuck with them niggas in the No-Limit clique (ya heard) See calio boys they don't give a fuck But them 504 boyz they'll bust you up When they doin' bad they'll rob your ass Run from the taz then hustle and grab The one thing my niggas, they don't stunt But they'll fuck your bitch then smoke your blunts(ya heard) (Chorus) x3 (Mac) Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth? I know them boys know me I know them boys heard of me Probally wanna murder me Probally got some niggas outside smokin' out my ride But I hope they got they bullett proof vest on Cause I be shootin' like a fiend shootin' hairon(heroin) Oh where you from dog (where you from) oh is that right Now get the fuck before I show you what this mack like You niggas must be made of (?) Cause y'all just stumbled in the wrong hood trying to get your rap on Tell the D.J. cut the lights on So we can take it outside and get our motherfucking fight on (Chorus) (Master-P) They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap Foot prints all through this dirty grave with a (?) Coming (?) with two heaters stuck in my britches You niggas keep on chasin I'm taking some of you with me I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in Tried it playing with the good but my hood is raw Head busters and wig spliters, it's all them so Aint got time for the game no more hoes always in us It's all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jelous All the old killers I ran with, let me show y'all the difference Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners (Chorus) x2

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