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JUVENILE lyrics - Solja Rags


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First Verse: The Mac Melph Calio walker, the shot caller the big baller The fiend that'll sell your daughter, The 6th Baronne connection, No disrespect to my section The nigga who made you who you is, The nigga who put furniture in your crib The nigga that'll burn you where you live, The landcruiser snatcher, the coop-filter King smoker, The nine toter, the glock cocker, the fine chopper, The kill the cop blocker, The brown, dirty forty bottle, The Freret Street hoe driver, The old Saab, the rusty Faygo getter, The Swisher Sweet babysitter, The pluck hood seller, the Good fella, The twenty-one year old Beretta, The Ca$h Money contract receiver, The erase a non-believer, The chicken wing eaters Chorus: We Pimpinabitchandcheckinthemniggas because we comin' from Uptown Second Verse: God the lowly spinach givers, The U.T.P. liver splitters, The dice game riches, The card player, the Magnolia hallwayer, The herb smoke follower, the St. Ide's swallower, The Fa Sho hollerer, The reebok wearer, the Camoflauge era, The White boy terror, the duckin' undercovers, The project muthafuckas, The Tulane Broad escapers, The 1997 paper chasers, The teenage cellular phoner The Uptown big boner, The sip on Corona, The Bayou classic, hoe attraction, Bout that action, pussy satisfaction, Situation starter, War to starter, The spin the dime to chip up the plastic glock ripper The fire screen ripper, The B.G. CD listener, The Big Boy headache giver Chorus (3X) Third Verse: The penitenairy time doers, The three time losers, The heroin users, The sixth and Willis twillers, The L.D. and T.C. nigga, The Clara Street killers, The Calliope cut-throaters, The Melphanine duct tapers, The St. Thomas duct tapers, The Valence Street kidnappers, The Holly Grove bitch smackers The Pigeontown chopper toters, The Gert-Town fire smokers, The crooked copper, The politician shit popper, The faggot preachers, The hypocrite teachers, The gumbo cooker, The Bourbon Street hookers, The aluminum can pickers The drug dealer ass kissers, The pork chop eaters, the CYC dick beaters The bet'cha I could beat'chas, The Holy Karan readers, CMB ballers, the record business shot-callers Chorus (6x)

Girls Way

BEENIE MAN "Maestro"
Intro: Who lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy ,lordy Who nah na nah na nigh stabba Da ba nigh, fi di gal dem me cry Why, woh nah na nah na nigh stabba Da ba nigh nah na na nigh anyway Chorus: I'm moving on di gal dem way (Gal dem way) Don't yuh tek man fi gay (Man a nuh gay) Ge mi suzan fay every day, a wan yu hear wa mi say (Yahh) Moving on di gal dem way (Gal dem way) Don't yuh tek man fi gay (Man a nuh gay) Gimme suzan fay (Night or day) Oonu fi hear weh me say (Well) Verse 1: Gal di way yuh hot yuh have mi body under PRESSURE Yuh have yuh mi have mi gal , so i nuh really MATTER Gal di way yuh under mi skin a juk mi like MACKA Gal dem want di pressure gal dem want WASHER Gal dem want di man fi give dem wuk, cause i'm di DOCTOR Gal dem want di steam fish di ockra in a dem STRUCTURE Way di gal dem love mi want fi be mi baby MOTHER Gal dem want fi hold mi, gal dem all a grab MI Gal dem see mi out a road a call walking BEAUTY Gal dem say mi ease, gal dem say mi IRIE Why di gal dem love mi, mi nuh have nuh ITSY BITSY So, tru yuh see mi beenie, true yuh see mi TEENIE Gal want come undress mi, BUT ANYWAY Chorus Verse 2: Just di other day mi spend a small HILODAY Down a suzette land mi go land BUFF BAY Mi reach a flatbush mi walk di africans WAY When mi reach di round a bout dem gi mi di right a WAY Gal dem want di hoter, gal dem want di PEPPER Gal dem want di man fi set dem body pon FIRE Gal dem want a lover, dem nuh want nuh NYAMER Dem nuh want nuh man fi come treat dem like nuh BUYER Gal dem want a worker, gal want a DRIVER Gal dem want a man fi work dem like a car TYRE Gal dem want fi land, gal dem want mi HAND Gal dem want a man fi mek dem spin like a FAN Cho dem want di long mawga man, BUT ANYWAY Chorus Verse 3: Gal di way yuh tall mi want fi have yuh like mi SWORD Upper mixing lab yuh like mi mixing BOARD Gal mi nuh affi punch yuh, gal mi nuh affi patch YUH Gal yuh good a ready so mi really nuh affi fix YUH Gal mi just a rub yuh down a kiss all caress YUH Gal mi want fi strip yuh mi wifey nuh affi know YUH Me ready fi go funish d apartment gi YUH Gal mi a di bass yuh a di drum hear di punch line COME Chorus Repeat Verse 1


(MJG) Now I was clicking out my barrel just to see if it was loaded checking out it's bullets just to make sure it won't explode this hand around of the handle of my snub no skill I must be for real in the procedure for a kill stood around the corner while I cased out the bank busted in the door and stuck the guard wit' a shank ran up to the counter pull the gun out wit' the quickness shot the bank teller so it wouldn't be a witness fled out the door with the money in my left hand still in my right hand running like a wild man ran to the hide-a-way knowing they was after me burned out my id stole a jeep Cherokee couldn't be late for my trip to Jamaica heading to the river skeeming up on how to take a boat from a victim, rush right up and stick him with a sharp object making sure that I get him put it to the river, see, nervous as a lunatic jumped out of the veichle as borrowed me a boat quick jumped on with the gun, soughter on the break and run shot with the gat, in the back, like in Vietnam quickly making waves in the river as I ran fast got a mile in the boat ran out of gas oh no Joe! the cops can't get me... I'll never be wanted for armed robbery (Eightball) On the other side of town moving quickly rolling swiftly in da hoopty ride loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide MJG know the plan so the shit is on by the time 5-0 come we'll be through and gone got to the area, stop then took a glance puttin' on the ski mask, stuffing the gat in my pants where I saw the right on time, now it's time for the crime do the crime waste no time then I'm going to get mine waited for the door to open shot the first trick I saw then shot the other fool I ain't thinking 'bout no law jumped in the truck put the pedal to the medal then fired up a square man doing about 1-10 looking in my rear-view 5-0 everywhere messing up my plans with them helicopters in the air headed for the airport, wait I see a road block hit the gas even harder fool I ain't gonna stop crash through the road block they ain't gonna get me yet J-Smooth waiting at the airport with a private jet jumped out of the truck with fast P's right behind my ass running trying to shoot my nine holding bags full of cash jumped on the jet now we set to hit the runway took to the air yea I got away scott-free fired up a Mac j P's didn't catch me countin all my money from a strong armed robbery... (MJG) You thank it's over but it ain't cause I can't get caught by authority the camera at the bank got me ganked so they know it's me reached for artillery, put the shank in my mouth dove off the boat to the river and I bailed out swam like a fish greeted land with a kiss did I hit or did I miss well it goes like this I put the money in the spot took the clothes that I got tied them up in the bag same place I put the mask changed clothes in between spots hands, spot-C the designated area we call spot-B see I can't be broke so I come up with a plan the man, money soon in they hand get over get up and jet bounce the set the longer u stay the quicker you get arrested MJG testing his strategy.. wit' a slick armed robbery (Eightball) Flying through the air on my way to Jamaica thinking about why I took the money for the faka me living poor and wishing to be richer and me like Picasso I had to paint a picture of people dying rapidly, trying to imprison me just because I took a little money in a robbery landed in Jamaica chilling with the dreads smoking on the gunja messing with my head the feds came behind me hit me with a billy club I fell to the ground, turned around pumping slugs jumped up quick, ditched the gun as I ran away ran to the hills where I hid for a few days no, I'm not the one that they will catch soon bought me a palace in the hills wit' a hundred rooms I got the money, got the women, got the B-U-D I plead guilty to armed robbery!

And Yo

SCARFACE "Last Of A Dying Breed"
[Redman] I got a headache this big... Word up.. word up.. word up.. It's kinda hot in here Haha (word up) Brick City (word up) Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo It can't be! P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo' (Bla bla...) I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars I pull cards like Vegas Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment (How I'm paid?) Niggaz are barely a village I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance Phillip A man or gorilla (ahh ahh) my cap toot back like Fred So white bitches jump on my +Limp Bizkit+ and yell 'You niggaz know you can't fuck around' Haha yeah, you see me, you be duckin up and down (Yo yo yo) Super Lex, cop a thing-thing Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng Fuck ya brains out hold when Al Green sings When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it I got the next bitch rockin ya birthday present News at 11, Scarface and Doc From Bricks to South Park we say, 'FUCK THE COPS!!' [Hook: Redman] Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me, you be yuckin duckin up and down What, these niggaz know they can't fuck around What, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me in the streets, you be duckin up and down Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around [Scarface] As I, bring it to ya one more time From a state where we stole weight, and dough mind dine And we don't tote six-shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other side of sixteen and getcha mind blown Fo sho', it's a different vibe from being downtown then when ya come into the ghetto and ya can't come back out I seen the ghetto shut down, seen niggaz shot up Seen niggaz get knocked the fuck out and never got up The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry On the outside the ghetto just another mindstate And import more minorities to help the crime rate I ain't lookin for a job, fuck workin the part-time when we could come up on some dough, with good combs and slang dimes I see this all the Goddamn time - it's fucked up and it's the truth Nevermind the shooter on the roof It's a war goin on right here, where we at I can't complain about what I can't change, so why dap? Dropped outta high school in tenth grade so I rapped But still, can't seem to get this monkey off my back Fuck it, I pulled a few moves and ride for the streets And when I start to feel like this, don't fuck with me! [Hook] [Young Noble] Yo, Young Noble Outlaw, spittin shit with 'Face and Red Bear looped out flows and you can taste the wet Place ya bet, young nigga ace the test You say Nob' got a old soul, blame the vets Flurp shit from the earth bitch, cradle to grave Burnt shit from the fingertips, able to spray Nigga ya mind playin tricks on you Ya drew down, but ya nine won't spit for you And ain't nobody got no hostle clips for you You in the mix but ain't nobody doin shit for you It's gon' be Hell for hustler, while your neck spoil you With the same clip you had last week and niggaz know I know the real, that's why the fag don't speak And I ain't even peak yet, without the heat yet Holla my street yet, cuz I be the beef yet I'm hittin these niggaz hard, I ain't even eat yet or felt defeat yet, I melt the weak yet Lyrical breathe death - we thugs nigga what we take slugs to the gut Patch 'em up, hit the Bricks, it's time for our lunch Outlawz, Dirty Mob motherfucker! [Hook] - 2X

Handle Ur Bizness

M.O.P. "First Family For Life"
Check, check, check Chorus: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH Billy Danze: Handle your business Can't get your grip M.O.P: Can I get a witness?! Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Grip your steel AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH Billy Danze: Handle your business Can't get your grip M.O.P: Can I get a witness?! Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Back out your steel Rah*echoes* Verse one: Lil' Fame What the rawdog feelin? An author like, Terry McMillan The cat that, maniac My fam dark as death in less than a minute (The world stop spinnin) The Rapid FIRING SQUAD Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill) Loud wires and bombs, firing arms Look, we all for it Its the dutch burning herbalice Gallon drinkin alcoholics Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out Kept it real ever since the first jam came out FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out But they don't fuck around cause they know I back that thing out And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out And in the myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they name out And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out Chorus Verse two: Billy Danze You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did) WHO THAT? The '87 stick up kids (we're back!) I'm hopin that your focused on the side Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war I've been trying to tell you that since ? rocked some hardcore You don't listen. See, gee I'm on a mission. Look, be They gonna find your ass missing Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained A strange, but a strong game (That can't change!) The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin Those that ain't matchin my fashion I'm mashin (Retality's real) Fatality's ill When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal (Clap, clap) Get your gat (Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back Chorus Verse Three: Lil' Fame: FACE MINE Cause I'm here Dog its' all clear Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare Then the wanna doubt The Kid Who analyze this whole fucking shit? Trying to make somethin out of it Explode quicker than landmines M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides Bump this in your Lex coupe Or your Lex hoop Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute (The Crew) Billy Danze: How many niggas runnin with me? *pause* (this few) A hundred niggaz gunnin with me *pause* (to shoot) Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty AIN'T NOTHING BUT THE THUGS Slangin out hollow slugs (Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today) I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday Salute! *main beat stops, baseline continues* *beat comes back in*


YING YANG TWINS "Thug Walkin'"
[Kaine] Fuck them mutha fuckin niggaz and them hoes and them niggaz that be talkin that smack Act on those pussy muthafuckaz or those hoes'll put this trouble on your nutsac Pack, let a nigga know nigga know do you wanna go that far with us Do you wanna go to war with us Do you really thank that you gonna stop a, top a, drop a, NO With a nigga in tha street (?) heapin at me, he a true city thug Yeah, ha nigga what? When you trapped in a cut, ain't nobody showin no love Hoes lookin for a he'll hold to clapped, cuz bitch you already some If you lookin for a shell to hide behind that mean you (?) from a punk, BITCH! Chorus: 2x A! A! A! A! Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha A! A! A! A! Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha A! A! A! A! Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha A! A! A! A! Do you know the price you pay [D-Roc] You lay down low for hoes Get that mat out your nose You heard the same story told From beginnin to old I give a fuck no mo', bitch 'bout the cheese Hangin round a nigga cuz he drinkin and smokin weed Ridin on them D'z Thugs ride clean Mo' gone mean, Just many peepin out that scene, gotta make that money man So I'm headin to the trap First hit the Micky D'z, dropped da crib to take a nap Nigga! Nigga! Nigga! Chorus: 2x [China Dog] You flip the script I'm gonna kick the shit, for all of my thugs(echo) Ask me was up, what you got on the dub, but I have no love for scrub(echo) I gotta get mine, so I grab so Hennessy some weed so I can get crunk If I get and itchy finger on my finger on da trig- I'ma put this nig- in da trunk Don't waste no time, this killa be kill, I ain't fin to die by this shit Don't waste no time, just walk up to em, squeeze, and lets get what I need Drag the body in the creek getta burn rubber cuz I gotta fleed the scene No time to go to jail for a murder case all the thugs, judge you know what I mean (echo) Chorus: 2x [D-Roc] Some of these niggaz be fuckin' ya'll quick, nigga, what you taught my Ying Yang Twins (?) still runnin' up at the (?) Some of these niggaz be perpetratin' On the side-lines, instigatin Nigga like me be concetrate, quick to start regulate Grab yo' shit, ya gon' get killed, times up anyway Fuckin wit the Ying Yang Twins don't you know the price you pay Obviously you don't cuz you still wanna run ya mouth When you hear that A!(echo) we tell em bout that dirty south Chorus: 2x

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