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JUVENILE lyrics - Solja Rags

Who's Tha M.F.

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[First Verse] Nigga just came home from jail look how he played me Kicked my door down took my shit an tied up my ol' lady Now i'm just kick back broke poverty is still in my head hurtin Cuz i know this nigga gotta be killed My good side tellin me let'em slide cuz he aint worth bout my bad side Tell me to kill'em cuz he deserve no mercy Follow my bad side and put a feelin through healin Any motherfucker seekin his business relentless Thoughts goin through my mind nigga had tried to shine I would be bout dat iron in this foolishness frame of mind In the front door actin a donkey wit tha .44 Let a funky snatched the money handle business to momo Tired of havin nothin wearin my brother's clothes Many times i got drove by niggas in front of hoes You know how it be dogg you aint been ballin all your life You was round dat bitch still dirty stealin bikes Buildin escape mobile all fixin the grilled cheese In the store breakin snaps crown derby a key [Chorus: Repeat-8x] Whos the muthaphucka I'm the muthaphucka [Verse Two] You lil boys runnin wanna do somethin c'mon I gotta somethin fo' lil bitch ass your potnas and your grandma Cuz i'm on a killa playa hata type boy you Dont ask me none of that but i'll take a lil of dat Step and i'll cut your breath short like its bestis Should've had your mama sayin 'lord mama child loved'em' They say i'm losin weight boy whats wrong wit you I'm hungry and i'm broke now brake me off wit a bone or two I know a, nigga should be good for that ha But all that nigga had tol' is i aint got it right now Lil bitch you not my round you hoes lay it down Lemme get dat out your potnas better me than them coppas Fa sho yo' hoe, tried to crown me on the block You probably would've got me put dat nine wouldn't stop A witness scored a bag cuz your boy tried to slam me Out chip ass sellin whammies busta wont see his family I let dat nigga slide cuz i been in his shoes too Like twenty-four-seven breath smellin like beaucoup [Chorus: Repeat-8x] Whos the muthaphucka I'm the muthaphucka [Verse Three] I'm runnin wit dat gal thats after niggas wit six figgas To get wit his sign us a wit no repayin Now i'm in it lay wit'um it violate ten and fuck'em juv Set up his to conduct an attitude Look here How many of you niggas ready to start big tymin Look here How many of you niggas wanna be ridin reclinin Diamonds be shinin sippin on heinkens your mind was in a trans Probably takin a chance to his baddest police You kill in the peete and make a million a piece And we'll got off of the streets in there a house in the east I know the answer is no so up into my dad I'm screamin fuck yo' clangin tha five doe Look here When i was young i didnt hardly know shit Bigga ballin would get the medocore nigga noticed So i approach like i was coached refuse in the gun Gangs could be over come if you silence your tongue My name went after choosen one threw out the slump Sense of envy up in these other mennies brains i [Chorus: Repeat-8x] Whos the muthaphucka I'm the muthaphucka

One Mic

NAS "Stillmatic"
[speaking softly, gradually getting louder] One time.. yeah.. yeah.. Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens] This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon Sip from the star sun and the moon In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW! [whispering again] Yo, all I need is one mic.. All I need is one mic.. that's all I need All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz All I need is one mic.. yeah [gradually getting louder] All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin Matter fact maybe more than one, look back at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17 Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust Led flyin, feel it I feel it in my gut THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!! [whispering again] All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know All I need is one mic.. [starting loud this time, getting quieter] ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you only if they know, what your weakness is I have none Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done Fooled you niggaz What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin War gets deep, some beef is everlastin Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other up in prison yards, drama, where does it start You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found You need some soul searchin, the time is now All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world

Disgusting

J. COLE "We Got A Buzz Now"
Can’t help but think about it all the time. And you know what’s on my mind [x4] Can’t help but think about it all the time. And you know what’s on my mind [x4] I told them recognize , Smith and Wesson. Now I got her in my bedroom busting Nigga that’s disgusting, that’s disgusting Nigga that’s disgusting, that’s disgusting Yeah they talk but they don’t know nothing Nigga eat a dick we the shit no flushing Nigga that’s disgusting, that’s disgusting What is you discussing? Hey, Oh NO Not another line about how life’s a bitch Well fuck the world and enjoy it If she is, wonder can she ride the dick. If so I take her on a voyage I like em long legged, Mega Thick Work it out Ya know employ it You wanna know how I know I’m the shit Cuz I keep clogging up the toilet Coley Cole, Fresh as a Four week old Not a scratch on me, Hoes ask for me Niggas ask bout me, Silly if you doubt me Close your eyes and see where the game is headed without me Give you the realest nigga, give you the chills You looking at the reason the label gave you the deal You remind ‘em of me, Let’s see how does it feel To know I fathered you niggas and left you out of my will. Can’t help but think about it all the time. And you know what’s on my mind [x4] Can’t help but think about it all the time. And you know what’s on my mind [x4] I told her recognize, Smith and Wesson Now I got her in my bedroom busting Nigga that’s disgusting, that’s disgusting Nigga that’s disgusting, that’s disgusting Yeah they talk but they don’t know nothing Nigga eat a dick we the shit no flushing Nigga that’s disgusting, that’s disgusting What is you discussing? ‘Nuff of that bullshit cake rap With your childlike scriptures I’m busting off nigga take that! Don’t let the limelight get ya The hood said we fuckin with you cole say And we gon’ ride right wit ya Yeah we know you got college degrees But we got prior’s like Richard And here we are Raps is like CPR Nigga turn on your tv, BET, you see a star Me and my team like ET, Completely we be from Mars Damn he got bars as if hes speaking of CB4 Need a barrage A freaky broads, to keep me hard Like 3 Nicki Minaj’s, flow completely retarded So I’m deeply regarded as one of the gods And yes her ass clappin so that a round of applause I guess Can’t help but think about it all the time. And you know what’s on my mind [x4] Can’t help but think about it all the time. And you know what’s on my mind [x4] I told her recognize, Smith and Wesson Now I got her in my bedroom busting Nigga that’s disgusting, that’s disgusting Nigga that’s disgusting, that’s disgusting Yeah they talk but they don’t know nothing Nigga eat a dick we the shit no flushing Nigga that’s disgusting, that’s disgusting What is you discussing?

New York Giants

BIG PUNISHER "Yeeeah Baby"
(feat. M.O.P.) C'mon.. Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh.. (Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!) C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!! Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut Long time comin, ya heard M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher [Pun] What'cha gon' do Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah) Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo' [Pun] Yo, yo, yo.. Ya heard me [Big Punisher] This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin plus the light that give light to Muhammad or Christ how you want it I got what you need From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me Big Pun!! The papichulo out to screw you , hunchback, like Quasimoto [Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P.] [Pun] Set off the sirens [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga [MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!) [Fame] Leave em brainless [Danz] Hit em with the stainless [Fame] It's the.. 'World's.. world's.. world's famous!' [Pun] C'mon - violence! [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa [MOP] New York Giants [Fame] Leave em brainless [Danz] Hit em with the stainless [Fame] It's the.. 'World's.. world's.. world's famous!' [Big Punisher] I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world like believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin a perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you Clap you with your own heat - by all means If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G. [Chorus (first 1/2)] [Pun] Violence [MOP] Form the alliance [Pun] B.X. [MOP] Violence [Pun] B.K. [MOP] Violence [Lil' Fame] I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!) 'How About Some..' FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU) Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you I rep for my cellblock niggaz and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, 'Perrico!' Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes Merc out on machines with loud pipes Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and bikes [Billy Danzini] You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE) First (FAM).. easy soldier! I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan when you found out your main man was named Danze Nigga - I'm filled with anger! You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger (FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out

Hit Factory Freestyle

LL COOL J "10"
(feat. DJ Enuff, DJ Kay Slay) [DJ Enuff] Ayo, this the heavy hitter DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own Aight, who dat there [DJ Kay Slay] Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from around they way Street sweepers baby you know how it's goin down [Enuff] Yo son what's poppin [Kay Slay] Ayo man the streets man, is craving for some of that LL thing Youknowwhatimsayin Ill Bomb was it man But I know y'all got more in store man [Enuff] Yo son we here live at the Hit Fiddactory, New York City We got the brand new flavors from LL Cool J Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, let's get this shit crackin [LL Cool J] Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent That shit y'all talkin is irrelevant I put it down from the gutter to the tenement It's LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough Y'knawmean We get down, we get down baby Check this shit out right here, uh E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks Givin head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock Splashin niggas I came slow through the block I'm, the original, visual, individual Ten times platinum your career's lookin critical Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal You wanna freestyle fuck that I need at least seven figures to even touch that But since everybody was underestimatin my format I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that Aint a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me Talk about paper, I can talk about broads I can talk about movies, I can talk about awards Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four And 2001'll be mine, by law Why name me Greatest Of All Times Because for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in line Lovin the way I shine and my lyrics combine With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can find Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits My hits run deep as the emotions of your bitch Back in the days it was the M fast stick But now the Bentley is all get more whores on the dick This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas That remember when I came through The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74 Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home Word up, the new album gon' be the shit baby Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus Unum Out of many one, The G.O.A.T., Greatest Of All Time... [DJ Kay Slay] Ahh yeah, brand new flavor by LL Cool J Featuring LeShaun, it's called Imagine That I'm in the house with my man, DJ Enuff Yo Bimmy, this is how it's going down Come on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one more time [LL Cool J] DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff You're the honey that I see when I'm ridin by The one givin me a feeling that I can't deny You got the Prada boots on, suede hittin your thigh Actin like my chrome twenties aint catchin' your eye Sometimes I slow down, catch the ass in the mirror Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs more clearer You turn me on, keep me standin up I wish that I could prove to you that I'm man enough I come up to your job and handcuff your boss Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off Then sit you up on the copy machine Make copies of your kitten with my chin in between Then I take you to the window so the world can see Baby I'm down on my knees, let your world be free Curl tongue come get up on this desk with me Multiple orgasms is your destiny [LL and LeShaun] Yo, I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide Imagine That It aint my fault that my broads collide Imagine That Knock your girls off two at a time Imagine That Disrespect you and still make you mine [Kay Slay] Ahh man I like the way this shit is going down DJ Enuff rippin it up on the ones and twos [record scratching] Hit me up with some more of that flavor [LL] Ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, it's a Rock the Bells, Def Jam Collabo man, knowhatimsayin Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me, (goddam!) me, yeah, feel this baby, (keep it going) I'm (Incredible) (what nigga) outrageous Turn money like encyclopedia pages Get freaky throw dike bitches in cages Paid in full European shit, fuck Avis Rocks in ears, blingin the atmosphere Fuck Canibus, I bodied him last year But the L still here, watch face, crystal clear Love a chick to give me head while I shampoo her hair Head to the back baby, no more tears You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow more clear Baby listen here, I been gettin paper for years And program diretcors who fronted they disappeared And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs For being overcritical with uncle get it on I burn your magazine, god'll intervene Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, uh [DJ Enuff] As we keep it movin, brand new flavor We call this one Hello, featuring Amil Aight, big up the whole Roc-A-Fella crew Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., August 22nd Go cop that in the stores Big up to all the ladies, aight, c'mon [LL and Amil 6X] Hello, hello Yo, yo [woman's voice] Honey on the telephone [LL] You're the, 212 or 718 Or 914 I love it hardcore When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw Imagine every world we could both explore [Amil] Hello Baby what you wearin right now [Amil] Hot pants My girl aint around let's get down And I hope the phone's tapped let's pretend you on my lap [Amil] I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders back Nigga you like that You see you runnin up my bill Mama might hear me but you just too ill I get your flicks lined up, stereo low Cherry flavored grease beneath my elbow If I was there what would you do [Amil] I'd lay you on your back Ride or Die daddy and I love it like that [Enuff] Ahh man, just a little bit of flavor Kay, just a little bit of flavor Aight, LL Cool J baby August 22nd [LL] Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who was the man before 'Pac and Biggie Smalls No disrespect, but y'all know how I ball The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking name y'all Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who was the man before Master P and Puff y'all No disrespect, but y'all know what he's called The L L C O O L J, spell that shit Frankly black, I'm on you niggas minds like Yankee hats Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the back Three quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks I step up, you step back Crucify ya, execution other men The lips, the voice, the way the whole shit blend My rain won't end, my crown don't bend From the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen To the page, to the stage, career wise, half my age Walkin in hell's kitchen and fell on the god's blade New millenium revoltuion, my niggas aint afraid Fuck these record labels til the legend's gettin paid The war zone, I'ma pierce to your bone I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin home If you want it, come and get it, bring it to the death If you could match a third of my success you blessed [Enuff] That's right y'all, LL Cool J, The G.O.A.T. The Greatest Of All Time, August 22nd, go cop that Don't fuck with the bootleggers, aight I wanna big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for holdin it down wit me Aight, and before we shut it down, aight I wanna bring my man out, the A&R behind this, aight The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy come out here son [Bimmy] Thank you, God bless you, good night...

I Got Your Boyfriend

JACKI-O
[Verse 1:] Hello (hello) can I speak to rochelle (who dis) I'm the bitch that's been all over yo voicemail (what) driving by yo house, taking you through hell can you tell me why our nigga ain't answering his cell (quit playing hoe)naw I ain't playing on yo phone you see me when you see me pussy hoe I'm grown we got a situation straight up on the reala woman to woman girl we sharing that nigga he probley over here when you want a nice thrill in exchange he paying the mortage and the light bill I know you looking sick I ain't tryna cause pain that nigga ain't shit pussy nigga playing games (playing games) tella how you do yo creepness you said you leaving her and you moving in with me (say what) you better tell this chick or show her my picture tell her I'm the new bitch [Chorus:] Hoe I got yo boyfriend, hoe I can take yo man, I can put it on him just like he wanna like (snap) I got yo man (snap) hoe I got yo boyfriend hoe I can make him spend grands I can put it on him just like he wanna like (snap) I got yo man (snap) [Verse 2:] I'm fucked up bout you but trust me I understand you ain't fucking with a bitch then say it be a man I hear you it ain't nothing you can be in my rearview feel you I see how you deal boo just get yo shit together respect your rules I'm a whole lot of things but I ain't a nigga fool you might as well go and come correct treat both the same with the same respect I play for keeps I ain't going no where if she won't leave then we gon' share but we gon' do this shit the right way mondays, wednesdays, fridays gon' be my days when you adding up yo bills add mines to your budget don't be sucking and pucking holding hands in public you better tell her now so she ain't surprised that I'm the new bitch and I'm the a part of yo life [Chorus:] Hoe I got yo boyfriend, hoe I can take yo man, I can put it on him just like he wanna like (snap) I got yo man (snap) hoe I got yo boyfriend hoe I can make him spend grands I can put it on him just like he wanna like (snap) I got yo man (snap) [Bridge:] Guess she can't make it pop pop it like this like this like this bet you she can't make it drop drop it like this like this like this bet you she can't make it pop pop it like this like this like this bet you she can't make it drop drop it like this like this like this. like this like thsi like this [repeat] (I don't want him you can have him hoe)

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