JUVENILE lyrics - Tha G-Code

Fuck That Nigga

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[Juvenile] We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white We go to all the spots, we be up all the night We'll tell a nigga, 'Fuck ya!' and be waitin' outside for him Bust him up and see how many niggas gon' ride for him Play the project bricks and watch for the law Nigga come to my section, we to they section and ward We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars Spankin' niggas that be showin' off with they broads Nigga catch a felony... he takin' his charge Niggas turnin' state... we rapin' the boy It's a hard life we livin'... they 'bout they drama We earn stripes for killin'.. I'll attack like a rhino Some of the time... motherfuckers be off they bases Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's [Chorus2x B.G.] Man, pop that nigga Man, kill that bitch Man, shoot that nigga Man, spank that bitch Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch [Juvenile] Stay from 'round here, I tell ya.. these niggas ain't cool Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool We be duckin' off in the hallways.. and in the cuts Gettin' the fuck when ATF is pullin' up People in the projects say, 'Them niggas ain't shit' They hustle all night for brand new outfits You're fuckin' right... that's how it is on the block Real duck T-shirt, 'Bauds, and ReeBoks Camouflage around the neck and the dome Fucked-up attitude totin' a chrome Fighting for weed, nigga ain't ever goin' home Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of () We ain't tryin' ta see the jailhouse But if we do we hope we be able to bail out Know what I'm sayin', lil' daddy We need a lick, come up in the whole brick Kick in a nigga door and punish the whole clique [Chorus2x] [B.G.] Come through the hood where ya hang with a K, and when I see ya What I'ma do to ya, I know I wouldn't wanna be ya Split your head in half, nigga.. leave ya stressed in the street Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet I play it raw when I'm in beef, I'm a Hot Boy that's heat Get it how ya live is how it is where I be Fuck a nigga's how I feel, no nigga steppin' on my toes Without feelin' !BLOCKAH! !BLOCKAH! from four-fours I'm a dog, with a gun in my hand I cut loose You're on the other end of that pistol, it's on you Get hit up.. chopped up.. did somethin' awful Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin Ain't part of my clique, fuck ya nigga Don't please me I don't love ya nigga, you're no good, playa I don't trust ya, nigga To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust nigga, what [Chorus 4x] [B.G. talking] Ya heard me Put fifty rounds in that nigga's what'cha do that bitch Fuck him, ya heard me (fuck him) Fuck his whole clique, nigga (fuck 'em all) Ya don't like me, I don't like you, nigga (I don't like ya, nigga) You don't like me, that mean you don't like my clique I don't like you, that mean I don't like you (!blockah! !blockah!) The niggas ya fuck with, the niggas you affiliate with, ya heard me Any nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me Fuck all them old bitch-ass niggas throwin' bricks () (fuck 'em all) It's real over here, nigga, ya heard me (fuck 'em all) We got this here (fuck 'em all) and we holdin' this here down Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, nigga Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me Joe Casey, Travey, ya heard me, all tha shots, nigga We comin' through, nigga We layin' it down, nigga, and we just doin' what we do Keepin' it real Cash Money for life

Lil Advice

CRUCIAL CONFLICT "Final Tic"
Yo check it out, knahwhat I'm saying? It's time to get a real low down About how it goes, knahwhat I'm saying? Ain't no need to beat around the bush So uhh, just check out these playas Pop it like this Verse 1: WildStyle You like this hoe I bump this hoe She be turning tricks man Let me show you how to play your way Up in this pimpin' game Tell ya this from the get go If I catch ya with another brother You just gone be hurting fast Hittin' wid why? Don't you cry? But bitch you out there bad Get what you can, understand I got another plan Try to wreck shop and spit it fast Pass a bag as I tag dag Now I'm fin' to go for first scullie man I'm mannish, dirty shouldn't hurt me Why the foul niggas always wanna serve me? Who gives a fuck they be like me Never let no motherfucker spook me Like I'ma goofy, I'm down in this town so slick And I want that coochie I'm blazing up, Come in all, rodeo When we go A pimp is a pimp And a hoe is a hoe Nigga let that shit go Hook: Here's a little something That I think ya'll should know A pimp is a pimp A mack is a mack A hoe is a hoe When you on the street You got to let that shit roll A pimp is a pimp A mack is a mack A hoe is a hoe Verse 2: Cold Hard I'm just a slick nigga anyway Being bogus to a bitch is how I'm raised Ain't no sense trying to get in this If you broke hoe get up out my face You a trip! , No I ain't no trip Watch my pimpin' in the future bitch Hoe trying to play these mind games Like these trick lames get these bitches rich Uhh, guess who ain't tripping bitch? For the shit you be trying to pull slick I'ma stand on ya ass fast and pass Watch me hit another lick Hoe I ain't bout that groupie shit I'm gon' come out squeaky clean Have you ever seen, When a man fiend, Cause he ain't got no damn green Square figmonts and marry them hoes Fake Tims and paying 'em jealousy flaring 'em Just cause a nigga be wearin' and tearin' 'em Big thick I wannabes I must be scaring 'em Got a bitch nigga wanna be my companion To keep them hoes from all that bragging But hell nah, it's Cold Hard On the bitch I bogart Hook Verse 3: Never Check it out, You gotta pimp a bitch Gotta put a bitch down on How to go make that cash Creep in slick, get up and dig Then just straight break his ass Cause it really don't make no sense Just to get up wid a hoe And she ain't gettin' paid Bitch betta have my money laid Down like a nigga strung out on hay Hoes might try to strut man, And pop game, back at a pimp Real hoes know not to fuck wit me Cause I really ain't down for the broke shit Bitch wanna know how Never do it Never did it, now that bitch wid me Sticking her hands up in ya pockets Giving me all your fucking profits And it ain't no thing I let a hoe know quickly she gotta go When she getting to attracted to a nigga Out on the stroll she can have that nigga Bitch I'ma get my pockets bigga Slow down throw down and pimp anotha hoe Why fuck up the game trying to reclaim that bitch Just let her go Hook Verse 4: Kilo On the level pick a business Never snooze on the game Up out a freaky bitch A pimp is a pimp ya'll That'll find every vic That's waiting cause it appears to be A mack is a mack when I'm rolling Bitches be riding that dick like a horsie Giddy up wid it baby Never loving no bitches Giving me jones that can force me Niggas turn to mack like us Cause they getting played At they own damned skin Fall in love start fighting for that hoe Trick or treating like it's halloween If you can't see open up your eyes And wake up cause you sleep on your knees Cause I said it was a time when a no good hoe You need to be getting rich How you calling yourself a pimp Boy you fucking up the game, Scullies taking you off your square You ain't a playa youz a lame Don't push me just want the pussy If you broke please don't tempt me Kilo's on that hi-tech shit A bitch will never pimp me Hook

Once Upon A Time N' The Ghetto

MC Eiht "My Neighborhood"
Geah You know how the fuck we do it It's thug shit Y'all wit' me? C'mon, geah Hey... Once upon a time in the ghetto you're stuck In the ghetto you're fucked Ah - press your luck I said once upon a time in the ghetto You're through Once upon a time in the ghetto It's like you Check it out (Verse 1) My life has been like gun blast every night Stop the car, searched down with a flashlight Where's the gun? Where's the dope? The drive-by last week they try to pin, there's no hope Wishin' I wasn't the victim, better yet the suspect Waitin to run a warrant check What set you from? What side of town? Nigga like you must be ready to get down Hold up now, cause I start to speak my mind I question the place of the ride and what time Speak your mind one more time, you're through They found a bullet that I stashed in my shoe Fuck, now they gon' tear up the car Try to lock me in a cell that's as tight as a jar But that's the way it's goin' down, the gang story's told Tomorrow might be the same episode Chorus... Once upon a time n' the ghetto you're through Once upon a time n' the ghetto I'm like you Once upon a time n' the ghetto you're stuck In the ghetto you're fucked Ah - press your luck I said... (Verse 2) Y'all can follow me, see how gangstas walk Real killas spit the strap and don't talk Set trip, murder at night, we stalk Yellow tape, bodies outlined in the chalk I keeps my enemies close Last night seen a life straight turn to ghost My position is to roll through round-the-clock Keeps watch on the one times down the block You hear the click with the bang-bang, then you stop Try to run, but the chest burn makes you drop My comrads and criminals through hard time I ride for y'all niggas, pop goes my nine I do the crime, the point is mine Look around the clockwork, it ain't hard to find Any block, ward or burrough, you know what I speak Your clients all cross the street if yo' product is weak Chorus... (Verse 3) Y'all fools come up short on the work and try to cheat us Cold niggas, cold-ass world, catch the heaters Burn you bitch-ass niggas, you can't beat us Another life lost, you never will defeat us Gun smoke's the outcome I predict Locked down, never that, nickel slick Try to cheat a nigga for dollars, holla holla Is the sound that you make for cuttin' off the cake Fake niggas, I hate yo' face, niggas Seal your fate, no safety on the triggers Ditches for the bodies I dump I dig bigger Puttin mo' dick to ya than Dirk Diggler Static cling, bust straps, you ears ring Funeral day, the sad songs to sing Nigga shoulda known by now it's mines Step now or charriots will swing Chorus... Hoo-Bangin' one time, check it out Hoo-Bangin' two times, check it out Compton one time, nigga Compton two times, bitch Geah

Gangsta

KILLER MIKE
[Intro] All points in the region related gangsterish Serving dark dishes of true pimp horror Warriors stormy nights on leathery wings Sexy sirens in dreams of king Stephen killer mike Mad stalking midnight [Chorus: x2] Westside riders keep it (gangsta) Southside hustlers keep it (gangsta) Eastside killers keep it (gangsta) Northside monsters keep it (gangsta) [Killer Mike] See I in the V.I. staggerin and weed eyed Stumbling and laughin rollin in with 'kast 'nem Cold weather bubble goose 4-5er mashin From G.A. to L.A. Force 1's be my fashion Disrespect my space I'll push yo fuckin back in Spit in your face and hand your faggot ass a napkin Everything you did mu'fucka we done done done Ran streets took over traps carry gun gun I'm from a hood full of junkies and pastor sons We don't give a fuck how hard you come we don't run Our moms ain't raise no faggot ain't nothing queer nigga We don't give a fuck blood'll smear right here nigga [Chorus] [Killer Mike] Shit Them killers in the cut they conspiring they conniving Aint no fifth for them niggaz them niggaz shit we ride with Them fur coat and champagne suckers better hide when They peep a team of gully motherfuckers bout to slide in These bullets leave you shakin like that dance from N.Y. and I put that on my children and my young nephew Ty and And my nigga Kimjohn years away from frying He send me letters telling me how grown men be crying When they surrounded by rapists with lustful eyes in The belly of the beast where they don't let no light in Red velvet robbin crews totin lead pipes in To your suburban home throwin on kids and wife and You go spaghetti when these killers strike like lightning Niggaz go spaghetti when these killers strike like lightning [Chorus] [Killer Mike] Shit We don't give a fuck bout who your homeboy friends is We don't give a fuck bout what series your benz is All we gives a shit about is up all night trappin white Cop that yay weigh it right till lay lay equals glass pipe My side of town don't act right Every damn day is fight night These motherfuckers don't act ok These motherfuckers just spray they k Down the block over rocks hot 4-5's be coughin Mothers who couldn't afford shoes and socks They purchase coffins You scared motherfucker you scared (rich nigga) You scared motherfucker you scared (bitch nigga) You scared motherfucker you scared (snitch nigga) You scared motherfucker you scared (trick nigga) [Chorus x2] [Talking] All those who oppose higher glory beware For candelit crypt comes open and monsters see Two big rested vamps doin the snake-dog dance

Fake Niggas

Freestyle
Talent: I'm tired of listening and reading about cats that claim they can rap when all they talk about is hoes, money they ain't got and heat that they can't pack so just face the facts all yall is whack nigga my little brother could rip all yall on a track my bass thump so loud it will flip all yall on ya back so you could turn in your grave my rhymes so hot that before you start reading them they burn in your face so now you know that your whole journey's a waste you can hang up freestlyling before they turn your way and then just turn you away...... (Chorus)x2 Fake niggas two faced niggas couldn't come out with nonthing hotter than this if I gave you two days niggas can't stand gay niggas owe me money but don't pay niggas If you really want to know the truth I think all you cats is fake niggas. Talent: I hope none of yall trying to get a record label you could barley get a job at a low class resturaunt trying to set the tables nigga who set your goals better yet who set your fables you jelous of me uh oh another Kane and Able but this time it's the opposite I'm the freestyle king ain't no one stopping it yall come on here and just start popping lips think you bad cause you claiming folk, slobs, or crips that's a negative HIV is the only thing about you that's positive you need to stop your lyrics cause they getting norrogitive i'm similar to a puzzle piece and ain't nobody solving this gotta let you know that fake niggas is my only problem snitch...... (Chorus)x2 Fake niggas two faced niggas couldn't come out with nonthing hotter than this if i gave you two days nigga can't stand gay niggas owe me money but don't pay niggas if you really want to know the truth i think all you cats is fake niggas Talent: (Not Freestyle) Brownsville N.Y. Is my hometown the realest niggas you will ever see is up north you punk niggas you fake nigggas you wanna be me niggas I done seen so many niggas down here that is fake yall niggas is so fuckin fictionated you look like a fuckin video game you bitch niggas you grimey ass hoe niggas you's a snitch nigga yeah, yeah, yeah he know who i'm talking about remember me nigga tha nigga you crossed in Queens Yeah bitch my cousin told me you be on this shit typing garbage I going to let you know at the time you least expect it i'll see you again I told you it would catch up with you cause it's a small world where beef can never end you two faced sock chewing snake ass nigga.............. It ain't Over!!!!!!

What Son What - Capone-n-noreaga

Funkmaster Flex "The Mix Tape, Vol. 4: 60 Minutes of Funk"
[Noreaga - talking] Lets keep it grimy! (get with that shit) What y'all niggaz get man? What y'all gets murder unit (murder unit) or burn unit (burn unit) Get a real fuckin life unit (real life fuckin unit) A real unit; a motherfuckin, CNN shit (CNN!) My nigga Swift on the motherfuckin fours (fours) We thugged out y'all (what!) Yo, yo.. we thugged out y'all! [Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga] [N] I say I don't really give a fuck [C] Why do don't really give the fuck? [N] Cause I don't really give a fuck [C] So we don't really give the fuck [N] You gon' roll with me? [C] Hell yeah [N] What son what!? You gon' roll with me? [C] Hell yeah [N] What son what!? You gon' roll with me? [C] Hell yeah [N] What son what!? You gon' ride with me? [C] Hell yeah [N] What son what!? You gon' die with me? [C] Hell yeah [N] What son what!? [Capone] Right every bill I stack another war, story and track Settle down for money; hungry cats peddle the crack Some strive to be the man but never make it that's the granted further What part you playin the game, who gonna slash worker Some'll pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us Don't look for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court When a judge holla Father you sure? Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they send him bail I been as real as I stealin free lunch I got the greats from this old man give me hearse and, I made a move from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van) My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I lead (I lead) Do crime in New York, money and murder Gentleman talk, ball like Atlanta Hawk No respect, this on the stacks of the court I started off in the street thing, triple it's on [Chorus] [M.A.Z.E.] Ya niggaz livin a lie, spittin the same Its no room, no BI for y'all in the game See me I, stay where it pop Off the chain like my diss and it rocks Movin the same is the strippin the spot I'm hot, rock glizzery from the bottom to top Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes To piss off the killer in me Me and six will slick through it (through it) Bronx river to the con do it I see Don P calm as me, like spazin dead on your cheek Like green to my eye, shit, write it down sincere Get to say my name in the air Niggaz pipe down, put they mic down Niggaz scared that we ain't even drop yet Yet this year we show ya all who the hottest (hottest) The projects, I rep to my death (rep it nigga!) X'd out hoes, we regulate (X'd out hoes!) We ain't sharin or fillin 'boes; see how we go? [Chorus] - with Noreaga adlibs [Noreaga] Keep the Mac under the seat To fast niggaz ready to creep And my niggaz stayin with heat Like the hook go - what son what!? Like the shit go - what son what!? See me in the hood though With a hood though, with a little puppet And we doing no good though Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the club Niggaz don't need no math I rather, get head, I don't need no ass Fuck all of y'all, y'all don't really rep for me I mean you, and you ain't the set for me I'm in different vicinities, gettin high with your enemies So niggaz better stop playin Before I get the M-One and just start sprayin Keep your block on lock, so now you go Nigga, I sell bricks like my name Alpo [Chorus] [Mussolini] It's no rumor what you hear about us in clubs Or freight some young Blood No vest protect the shot for your mug Snake niggaz hear the move, every chance they get Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the advance they get Hustlin niggaz, I catch y'all Uptown Soon as papi hit you, I'm right behind you holding it down Ya niggaz, got it confused Pop bottles and boo's Might fit, make you come out of your jewels A little more richer Every sixteenth spit a little more sicker Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause that's my nigga I spit it for the streets My bitches and freaks, lacking four to twenty G's Thugging every week, stylin out, Violator I'm wildin out MU and thugged out, them hoes talkin about We off the yell dogg, the entire know this song Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, thugged out strong, motherfucker [Chorus] [Norega] Huh? Huh? We say what son what!? Huh? What? Yeah (stop playing.. motherfucker) Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!? Huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say what son what!? Burn unit, burn unit; my nigga Swift on the motherfuckin four's What what? {*Noreaga continues to adlib in background*} [Funkmaster Flex - over end of Noreaga] Yeah, Capone-N-Nore baby! Thugged Out! Shout to Martin Moore Shout to my man Gina Things is happenin baby Sixty Minutes of Funk Volume Four (okay) Shout to Irv Gotti (ill sound, murder)

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