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JUVENILE lyrics - Tha G-Code

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[Lil Wayne:] I ain't terrified from nuthin' I'm young wild crazy and disgustin' Better watch me cuz I'm coming With a oven by my stomach I'm scramblin' for the money Tape ya up like a mummy Call ya people and tell 'em I need 50 for this dummy I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin' Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin Dumpin' fire and bustin' Lovin, lyin' and lustin' Stealin' killin' and rapin Runnin' climbin and chasin Strugglin hustin' to make Get it got it I take it Watch ya Chevy mister Move ya purse miss Cuz I tote heavy pistols And man they burst quick It's too late to hesitate I was told there'd be better days But shit that was yesterday And still I haven't ate But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood Can't hide it though I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove That's my G-code [Chorus [Lil Wayne]:] Now put ya box in the mud Get ya glocks in ya gloves Ride drops on dubs We gon' live by that Make the snitches catch a cut Soldier pistol nigga what Hit the block and open up We gon' die by that [repeat] [Juvenile:] We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls Foreign properties and pack some menthals Got us a fire connect and went off Got jammed with this broad that rent cars Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in Jack niggas to get some cheap linen The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin' Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin Police drew causes and tried to cross lines We stuck to the code we lived and died by it [Chorus:] [Juvenile:] If war ever came we held the fort down Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound Stayed on point to make some more green Get our stash away from dope fiends Nigga had a habit he supplied his own Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome We kept a little work for the ki's and bones Crowds draw heat so we be's alone We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch Them other motherfuckers fall off the block 24/7 all around the clock We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti Police drew causes and tried to cross lines We stuck to the code we lived and died by it [Chorus x 2]

Granite Tops

JACK & JACK
Yeah yeah yeah yeah Alright check me out! No I don't claim to know the struggle 'Cause I've never lived it but Life for me hasn't always been photogenic and perfect Only I can make my own self determined Not a parent, a preacher, a teacher, Jesus or verdict could overturn This will power that I got burnin' So deep inside of me trying unecessary like cursive And no my parents aren't divorced My pops never vanished They act like since I've always had granite tops That I take this shit for granited, dammit That isn't further from the truth Who gives a damn if I was brought up astute? They say "You don't have the financial problems all these real rappers do and you ain't even bustin' caps in dudes" And just because I have a passion for rappin' The world expects me to? Now that's the stupidest thing that I've ever heard I'm just gon' flip em' the bird I'm wakin' up in the early morning hours A powerful work etchi's so unheard of in this day And age I'll make my way regardless of the haters hatin' Envy is a shameful trait Sometimes I feel there's no escape from the scrutiny and judgements And really Theres not it's gonna keep comin As long as long as the youngin' is buzzin' Ah, So I just accept it and laugh And as much as I love the cash it's so much deeper than that Bein' iconics what I'm striving for while sleeping I snap into a new reality within my dreams And then I wake up to the exact same thing 'Cause recently my life is flipped 180 degrees I was never the most confident of my friends I remember down in my basement Sammy, Big Mikes and Biggs They made me rap for em' Threatening me with shit if I didn't Lowkey makin fun of me as I spit You know how it is Probably thinking to them selves "you better stick to your day job" But now the jokes on them 'Cause that's exactly what this is Yeah Gettin the types of girls I used to not Kinda goes to show as an example How I'm used a lot But no I'm not complaining 'Cause no I didn't got the moral compass of the gods Honestly sometimes I fuck up I'm just a human Sometimes I'm out until the sun's up But that's just how it is when you're young buck Livin' on my own only 18 Don't really like the clubs much I'd rather chill and puff one But that's besides the fact Hip hop head claiming I can't mess with em' 'cause this or that And they're viners and they have young girls for the fans But man at least those girls love me just for who I am I, I guess they'll never understand it's aight

Same Space

AESOP ROCK "Appleseed"
Killaz reflect the destiny of the village So when 20 count regrets float down futility spillage See I'll pass the broken arrow this time for certain Yea but from here on out its hoof the mare the bare footed urchin Dig it in person Now exhibit true audacity and passively hack grease into ribbons Your excused from the roundtable admissions committee Activist legends turned hostage in fallen cities Dirty earthlings circling vision immaculate Spin me dizzy in a crosswalk My too far gone mastodon senses inspect relentless For fitted boogie systems and crook addictions Well sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my thorns are formed of sound And I have found sound will keep me warm When the mornings born with frozen ground Put a rope down pull me from where the buzzards cleared I mean from the bones you and your little badass mad max musketeers When the silhoettes of emaciated frames dance on a highwire Mistook for aspiring third world poster children But is inserted ghost with dealin Dead to administer links like chief then whats your forte Devil dragger in disguise seeking the match made in your eyes Friend it don't take the wise this minute triplicate pace unified I don't condone the blasphemy naturally its procreation From the floods, to the fires, to the droughts, to the cyclones Tidal waves, the twisters, tornadoes, and hell stones Whirlwinds, tropical storms, blizzards and monsoons All of which I witnessed prior to waking up inside my room Look at the crook as I panic episode tantrums Fuck hugging my cool The edginess readies the mock knock quick draw hence the duel The company of similars couldn't excite the motor But hermit crab Ace home alone-uh One barrel of idioms and charcoal stick, courage under desire Canopy draped beautiful messiah reluctant Stuck in the pluck in the haul buzzing the fuzzing televison mixer Book of saturated matches and a half-made bed Pick of the litter, litter of the pick Pack leader will huff cannibal fumes, mechanical zoom There's ample room Stowaways inside the cargo bed Said leech prior to firing up his barnacle magnet Instincts leashing himself to where the wind splitting ice storms And termite swarms are commonplace I'm a trace this silver lining winding round the profit chase I know there is good in you if one peels back the opulence But I also know its ratio the bad don't feed my confidence The nutrients will be intense circle The clues units of success being personal Then sucked basic diversion Rusty anchor budget for nothing Wedged between aesop rock and a scarred face of frustrated fuck yous Bound by concern I can't believe I'm still concerned I can't believe side children turn in their sleep over one-liners Well I yield to hear your burns Color me out of my skull draggin a wagon of creature features And all I ever wanted was to aggravate the sleepers Look self-crafted heroics murder worthless Crash test ideologies, catalog alien doctrines type disturbance Got em out, killing machines turn belly up Buckled, the troubles I've seen Coax twenty four sevens of wide eyes from day dreamers Clean or dirty serpents in turn wish preference for the latter Justified the germs burn cauterize the gashes after On my left, one finger for each burrough I can touch On my right, one finger for each time that I wake up midsummer night Who's cloaked in a pristine mantle of hellfire But A-capital glaciers out the east slide lateral Born for one task indeed To spoil the citizen kane emote self this ugly duckling seed Look I aint too attired of draggin the baggage over the seasaw seeds When the reapers turns mortals to caspers See the plain and stone conjurable can't mimmick the null Of a billion troops holding matchsticks to empty cannons Stand of a many moons when the sun hit the mountainside splendidly Bask in the last warmth that be known to man's tangents In the wink of an innocent starchild's eyelid drop he vanished Managed to carve initials in the granite wall the damned it all up I hung with cats that do the donts Cats that forage through the moats Hoping they open with soveriegnty and a cantine deemed with prodigies I love the wake, the watch, the walk, the work The well its almost six o'clock I've never seen so many tugboats miss the dock (watch)

Dead Presidents II

J. COLE "The Warm Up"
[Verse 1:] Yea Fayettenam Uh, these niggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish My crew is foolless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap shit Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name Now these lame niggas could never get it Like that bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it Clever with it, my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it So high if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes So yea, I operate on a higher plain, my thoughts take a higher train It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo And all these hoes ? wanna text-us like Waco It's hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate Yo I'm in a league of my own so what the fuck would I play for!? Some next niggas almost slide in but didn't fit in Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kid-in? These big weight niggas throwing their bid in Try not to show stress I guess the flow is protested like a sit in I told my niggas we would get in But that ain't even half the battle Stay behind like a shadow Or you catapult Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a rope I'd climb that motherfucker to the top and never let it go! [Chorus:] (I'm out for presidents to represent me nigga!) I out or president to represent me, yea! I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me! The warm up! Yea, the warm up! yea the warm up (This is, the warm up!) [Verse 2:] Ay, look heaven or hell you choose Freedom or jail, you lose I can't stop em as hot as the devils shoes Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards I'm nothing like these hoe-like rappers My whole life practice to be the one What's it like to be Lebron They calling you the saviour, so much pressure but you deal with it The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it I'll with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill No Foreman, try not to call them ladies Bs but them hoes swarmin Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money your feelin Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin a million Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same No one left for me to blame but myself cause I asked for this Headed for fame but in my brain, hey can I last in this? Ay five years I'll probably laugh at this Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense I keep it fresh while these whack niggas rehash and shit Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it I'm trynna live it how no other niggas ever lived it! [Repeat Chorus:] I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me! I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me! I'm out for fucking presidents to represent me! Dead fucking presidents to represent me! The warm up! Yea, yea yea yea yea yea! the warm up! yea yea yea yea the warm up hey! Fayattenaaaam! nigga yea!, Carolina all day! Yea!

Dungeons And Dragons

ATMOSPHERE "Headshots: SE7EN"
This is Don Newkirk from Cincinnati, Ohio. Yeah, handsome. Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Six-one-two, writers never die, writers never die. Yeah, yeah, lavish I never had it I get too happy doin atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness Check your current status [Slug] Kinetic responses were heard frequent in the past with speakin lashes in the toungues of father's demons semen Somehow catered to the whims of later stood check the you shoot like stormtroopers the arising Darth Vader hood Gave a good thumbs up type of scream to symbolize the arrival cause we've arised from the dream With a red beam that fastens to my chest wearin' a string of beads of sweat decorating this helmet that shelters and protects my laptop The brain contains the game and the fast talk More traffic than the average vagrant's favorite drag spot last stop To catch a breath for twenty miles Cause this field is filled with more snakes than MC's that fake their freestyles Your optimism is far from natural caught the label of asshole cause I'm twice as tight as the rest this rappin's vaginal Stand clear, cause when my shit comes the big fun Pushin' up in and out of your bitch system like a piston Glistening, in the twilight, hill top, with his ability stability and shoot my spunk on your soliloquy The children see right through the smoke screen the mist around your soul provoking, your own choking [Repeat 8x: Slug (In the background)] Dungeon after dungeon, dragon after dragon [Beyond / Musab (Slug)] In 97 the haters smash the tribe of set New ward, what are the most important things in life? To crush enemies? To see them driven before you? Or to hold the head of opponent MC's, in your bare hands Haha I'm a co-founder, and one that likes to lounge on Overcrowded spots so I can find someone to clown on I hound dog, sniffin' out the unwanted I said I'd let you live, but I never could keep a promise With a lot of shit in my cottage Come to my store, tryin to fight get fucked, like Marcellus Wallace The BE calls it, anybody wanna, wander, on to the stage and try ta cha cha Blah blah, that's all I'm hearin from the opposition Just a buncha cockys dissin, ya kiddin Wanna battle, huh? Last two times mc's were found dead in a fast food line Mash you, I'mma mash you (Who, them?) Yeah, that crew Separate the bitches like a capsule cause they fragile Knock em off the saddle make 'em flip to the leaves and they'll wake up paralyzed like, Christopher Reeves Take a breath, here quick take one more Before you finally realize that ya layin' in the morgue This is the core, of the underground Listen cause I'm sayin' somethin' now The BE, only one allowed [Repeat 8x: Slug (In the background)] Dungeon after dungeon, dragon after dragon [Musab] Steel is not strong Flesh is strong You understand me, boy? Watch, watch this, you you, come here, come here, come to me, come to me, witness this [Slug (Musab)] I'm kind of conservative when it comes to this rap shit because when I glace across the surface all the words is written backwards And actions speak, much louder than your heavy rotations I'll rock a crowd that's never heard of us, on any occasion No longer patient you got my cranium achin Prepare my awareness and start to measure up these square pegs To figure out which crescent wrench it's gonna take to beat this stake into my skull, to numb, and dull this headache Fiberglass rappers leave with cracked brains Shattered names line the hallways with all the ways I can contain under lids, locks in a two headed dog, with a sawed off It's where Ant makes the breaks to get your rocks off Molotov toss, into the ring of lost causes formerly known as MC's (Southside lost provisions) Cause it's more cost-efficient to kill the bad apple then save the core then to nature let it run it's course, of course You cross me, spread my wings and leave you stranded on this planet (Cross me, spread my wings and leave you stranded on the planet) You cross me, spread my wings and leave you stranded on this planet Dungeon after dungeon, dragon after dragon after dragon [Repeat 7x: Slug (In the background)] Dungeon after dungeon, dragon after dragon [Musab] In 97, smash the tribe of Set, all the snakes slitherin amongst the base, amongst the temples smashed

Piss Em Off

ACE HOOD "Starvation"
Fresh on the scene, now you let the swag talk Watch, I pull up in that foreign just to piss 'em off Had to whisper to my dog, I say we here to ball Chain ring, wrist bling, I'm a piss 'em off Okay, more bottles of Rosay Ermaz on her waist, complimented by that oche Looking kinda fly Mr. Hood what them hoes say Pissing niggas off by the bezel on the watch face On that nick Shorty, this just how the boss play Phantom with the two tone, left it with the valet You don't have a rank, catch me cooping on a Sunday Bitch I am the shit. We clear? Blue Ray Check the swag. Yea, it's on Gettin' cash, the bank roll I get it fast, never slow Piss 'em off just to let them haters know Let 'em know you will never meet a nigga this fly, I ain't lying Got the top off the wip You ain't ridin', you ain't ridin' If the watch under 40 You ain't shinnin', you ain't shinnin' Piss 'em off, you niggas all talk, ain't bide it Old man, ten grand, bought the whole mall Heard they hatin' so I did it just to piss 'em off Chilling with a bad bitch Mrs. WhatchaCall Put her in a red bottom just to piss 'em off Good lord, you know what the wrist cost Bid the pretty penny probably triple what your rent cost Get a nigga shine it, like cutting on a chandelier Hop in about that Porsche, why of course that be tha Panamere Louie, Gucci, Fini or Versace be my day a pair Oh that shit got you talkin' It's nice, Christmas Carol I ain't with the bullshit I do this for real though Kick it with a player, talking gang when the field goal Swimming in some money, fuck around and do a backstroke You know how I like it baby, you just keep your bag low Main I'm a dog, my whips are retarded Swag out of space, you couldn't match it with a martian Whatcha talin'? Check the swag. Yea, it's on Gettin' cash, the bank roll I get it fast, never slow Piss 'em off just to let them haters know Let 'em know you will never meet a nigga this fly, ain't lying Got the top off the wip You ain't ridin', you ain't ridin' If the watch under 40 You ain't shinnin', you ain't shinnin' Piss 'em off, you niggas all talk, ain't bide it

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