JUVENILE lyrics - Tha G-Code

Get It Right

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[Juvenile] You think this shit happened for me over tha night This is my life Everybody know I be on tha flight To get it right, and keep it right, and stay strong Nigga thought it wouldn't happen to 'em, but all of 'em dead wrong Singin' tha same song, sayin', 'Juvie ain't shit!' With a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich.' When tha truth is: they wishin' they was in my shoes I pay dues, with them pistols I made moves And I'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard Why ya fuckin' with mines I ain't fuckin' with y'all Tha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh-huh You didn't know that, now you call for tha plea Boy, think of all tha places you could possibly be Then, () these bullets () is comin' for me With my T-shirt and Rees on Cuz only God knows what these niggas be's on [Chorus [Lil' Wayne]] Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off Whoa You better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off [Lil' Wayne] Listen, listen, listen Sip it Cock ta act a fool and make 'em dip it (what) Chrome MAC diply (what) Automatic spitty (what) I'm a Hot Boy, nigga, follow me Do or die, survive with me (huh) Blow a pound of that broccoli (huh) Hit a block and ya ride with me (huh) Cut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter (so) Then, Cita, he never walk again (so) Don't play with them shots again (oh) I make them niggas bleed like that time of tha month See, I told 'em, 'Nobody move; nobody head bust.' Plus, a hundred rush turn a boy ta dust Nigga, I'm a soldier, trust I'll blow a hole in your guts And ain't no 'if', 'and's', or 'but's' (uh-uh) You could get mad and fuss (uh-uh) Watch your lip, man, you'll touch (uh-uh) I'll pop a clip in, and bust (uh-uh) Look, I'm straight thuggin' Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin' I'm runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin' That ain' nothin' It's Weezy Weez I show off behind cheese Get full of trees Here I come, you better leave [Chorus2x [Lil' Wayne]] Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa [B.G. + [Lil' Wayne]] Niggas know I could get ugly when it come to that (To that) Oh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if ya come for that (For that) I ain't no ho, if in beef I ain't gon' run from that (From that) You got coke, keep it on tha low cuz I'll come for that (For that) I keep pistols in my possession cuz I stays in shit (What!) I was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with K's and shit (Wha) My momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha back (Oh) Shot hookie from school, hung on V.L. and sold a lil' crack (Fo sho') Niggas respect me cuz they know my nuts be hangin'and swingin' (Hangin') If my toes get stepped on, I'm click-clackin' and bangin' (Bangin') I've been out here since I was, like, ten years old Caught my first gun charge in nineteen-nine-four Scuffed my knees up a lot, he pulled me out that I'm out here now, and ain't no way that I'ma look back Fresh layed tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minute Put tha gat down But don't think I still won't act, busta [Chorus [Lil' Wayne]] Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa You better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa Get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa

Underground Emperor

GP Wu "Don't Go Against the Grain"
[Pop The Brown Hornet] Hip hopnotized, don't look surprised As I lure you into the world of true lies You never witnessed the excellence of pure poetry Performed by a Shaolin monk straight out the monastery Hittin your cranium like two jugs of helium Blowin you up like explosives on a truck The outcome is similar to Hiroshima As I bounce off the scene like a jet-black Beamer Nuthin like the rush I receive from killin MCs Enemies better freeze before I squeeze It's life or death wrapped up in a single breath Electrifyin, watchin MCs careers dyin Gettin struck with the accuracy of a sniper No doubt, the sight of blood gets me hyper Ready to run up in your area With a silencer *wsh-wsh* die muthafucker Yeah, wassup now boy, all you can take, you can't take no more Next up is the Down Low Recka [Down Low Recka] In your circumference, quick fast you never saw me comin Like that gun I'm stunnin, makin niggas run and The shocker, I cause electrical sparks Like a flashin light in the dark in the thunderstorm at night The bark is equivalent to the bite So test the teeth, nigga feel the grief Bloodthirsty, observe as I rehearse thee murder plan White man can't kill like my pen I'll be damned if I let these niggas approach me On the East side where my coast be, look closely Before I snap my fingers and transform to smoke with the quickness No doubt I'm sick with the slickness The realness, ten years of dues I can't lose Paid up, dyin in this bed that I made up So be out before I spit out the venom And be my victim so I can live forever in the rhythm [Pop The Brown Hornet] Bow down to the underground emperor Once you enter the circle you find me in the center Of definite laced with pure entertainment Bangin your brain like uncut cocaine Movin like the theif in the night when I strike It's like equivalent to a killer shark's bite No remorse if a life is lost If you're playin the game that's the price it cost It could be deadly fuckin with a Shaolin machette Walk poundin heavy plus your palms is all sweaty You're up against a terror I think it's best you better get your act together Your style's phony like pleather Full trait to di-tect hard rock frauds My blows penetrate deeper than Shaolin swords Not many can withstand the impact of a rap act Hittin harder than a rape victim's flashback [Down Low Recka] Once you die, your grave I'ma put you in it Now take a number and I'll be with you in a minute Look at the hunter and catch me if you can, I'm here Right in your area, scarin up your atmosphere I'm out to get you for not knowin the issue I'm throwin fullstyle rep, I plan to hit you like a homing missile Don't run for cover, don't waste my time Push your luck when you know I caught ya and you stuck in the torture

Showoff Radio Freestyle

MICK JENKINS
If you knew better you niggas would do better They want it less complicated I'm never gon lose letters Not even for new cheddar Don't feel the need to beef it up when I abuse letters Thrifty, dub print shorts shooting the breeze like a drive by Young fly guy that's never gon lose feathers Copped the purple or the green when the B.B. King blues get us Couple that with my height and the paces at which I write And it's safe to say that I make enough music for two niggas Make it for you niggas, hope that you catch the message Hope that between the flash and the flair you pause and reflect it I'm hoping checks get collected like a Nike shoe fetish I'm shooting for New York Times right now we news letters Not enough paper, way too many issues Sweat from the grind require way too many tissues Get a towel in here, F R can a nigga get a vowel in here? Matter fact, two E's matter fact that's free Bumping facts through these tracks and these tracks get assembled like a factory Ain't no stopping or attacking me, it's Mick Jenk Word

Metronome Arthritis

AT THE DRIVE-IN "Vaya"
strike this match and let loose the oven's breath up the volume that flirts with the UHF swipe the magnet on the audio tape these arsons of grand larceny keep running...keep running in place achilles tendon severed from the race quick to the throat in this ink cartridge funeral marble caps lock zip code affiliate you got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old set the temperature on delete keep running...keep running in place let's hit the neighborhood today you got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old prescriptions filled now cut your suit and tie cuticals you cut your fingernails way too short what if forensics finds the answers what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you... we'll find you...

Metronome Arthritis

At The Drive In "Vaya"
strike this match and let loose the oven's breath up the volume that flirts with the UHF swipe the magnet on the audio tape these arsons of grand larceny keep running...keep running in place achilles tendon severed from the race quick to the throat in this ink cartridge funeral marble caps lock zip code affiliate you got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old set the temperature on delete keep running...keep running in place let's hit the neighborhood today you got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old prescriptions filled now cut your suit and tie cuticals you cut your fingernails way too short what if forensics finds the answers what if they stole my fingerprints where did i leave my book of matches we'll find you... we'll find you...

Forgive

JIM JONES "F.E.A.S.T.: Vampire Life 2"
I tell 'em welcome to the main attraction Where these niggas let these bitches be their main distraction I've been known to make these white girls wet And I could show you how these white girls stretch No bit cramp, sunlight heated yoga Just a stove in a pot and I need some soda There's a party in my watch, I don't need promoters Got the transparent hood, you could see the motor Huh, apparently she's a deep-throater And they tell me watch my language cause I speak vulgar In a cold so hot it's hard to come up Tried hard to make it home before the girl left at sun up I swear to God, all the cars like I hunt up They got the game now and gets us like 1 up The game even, it ain't easy I've seen niggas still lose the chip to San Seezy Get on my knees and pray (knees and pray) day and night I move on, I make it right The success don't come over night We're vampires, we own the night I came from nothing, now my money right Turned up into something, now my niggas tight This for my niggas, they never see the light Just keep your head up, they ain't vampin right It hurt my heart to see my man working 9 to 5 He was the man, you got the grams from a '95 As I recall, in my brand new 95's 'Nore the sweats, tryna get my hands on the pie I cut the grams like a samurai Had the narcs taking flicks like I'm camera shy I used to make love to a Gemini A couple friends of mine, they are now my frenemies Want to see the enemy, I guess they are my enemies Shit, but it's like a distant memory Cause, it's mazel tov in the world dog In all the simplest problems you get hold off Have you praying the dogs get called off Used to dribble through the night like a ball court So I pay to live this life, bitch by all cost So I pay the live this life, bitch by all cost Get on my knees and pray (knees and pray) day and night I move on, I make it right The success don't come over night We're vampires, we own the night I came from nothing, now my money right Turned up into something, now my niggas tight This for my niggas, they never see the light Just keep your head up, they here if something bright Roof as clear as the air that is blue Took 'er to the roof with the aerial view That's when she showed her venereal view While I'm smoking loud like the stereo blew It's the glamorous life Where we roll around with the hammers in sight Cause most niggas ain't seen a hundred grand in their sight Pop bottles in the club at a credit scammer's price A gutter nigga made mills and burned 'em Still got a couple mills burning IRS told me 8 mill returnin So I burn another blunt, in my Ferrari wheels turnin' I love a pretty bitch in some platforms In the back of the back with the back drawn Peter C's got 'er back warm R Kelly CD, repeat action I was just in the lobby with the Mack drawn Having nightmares a nigga comin' back for 'em But they say that's not likely though Just like they said I'm not likely to blow

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