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JUVENILE lyrics - Tha G-Code

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[talking] [B.G.] What's up, Juvie [Juvenile] What's happenin', B.Geezy [B.G.] I'm chillin'. Me, I don't like them old bitch ass niggas [Juvenile] I don't like them bitch ass niggas either [B.G.] They better get tha fuck from 'round here [Juvenile] Rattin' motherfucker [B.G.] Nigga, come on my set, I'ma feel disrespect Now they gon' get they issue, they done walked into that No vest ain't gon' protect you The shit that's in my clique gon' sail through your chest fool I'm tellin' you I'ma bring drama, chaos, nothin' less When I'm ridin' 'round your set, it's a nigga best eject Nigga, like a rain storm, your whole block get wet All it take is one to tha head, bahdi-by-by, you rest Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I'm dressed I represent to tha fullest, nigga, in a Rolex Roamin' on tha streets, Feds got a warrant for my arrest Fuck that, I'm just a nigga they gon' have ta catch I kick a nigga momma door in if he tryin' ta hide And then I put one in his mom head if I don't get mine You could call it what you wanna, but that's how I play it Now play with me, I got a K, and watch how quick I spray it [Chorus] [Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes [B.G.] I don't even want them niggas hangin' on our block I don't even want them niggas scorin' out our shop [Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes [B.G.] Man, I don't even want them niggas ridin' down our block I don't even want them niggas lookin' at our shop [Juvenile] You don't know you're not suppose ta be around these parts You don't know you goin' in and you might get caught You be tryin' ta get some information out these broads Tryin' ta find out where a nigga hide his stash and cars It's niggas like you that be gettin' niggas like me stuck It's niggas like you that be givin' niggas like me up I'm tryin' ta figure if you work for tha police or what You plobly hangin' 'round a nigga 'cause you need a buck They got dope around tha projects, and it leads to us Feds know we ain't be sellin' nothin' but ki's and up Rattin', I gotcha I'm lookin' for ya with MAC-10's ta pop ya You never thought that I would do that ta stop ya That lil' man was surprised to have you like I gotcha See me empty every clip out of my chopper You gon' get caught up 'cause you keep fuckin' with poppa... poppa [Chorus] [Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes [B.G.] Man, I don't even want them niggas hangin' on our block I don't even want them niggas scorin' out our shop [Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes [B.G.] Man, I don't even want them niggas ridin' down our block And I betta not catch them niggas hangin' 'round our shop [B.G.] Wodie, are you ready ta get this beef cookin' 'Cause once it's on tha stove, get on your shit because I'm lookin' You betta know I ain't gonna let a nigga disrespect my clique And I ain't gon' let a nigga come and take my shit That'll make me look like a stone cold bitch So ain't no way I ain't gon' grab my K and let my shit spit When I spin the ben I don't give a fuck who gets split If you get hit... it's all on you if you innocent It's game we play, and it's hectic If you ain't got a vest, you ain't protected With pussy-niggas... my block's infested So one by one, they all gon' get rested Me and my others' dog act a ass, ho When I hit you all in your face, your casket is closed You came 'round tha wrong hood and got that ass burnt Nigga thought it was all good and got that ass burnt... that ass burnt [Chorus] [Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round my door [B.G.] I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round our block I don't even want these niggas scorin' out our shop [Juvenile] I don't even want these niggas comin' 'round no more I don't even want these niggas tryin' ta come ta score [B.G.] I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round our block I don't even want these niggas scorin' out our shop [Juvenile] I don't even want these niggas comin' 'round no more Look, I don't even want you niggas fuckin' with our hoes [B.G.] I don't even want you niggas ridin' down my block I don't even betta not catch you niggas lookin' at my shop, nigga [B.G. + Juvenile talking] [B.G.] Ha-ha [Juvenile] What up, what up [B.G.] Old bitch-ass, ruckus Fuck, did y'all just jumped off tha porch Ass-niggas betta stay... your mother fuckin' ass back [Juvenile] Turnin' state Motherfucker 'round here turnin' state, ha You're rattin' on a nigga, ha We gonna get your motherfuckin' ass [B.G.] How ya luv that [Juvenile] Askin' my old lady where tha dope at, ha Follow her again, bitch, I'ma catch ya [B.G.] Uh-huh Fuckin' with tha B.Geezy [Juvenile] I got a cake baked for ya [B.G.] Nigga, Juvie [Juvenile] We got a cake baked for ya

Boyz N Da Hood (Lil' Nigga Pt. 2)

ACE HOOD "Starvation 3"
[Hook:] Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin Lil nigga, lil nigga [Verse 1:] Hunnit round on the backseat Catch a nigga slippin on the back street Big fire loaded and it's ready Homies get it runnin like a track meet Young nigga tryna catch a body He don't even know what he started He don't give a fuck about nothing Trappin every day to Yo Gotti, fuck it! Horny 15 and they fuckin Projects livin with his cousin Mama on drugs and his daddy don't care Got a dirty glock boom, he a bust it And them lil niggas sellin trees Steady he enlist with the fiends Never follow rules and he barely go to school Drug test him and he wasn't even clean Lil nigga, lil nigga [Hook:] Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin Lil nigga, lil nigga [Verse 2:] All a young nigga know is murda Always know he's standin on the corner Big homie givin in the game Started with a ounce and a burner Fuck nigga runnin round lurkin Extend in the clip so 30 Creepin real slow in a reaper See a nigga peepin through the curtain Hold up, lil nigga fuckin up his life He just wanna earn some stripes Send him out shootin at another motherfucker When he see him man he says on sight, damn He don't really playin for the set He'd do anything for a check It's only two ways he gon end up goin Either prison or he's fuckin round dead Lil nigga, lil nigga [Hook:] Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin Lil nigga, lil nigga [Verse 3:] 4-5 niggas in a rental Duck boy, tints on the window Catch a few niggas at the corner store chillin and they plottin on how they gon kill em, man Lil nigga with em like fuck it Roll up on them niggas, start jumpin Before they even know it everybody hit the ground Goddamn it's like they seen this shit comin Woa! Smash on the gas, nigga hurry Heart beatin fast, niggas worried Never leave evidence, never leave fingerprints on a car these niggas so dirty Black car caught them at a light They ain't even know it 6 masked goonies and the clips on fully Hot dog and they startin unloadin [Hook:] Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin Lil nigga, lil nigga Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life Lil nigga, lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga

Keepin' It Tight

BUSTA RHYMES "Extinction Level Event"
Yeah Flipmode Squad Yeah their ain't nothing iller Busta Rhymes got another killer Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo We be getting money at casinos Gamble my money like gambinos Scarface through like appachino Now my pockets got muscles like Lou Farigno Got the hot shit Big up my nigga Premo Stack loot with my nigga Dino and Enno (Julio) Spliff and my other nigga Chico Uno dos tres quatro cinco (Gimme five) Count from ten all the way back to zero Set it off rep. from here to Puerto Rico Run in the bitches makes me black and Filipino Trick in the hide or on the niko Caught the round trip to Santo Domingo My nigga Spliff criminal like Max Remo Thug think he loud then show me your hero Nigga tried to play me on the dealo Tried to short me couple gram on the D-Low Thought we didn't know better oh yeah we know Stepping them niggas for what its gon be yo Niggas spend money and fuck a preshow Your name was shorty who whip in a little Geo Dare and look niggas get left by the sea show Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole Chorus: Alright y'all (Alright) You know we keepin it tight y'all (Real tight wha) That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it) That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it) Alright y'all (Alright) You know we wildin all night y'all (All night y'all) That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it) That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it) Yo, guess who coming through for dinner (Who) Busta Rhymes bringing another winner Coming with another all night thriller (Yo yo) Shit bang through your bass kicker Don't want the hot shit to boil you move quicker Should've made the club crowd a little thicker Nigga in a club fronting like a killer You ain't eating my nigga you lookin thinner Now you a sinner a partier beginner You better off if dance to who got the keys to my beamer You a killer but you never pulled a trigger How that calculate money yo how you figure Yo, another homerun hitter my nigga Yo we ain't over hit you with a refiller We keep it moving never label me a quitter Flipmode baby you could call me flipper She wildin we wildin along with her My nigga put me on told me she a stripper Fronting like he don't really wanna be with her He told me handle my business cause he already did her He says she used to be Lucy babysitter Fuck a sloppy second hit the highest bidder for realla Keep the champagne in the chiller Keep it cold while I hit you with another wig-splitter Chorus (2x)

Stress

Kane Abel "Am I My Brother's Keeper"
[Talking] Hey Nigga This is our last time bonita After this we out I'm tellin you We die together An eye for an eye (In Italian) A tooth for a tooth (In Italian) An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth All my niggas Feel me [Verse 1] I can't rest So much stress to live illegal My uncle on death row Waiting to get the needle Holla if you hear me people This dope game is evil A bloody river runnin through the ghetto That new born baby In the dumpster She been dead for a week While the dope fiend momma Gettin high on the street Gettin beat by police Still prayin for peace Niggas playin for keeps Yellow tape and white sheets And time is going by so slowy I plead insanity My family my homies Sick of swallowing rocks To avoid them cops on the block Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks This ghetto got me thinkin about death When will it stop Either you punch the clock Or you open up shop Chorus Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest [Verse 2] Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster Over respect Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck Look in his eyes He kinda looked surprised in his last breath But life goes on for niggas Throwin up they set In terror In the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppin Niggas run in your crib And make references to why your momma Washin fiends Never with a fly Chasin a high And gettin AIDS from a bitch Ain't no way to die And everyday I'm seeing signs Of the end of the world My nigga Bobby killed himself and his lady In front of his baby girl Feds, watch a nigga Tryin to make the bus But niggas stay strapped And gats, we trust (C'mon) Chorus [Verse 3] Bill Clinton in the White House Fucking hoes Innocent kids gettin shot on my block Casket closed Hear the niggas in the cell blocks Screaming for freedom Tryin to cop a cigarette for stress Cause they need them Remember JJ got shot In a high speed chase Busted in the back Through the license plate My reality is fatality I verbalize pain before I be another casualty Infared beam on the glock Just aim and pop You see me for a split second And your dead and got I try to tell these young kids Go to school They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool They don't hear me though [Talking] Yeah man It's sad you know We ain't got no jump shot Can't play football We ain't got no money for college But I see these niggas on the block Rolling with their fancy cars Fancy gold Fancy hoes Nigga, I'ma get it how I live You know I'ma y'all young niggas some advice Don't get greedy nigga Get what you came for To many niggas dying Trying to prove something to another nigga Be true to yourself True to what you know nigga Stay true to the gizzame

Crime Story

DMX "It's Dark And Hell Is Hot"
Mnn Man, uh Shit stay happen Ya know Its crazy dog Its off the hook But you know Real niggas survive No regardless Them heartless Who is this I see, comin' through, its like 3 On the a.m., I'ma rob this nigga An when I'm done, I'ma slay him For bein' stupid like, comin' through after 1 or 2 And havin' a gun that he couldn't get to Yeah, that one'll do Foolish niggas learn the hard way, then I teach 'em Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, then I leach 'em Like Jigga said, niggas test you When your gun goes warm So I keep 'em scattering Like roaches, when the light turns off From night to dawn Right from wrong Hope no way 3-57 slugs with a snub nose, dray eight Settin' all you bitches straight (what) Squashin' all beefs To the point where the police Be blockin' all streets Got me trapped up in the building But you know how that go I stay fucking with the hood rats And I run up in the rab hole Run through the hallway See police, face to face And bein' I'm tellin' you this story Means I caught another case Its either you or me And more than likely, its gonna be you, than me Aiight Feel me O Day 2 of the saga This fuckin' drama continues Wakin' up like every 2 hours, lookin' out my window Plus I keep the 4-4 pointed at the door Just in case, when they bust in, I bust them And I'm gunnin' for the face 'What a waste of potential' is what my teachers used to tell me 'You can always get a job' and cheap shit they tried to sell me Got me no where but broke and fucked up in the game But now I got a name, and niggas know my name Knock of the door 'police, we lookin' for a man Killed a couple of cops last night and the reward is ten grand' I play like a bitch 'Its just me here, and I'm not dressed And that guy sounds kinda dangerous, I hope you make an arrest' That was a close one, now I know I gotta get outta the city Cuz I know I'm hotter than lave, I'm holla the mouth Got my dog on the horn, he like 'Fuck, you done did it They a ran up in my crib, nigga, pattin down my kid' [dial tone] Put the harness on the dog, load up the weapons Murder's on my mind, no half steppin' Motherfuckers want war, you can get it, Cuz I'm tired of runnin', remember me as the nigga that died gunnin' Kamakaze mission, C-4 strapped to the chest Run up in that joint, raw dog, fuck the vest They can keep theirs, cuz it won't be the slugs that'll kill 'em It'll be the raw of the C-4 as I'm bringin' down the building When I go, taking a bunch of the motherfuckers with me I ain't sittin around waiting for them faggot niggas to come and get me I bring it to 'em, service with a smile What nigga Didn't know a dog with rabies was up in the cut, nigga Now that you finally findin' out what this shit means I'm at the precinct, 116th Run up in there Open up my jacket 'You muthafuckers lookin' for me' Well here I am 'Now you comin' with me' (Explosion) Man, that shit is crazy baby Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you feel it, is you wit it Its off the hook y'all

Message To Mankind

JA RULE "The Mirror"
[Chorus] You lived inside of me… there was noting I could conceive that you would do for me… trouble seems so far away you changed that right away believing you abandoned me (But I ain’t mad at cha) you abandoned me you abandoned me Hell no I ain’t mad at cha Matter of fact I was laughing at cha Crying with ya thinking god would grab a napkin Na he was just a hoopla bitch I'm a superstar bitch Get mine regardless parter than average Common use and knowledge but I admit I schooled these niggas And did it with honors came close to the style that is way to common now Niggas is cocktails got my shit all watered down, Hennessey flowa Me R.U.L.E. easy people you know what them guns do Kill any nigga that ever looked at me wrong Who ever said my name in vain in a hook of a song Got to be killed or reformed disrespecting the don Killing bitch niggas has got to be a blessing from god And Iv been blessed with the strength to go against odds If it was left to the fans it might have been hard because… [Chorus] you abandoned me you abandoned me Hell no I ain’t mad at cha This world dubbed me the soul snatcha When pac died it immediately put all eyez on me 5 foot 9,…1, 6, 5 raspy voice you see from queens NY I prospect usual suspects…The gossip word on the streets This nigga Ja Rule is a problem and runs with more shooters than robin Favorite gun is the lockin and got more beef than New York, Boston I.N.C. got the U.S.O. and time served the south turned turn back the time Mullah who the nigga who the nigga but still I know I got it like that Like For real but that didn’t stop the public from giving me hell and I wont stop continuously pressuring them so any nigga that jumped shift can jump back in Because… [Chorus] you abandoned me you abandoned me Hell no I ain't mad at cha.

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