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JUVENILE lyrics - Tha G-Code

Lil' Boyz

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[Juvenile] Huh... You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot You lil boyz don't wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block Yoy lil boyz ain't ready to go to tha pen You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men You lil boyz better stay in your place You lil boyz ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world You lil boyz had better hit you a lick You lil boyz shouldn't have ta ask another nigga for shit You lil boyz don't even respect your momma You lil boyz don't even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer You lil boyz swear to God it's a game You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name You lil boyz always be makin' a scene You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens [Chorus - Lil' Wayne] Look, you lil boyz better slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds [Baby] You lil boyz better clear tha block 'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop Can't let it slide 'cause these lil boyz ain't right Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps You're outta line if you're playin' with mine Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather Fuckin' with my cheddar B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever But, however, if I could do I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool [Chorus - Lil' Wayne] You lil boyz better ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look [Mannie Fresh] Check it out, check it out You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y'all shit You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see You lil boyz know y'all time is up You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck You lil boyz kinda like had '99 But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it's mine You lil boyz need ta ?? with y'all's friends You lil boyz really women with paws like mens You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns [Lil' Wayne] Look, look, When.. I.. ride.. dog Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog 'Cause I'm about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog Bahdi-by-by Get it.. right, nigga They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga Look, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid Keep sprayin'.. tha MAC-11.. burst Hit 'em where it.. hurts I'ma shoot.. first Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!) Blood all over tha place Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place It's Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down [Chorus - Lil' Wayne] Look, look, 'Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds [Lil' Wayne] Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down What

Unseen World Pt. Ii

Danja Mowf "Word of Mowf"
[Lonnie B] See, we still unseen, know what I'm saying? Still unseen, and since you still looking We're gonna bring it [Danja Mowf] Yo, the mistake that is made many times that which aches in my mind Is when fakes try to rhyme and they take petty lines To put stakes against mine but I breaks them like spines Cause I make plenty rhymes that are dimes I'm often misunderstood cause I never soften, would You look as good in a coffin, should You think twice or thrice your lady Was on my knot getting hot in a shady spot Screaming Give me what you got Don't stop get it get it, when I hit it hit it Shit it's hard being me Did it did it occur that you ain't seeing me? Quit it quit it, give up the mic device B Cause you'll never be as nice as me, G, forget it I lit it like GE cause me-ee be-ee The-ee D-ee A-N-J-A M-O-W-F, ee hee You crack me up like Hump-deehee Dump-deehee Just for thinking you can see me [Speedis Toine] How should I attack this? Me the cool cat like Ratcliff For all the MC's who act as if I won't flip them on a cactus Point me towards the mattress I make your career go backwards like a dyslexic actress You shouldn't try to attack this, I use you MC's for practice While I greet you back with Something that your front took straight up that just been ate up While you went to sleep seems you couldn't wait up Kill you again and again, can't stop or won't stop Til I squeeze your body into a dot Very rarely do I break up the work you can't make up Stains so strong Bounty couldn't take up, so wake up Imagine over 100 dinosaurs attacking you That's my crew, straight from the VA zoo Keep your head up or be ready to die Yours truly, SupaFriendz franchise, oops, we caught you by suprise [Mad Skillz] While you niggas get upset, I'm a get to the point It's me, the nigga that slayed E on the vowel joint And a thousand attempts have been made to stop this The niggas who talk shit and got sit, I'm a fill your 40 bottles with hot piss Against the grain the ?Paraquan? is insane Shorty, you the aft, I'm in the cockpit of the plane I'm running through niggas, verbal abuse to do niggas Split one nigga's opinion and have him thinking like two niggas A rhyming nightmare for all you dreamers You want to fall? I'm on top of the game like an arena I got your bitch on me attack this While your wack ass swole at home fucking the hole in your mattress The fact is that you ought to know the half My staff's better, we bag the cheddar like Kraft So fuck yapping, I specialize in MC slapping I give a fuck about these noncircumsized niggas rapping If words had actions, mine would be crazy And yours would make about as much noise as a stillborn baby So put it back in the womb nigga and remix it See the shit is coming straight so you ain't got to get it twisted I'm dead aim, so fuck being a target Son you wouldn't blow up if you was giving head on the Top floor of the fucking Stock Market So flip your jibs and dodge your bids I'm trying to get my ends to meet, fuck, and have some kids [MynBenda] Your preceptual attributes seem odd In my face you'll see the indescribable beauty of God I slay rappers in the euthanasia Beauty of the Next is swift paragraphs is infectious Like the menegitis mind of conceptual inventions That only hold murderous intentions I shine in the Nimbus, touch entities which leaves MC's Stuck in between parenthesis cause my Frequency consumes attitives from 50 year old secrecy rooms I got the Spielberg, the ill-berg, the real words That actually baffles and kills nerds And halts and brain falls new days Cause I walk in the image of the one you praise I'm labeled as the unconcievable Or absolutely, completely, utterly unbelievable [Javon] I write horrific, rotate my journals like Polaris Murder messiah, upon grave death I cherish Guard the barracks like L's, so who you swearing at? Set to lead a nation of terrorists like Everfrag When described my voice travels through liquid interludes Decapitating apostles in cerimonal underground duels Child the greater, ever after war is fatal Air strike tiger force, marine the ocean naval Take a wiff of this contagious, Mt. Olympus Digest the flesh of rappers like I'm poetically carniverous Conquest built on starting crusades and riots Putting yellow journalists under pressure to keep quiet About the crew with this treacherous sound in this orbit We move forward with unauthorized severe orphans Javon the black emperor, let the poison be administered Then watch your body mathematically like integer No way of escaping the deaths and graphs of harm Sign your Biblical will with dead angel arms [Lil' Rock] I'm put on the Earth route to do things, known by two names The voter Lil' Rock, yo let's start a new game I'm a throw docks at the clowns with quarter moon fame Get attached to the minor shit we gonna shoot game Sharpshooter, smooth aim, can flash two flames You play niggas fuck around and get hung by fat shoestrings Bottle with a hat and a cane like Bruce Wayne See it coming to a nigga, and my crew insane Me and Shawnie Poo swing, gin and juice who swings And they thing we all about that weed I got a plan to make some grands in the southern pot lands And it's said for all to see If we was teams you would forfeit Took a long road with Tims and walked it Rap rules I absorbed it and still get high Colnel Strong the main target is to reach the organ with some Flavors that be distorted, if they real inside, so take heed And bring your punk ass to Justice League It ain't going to be no warm welcome me [Lonnie B] I dedicate this to those who ask me Lonnie, when your shit going to drop? In a minute, yeah, it's time for me to get my props And blow the spot up, niggas making loot hold your knot up My friends be super like the cat (Don Dada) I ain't scared of no man, you want it you can get it We can battle on the phone, your girl got my digits What? I'm a player with more game than your Sega Had your girl shaking like a hustler's pager when I ate her Banged her from the back, bust one off on her butt cheeks She went and told her friends now they all want to fuck me From the cute to the ugly, skinny to the chubby These seven inches they like the way I work it, money I'm on top of the world like Da Brat and I'm SoSo Def That I should use a hearing aid for my logo Y'all get the photo, and now you're too slow, yo (Woop woop) That's the sound of the po po I'm 5 foot 10, 200 lb's Known citywide from Holland Park to Belle Mead Been rapping 10 years, ain't shit y'all can tell me Bagged so many dimes I should stop rapping and sell weed

Uni-4-Orm

CANIBUS "Introduction"
[Canibus] I pulverize MC's and blow up mics From street corner cyphers to international web sites I'll run up on you and set it for no reason My flows are like body-blows that cause internal bleeding Cause I'm the baddest motherfucker, above average With alien deoxyribonucleic acid A blood spore, with meatphors of all sorts So fly I need a pass port just to walk [Ruck] What the deal, baby? I'll set it off while my people beat you upside the head With lead from my desert eagle Fuck how people treat you, Ain't got no time for your feelings On tracks I'm revealin the facts that be concealed in A book, cause most black niggas don't read Got me thinking bout my sister and my new-born seed See this world is filled with idiots (What are you, and idiot?) Illiterate, inconsiderate, motherfuckers that's kickin the illest shit [Ras Kass] I'll let two-thirds of this nigga that's water evaporate Then I want Jesus Christ to evacuate Fuck pullin a nigga's card I want the deck and the dealer Global monotomy, sodomoy is my commodity I see one bitch-ass nigga Then my head blow like the Oddities You emtpy T.V., I empty MC (Nigga) Record industry rule numers one, two, and three Jews run it, Niggas run around in it, Believe me Break: Rock (), Ras Kass [], Ruck {}, all (Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) [Nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here] {You a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here} So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air [Rock] Ya'll must think I'm stupid, But I know my shit Just dollar smoke that makes me wonder like that robot bitch Yo, watch this Got this locked, try for the key, You get popped in the face like you're throwin fries up in hot greese Rockness rips straight through toys Got rappers jumpin through windshields like they Duke Boys I told ya, this east-west is bullfit like a Pablo's Philly's wherever I go until I blow trial, yo [Canibus] Canibus remains undisputed, but never rooted I'm strong enough to throw a bullet faster than a gun can shoot it So if you try to battle me face-to-face, I'll bring your career to a stop quicker than anti-lock brakes Look (look) inside the mind of a animal That'll beat you to death with a bar of soap wrapped in a towel And while you niggas is babblin, My lyrics is travelin Like a javelin To stab you in the abdomen Chorus: Rock (), Ras Kass [], Ruck {}, all (Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) [Nah, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here] {You a idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here} So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air (Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) [You see, hip-hop belongs to us niggas right here] {You stupid, hip-hop's your heart over here} So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air [Ruck] Who want beef from vegetarian? When we thump, your knees bump like a Kerrigan The veteran, better than sick crews Take your medicine, I can vic you From the crib'll let him in Keep your locks on Son, I think the plot's on (With who?) With the baby girl, yo, the bitch said her pop's gone (For real?) Proceed to creep, du There's no need to sleep, du, I'm nocturnal Don't care about my where abouts, nigga, it don't concern you [Ras Kass] I got nigga's heads dividin faster than nerds at a calculus convention See I school niggas, then I after-school niggas like detention It's a chinch to bag bitches now But I remember they was dissin when I was broke, I was good for nothing But now I'm good for nuttin down them bitche's throats (Uh-huh) Like Rock say (You'll get the bobway...) So just say when You got anything to get off your chest besides yo chin This nigga spit like I was teething Fuckin up more human beings than Europeans [Rock] Dutch boy, guard yo leg like I'm Barkley Don't start me, I'll pull Sparsky, He'll rip apart three of you in a heart beat In the dark we see like owls, bats, vampires In a large tree Ready to snipe that ass at warp speed Launch torpedos MC's know what they weak flows We float and bounce on tracks like a goddamn speed boat So slow yo ass down, no doubt Don't be hasty, face me Or you'll be jettin diesel, Bench-pressin daisys Chorus (X2)

Bad Boyz

SHYNE "Shyne"
Bad Boyz feat. Barrington Levy [Shyne] Now tell me who want to fuck with us? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I bang - and let your fuckin brains hang, snitches Fuck Marla Maple bitches with riches who carry 22's, up in they hosiery A black teller when my father bust and unloaded me Think he just finished sniffin a ki, and dippin the D's Don't hate me, hate Nicky Barnes for hittin my moms Letting the condom pop, nigga I was born in the drop Coke boil in the pot, shake the Feds and bust shots at them street cops Fuck yo' point is? My point is double fours at your fuckin jaws Pointed, hollow point shit Four-point-six, need I say more? Or do you get the point bitch? C'mon What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz) Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot .. [Shyne] Minks draggin on the floor - bangin on your whore Suckin the croissant just examine it for flaws Pour the Cristal on the way to trial, RICO law got a nigga head hurtin squirtin til they pull the curtain Let the money drip dry, hundred dollar bills wipe the tears from my eyes, no love Fuck y'all niggaz, hope you die a slow death as I coke-test and see the lawyers talk of protest Can't fuck with you weak rap niggaz, witcha gay raps Runnin 'round talkin this and talkin that See me in the streets, tried to give me dap Andrew Cunanan ass niggaz My two cannons blast niggaz, ass niggaz Got me fucked up in the game, get your shirt stained Keep your five mics nigga, give me the 'caine Do the shit to clean my money dummies, gleamed the wrist out Cop the pist-al, nigga, talk shit now, uh What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz) Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot .. [Shyne] Bling bling, it's a Bad Boy thing Bullets heat-seekin, streep sweepin, with an evil grin Watch you die, one love, one life, one Shyne Y'all niggaz ain't sayin nothin, like a mime Every line, I live it, I write it with a pencil so niggaz die of lead poison if they bite it, hate it but recite it It's a G thang, me and Puff in St. Bart's set it off Bitches walkin topless with G-strings, menage' Bust shots at your crew, another charge As the gulf stream fly through the fog Make ya popular Pockets filled with more high notes than the opera Franklins on top of the - Jacksons My nigga Ty leave you tired Bad Boy, repsect it or die, coward What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz) Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoots .. What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? (Bad Boyz) What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? (Bad Boyz) Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot .. [Barrington Levy chats patois to fade]

Lost Ones

J. COLE "Cole World: The Sideline Story"
[Verse 1] Baby girl, I can’t imagine what it’s like for you I got you pregnant now inside there is a life in you I know you wonderin’ if this is gon make me think bout wifing you Like if you had my first child would I spend my whole life with you Now I aint tryna pick a fight with you, I’m tryna talk Now I aint tryna spend the night with you I’m kinda lost see I’ve been giving it some thought lately and frankly I’m feelin’ like we aint ready and it’s… hold up now Let me finish Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself How we gon raise a kid by ourself? Handle biz by ourself A nigga barely over 20, where the hell we gon live? Where am I gon get that money I refuse to bring my boy or my girl in this world When I aint got shit to give ‘em And I’m not with them niggas who be knocking girls up and skate out Girl, you gotta think bout how the options weigh out What's the way out? [Chorus] And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect Then we could make it work but I doubt it And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect Then we could make it work but I doubt it [Verse 2] She said nigga you got the nerve To come up to me talkin’ bout abortion This my body nigga so don’t think you finna force shit See I knew that this is how you act, so typical Said you love me, oh, but now you flipping like reciprocals It figures though, should’ve known that you was just another nigga No different from them other niggas Who be claiming that they love you just to get up in them draws Knowing all the right things to say I let you hit it raw mothafucker Now I’m pregnant you don’t wanna get involved muthafucker Tryna take away a life, is you God mothafucker? I don’t think so This a new life up in my stomach Regardless if I’m your wife This new life here I’mma love it I ain't budging, I’ll do this by my muthafucking self See my momma raised me without no muthafucking help from a man But I still don’t understand how you could say that Did you forget all those conversations that we had way back Bout your father and you told me that you hate that nigga Talkin’ bout he a coward and you so glad that you aint that nigga Cause he left your mamma when she had you and he ain't shit And here you go doin’ the same shit You ain't shit nigga! [Chorus] And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it And boy that shit hurt And aint nobody perfect, still we can make it work but you doubt it Now, I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it And boy that shit hurt And aint nobody perfect, still we can make it work but you doubt it [Verse 3] They say everything happens for a reason And people change like the seasons They grow apart she wanted him to show his heart and say he loved her He spoke the magic words and on the same day he fucked her Now she wide open She put a ring up on his finger if she could But he loved her cause the pussy good But she aint no wife though Uh oh, she tellin’ him she missed her period like typo’s He panicking, froze up like a mannequin A life grows inside her now he asking “is it even mine” What if this bitch aint even pregnant dawg Could she be lying? And she be crying cause he acting distant Like ever since I told you this nigga you acting different And all his niggas saying man these hoes be trapping niggas Playing with niggas emotions like they some action figures Swear they get pregnant for collateral It’s like extortion, man if that bitch really pregnant Tell her get an abortion Uh, but what about your seed nigga? (What about your seed nigga?) And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it

Who Dat?

J. COLE "Cole World: The Sideline Story"
Who dat who dat, the nigga you been waitin 4. I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago. Rappers is bull shittin. Fuck it, I ain't hatin though Cuz Now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satin's hoes. & She cant tell the difference. I been through hell conditions. Wishin for air conditions feelin God was never listenin. Now I'm on television And did I fail to mention? Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission. Speakin of positions? Just witness how I elevated. Real niggas celebrate it, finger-fuck whoever hate it. My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn. But then I redecorated, that means my tables turn. Live life, might as well, only way to learn. Is try and fail clientele the only way to earn. So if you're sellin crack.. or if you're sellin rap. Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on trailin back. [Chorus] Who dat who dat bitch I got the flame [x3] So don't worry bout no muthafuckin name The Mind state of a winner. When you thinkin bout summertime i'm thinkin bout the winter. When you thinkin bout breakfast, I'm heatin up my dinner. I was plottin this moment back when yall was ridin spinners. Now I'm a menace. God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup. Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet. Cloud told me "ain't you roc? well? where the fuck yo chain at?" Guess it's somethin like your girl, nigga it aint came yet. The man make the chain chain dont make the man how many niggas do we know with hella ice but yet they lame the cloth from which we came me and them is not the same Like we all headed to spain, they took the boat I took the plane.Dang That boy sick.Now Hoes on his joystick. Heatin up like may weather dog I'm on that floyyd shyt. Boy stick, to ya day job. Said you was hot but they lied. Is that ya girl? Well I just g'd her/jeter no a rod. [Chorus] [Andre 3000] Now who else wanna fuck with hollywood cole?! The lil engine that could this lil nigga is good rappers claiming they sick I heal niggas for good a couple of yall aint took a field trip to the hood ay me I'm fresh prince I'm will smith to the hood Baby! aint sayin names but we not the same all that money and the fame dont change the fact that u lame might wanna grab you a chain wanna tip up your hat might wanna purchase some game homie your shit is so wack!!! i got my finger on the trigger tell that nigga hold datt boy I'm picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak hey so anything you can do I can do better and you chick you can screw I can get wetter im young black get to live my life on the run! bet ya bottom dollar before I'm done they I'm the oneeeeeee yeah nigga I'm the onee HA!! [Chorus]

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