JUVENILE lyrics - Tha G-Code

March Nigga Step

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[Juvenile [Verse 1]] You live that life... slangin' that iron off tha porch When a nigga blow... you hit him up with tha torch You got confidence... you got your chest buffed out If you buy a Lex... you got your shit clutched out Niggas know your name... 'cause they done heard it in tha pen Niggas know your face... 'cause of tha places you done ben Your family straight... is that goin' for somethin' You got your lil' man with ya... he ain't askin' for nothin' Get rid of these roaches... you got a Cash Money toaster Ready for war... you got that iron in your holster Full of that fire... black magic on your tires You keep all of your hoes 'cause you a liar You're swolled up... you just come home from doin' sticks You done blowed up... and you already got them bricks If they try ta jack... is you gon' put 'em in they place When you cock your shit... is you gon' hit 'em in they face [Chorus] Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step Play if me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step Grab your 223's, and you march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step [Verse 2] You full of that liquor... you just met a little freak And you're ready to hit her... up in the corner, and it's sweet You're feelin' good... you're makin' money out the ass Up in your neighborhood... you 'bout ta go buy you a Jag You're quittin' the game... everything is gravy Cuz ya made a little change... from bustin' them niggas' brains Ya like how ya live... you got everything ya need Up inside of your crib... like Hennesy and weed You're runnin' with killers... you got that green shit with ya You're slingin' them pillas... you don't know nothin' but guerrillas You got television... up in your Lexus and your Benz You can go and get 'em... showin' off in twenty-inch rims 'Bout 187... you put a finish to your beef With them MAC-11's... while your suckin' your gold teeth You accept your lick... look, you protect it like a man When you got that iron... is you gon' slang what's in yo' hand [Chorus] Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, we gon' march nigga step Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step Grab your 223's, and march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, we gon' march nigga step Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step Grab your 223's, and you march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step [Verse 3] You full of some diamonds... you got your Rolie iced out You're steadily shinin'... you livin' in a nice house You gon' put your girl... up on tha next thing smokin' If she think you're jokin'... is she gon' get a quick chokin' You could take a trip... to tha Bahamas if you want You could turn a trick... with lil' momma if ya want You ain't worried 'bout nothin'... tha game been good to you So you done retired from hustlin'... or is ya still doin' somethin' You tired of them laws... tryin' ta take niggas ta jail You tired of them boys... cuz you got money for your bail You got a reputation... cuz you be bustin' them heads Niggas be infiltratin'... tryin' ta give you up to tha Feds You eat tha best of shit... and be ballin' at breakfast-s Tattoos all on your stomach and on your neck and shit You 'bout ridin' up in tha best of shit, and them new Lexus-s You got nothin' but diamonds up in your necklaces [Chorus] Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step Grab your 223's, and march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, and march nigga step Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step Bring your 223's, and march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, and march nigga step Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step [Juvenile] Bring your MAC-11, and march nigga step Bring your AK, march nigga step Bring your MAC-90, march nigga step Call my nigga, Baby, ta march nigga step Call my nigga, Weezy, ta march nigga step Call my nigga, Turk, ta march nigga step Call my nigga, Geezy, ta march nigga step Call my nigga, Mannie, ta march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step Play with tha CMB, you gon' march nigga step March nigga step [Mannie Fresh talking] In tha year 2000 March nigga step Get tha fuck on

Six Fo'

JOELL ORTIZ "Human"
Put this mothafucka in neutral and let it roll This sounds best in the car Vocal calisthenics, let me flex on the bars Ain't even gotta try to tell everybody bye You could pull up any verse and never dip on the high Why am I still considered the head honcho? Fire flows turn all them designer clothes into red ponchos Paragraphs disperse lead pronto Bring you to your knees slow like Tebow watchin' the Jets-Broncos Look at what my thoughts bring These up and comers like the first day of summer, they my offspring Feels like an undercover boss thing Oh my godly pace forces me to hardly race, I'm New York's king These words runnin' 'round in my head I slow 'em down and connect 'em underground 'til y'all dead They said if you rap too good, you'll never make a profit Tell that to these bank tellers when I make deposits Tell that to the flight attendant when the plane departin' And tell your bitch get off my dick like Lorena Bobbitt This ain't no movie that I play a part in It's real life and I'm nice in the punch-you-in-the-face department Writin' hand too strong, you gotta break your arm and To try to be in conversations that my name's involved in I'm best of friends with Eminem, Dr. Dre and all them Gang members, Yelawolf, Paul, Tracy and all them I would play the park bench with a crazy Walkman Listenin' straight, no rewind button Flip the tape, fast forward just to rewind somethin' Fast forward, I'm flippin' tapes, look at me, I'm frontin' They said I'd never make it Rikers Island just knew they'd be makin' bed arrangements One of them bullets just knew they would hit my chest and cave it I'm wanted, better face it I'm Dufresne, I've been through a lot of shit, but better I 'scaped it I'm from a world full of run-up-in-your-spot robbers No carpentry class kinda ox carvers On the block with a Glock and rock joggers And nobody saw nothin', you got shot for bein' a blogger Look what all these hard bars did for me Nice guys finish last, I gotta disagree This spittin' spree keeps me at the dealership Like I fuck nothin' but virgins, every year I'm in a different V While these rappers got a kick out of mimicry My raps felt like blackbelts in the 6th degree I roundhouse anyone who tryna trade rounds With the House and house rounds in any battle, nigga, this is me I get it poppin', it's the Papi Chulo Pop into this spot, pop bottles then pop out with your mami culo Just fucked a pop star but promised to never let you know I'm tellin' you though, she look like she on Telemundo I don't care if she faked it all day Right after I nut, I said I came a long way From coppin' new Js in Dr. Jays on Broadway To stylists at the Grammys, watchin' plays on Broadway To the private invite from playwrights, guess I played it right Is y'all Mayweather or Mike, is you gon' take the fight? I'm just tryna get in shape to hit the weigh in like Skip this press conference, less nonsense, nigga say goodnight I took an oath to never let my fans down First rapper to man up'll be a man down Skinny, chubby, fat, 5'6" tall Line 'em up, I got a coffin that's one-size-fits-all This pen is what kept me out the pens, but how you act depends If a life sentence pens for pennin' your end My wrist swings like a pendulum for perfect penmanship Been there, oh my empire's dependent again

Air It Out

JADAKISS "Kiss Of Death"
first things first when a nigga money ain’t right that makes things worst now he's just breathing he can barely manage and he's way past starvin he's really famished his right-hand man is up north, that's hurtin em his cellphone bout to cut off, spring jerkin em and his baby moms startin to do her thing again she left him for a nigga pumpin e up in Bengaltin if his money is right than maybe he can diss her but he can't, and niggas is breakin his little sister his pops just past his mom use to be an occasional sniffer then she started fuckin with the gas dude use to be a star back then he had the benz CL something but he just turned his car back in mad carrots pawned all his rings took this thing next thing I know money pawned all his bling now he just like everybody with the same old plans that can’t get over the hump with the same old grams they was on the block making fun of him he slid came back with his hammer and killed everyone of em Hook: Cuase when I come through clear it out, play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out Cuase when I come through clear it out, play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out Cuase when I come through clear it out, play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When i come through clear it out play the sideline and observe me and B.I go man to man I know niggas with an asshole full of parol that go hand in hand fuck hot thats huminity and you can’t mix money with stupidity even though I get my coke from Columbia my cars from Germany and my guns from Sicily nothin personal but I was raised different hold my joint sideways so I blaze different give it to anybody fuck an age difference from those in the world to those in the ca**** rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp at the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ it ain’t about being lyrical cause when I get in the booth I make miracles and I ain’t stared at you but I’m in tune with the hood so I’m better than you and when you see me comin you know what is better to do Hook: Cuase when I come through clear it out, play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out 4Xs can’t lie all I got is my balls and my vocals and the only security I roll wit is my social It don’t look decent it’s like niggas left they crew in the hood and went on the rode with the presint had it up to here with this fake shit they don’t even want a nigga to earn his just give and take shit just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets and make sure you mention your name as the top faggot trust me this go around I will not have it I putin niggas heads to bed like crapmadics how you think your man died more money than respect and it wasn’t close it was by a landslide listen my nigga your work is sloppy and I don’t love them hoes but the purple got me if I don’t don’t do it with music imma do it wit poppy just play the sideline and observe and watch me let’s go Hook:

It's Hot (Some Like It Hot)

JAY-Z "Vol. 3... Life And Times Of S. Carter"
[Jay-Z] Can't stop it nigga, uh Mm-hmm, uh-huh, can't stop that Timbaland uh-huh.. Jigga Man uh-huh Yeah.. Brook, Brook-Brooklyn huh That's right Put your motherfuckin hands together, uh-huh Put your motherfuckin hands together Yo, can't stop it Yo.. Yo show closer, J-to-the-A-Y-Hovah Place shutter down, who the fuck'll fuck around Game spitter, Range sitter, Bentley driver nigga Keep a full clip I have to empty out on niggaz Hoe bagger, no slacker, get this shit jumpin like eight blacks, fo' crackers, get yo' ass jumped Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga Gat buster, ass toucher.. clit licker Go against Jigga yo' ass is dense I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 Cents Hot shit, kick a nigga, turn these mics out My jewelry so bright you can turn these lights out Hovah's like Noah keep two in the truck I'm like U-Haul; every bitch move when I fuck You move slut, I gotta put two in your butt I'm everything: the when's, why's, who's, and what Nigga what [Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X w/ minor variations)] Hell no you can't stop it, when it's hot it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryin to watch the watch When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop [Jay-Z] Seperate myself from the lame, no you can't see me I'm 6-0-0, you 300 C-E Give my ladies dick, my young hoes pee-pee Hits in a row like MJ; 'Hee-hee!' Since I was waist height, late night, bustin in the clouds Runnin wild, comin home late, cussin out my mouth Niggaz said, 'Bryan leave your cousin in the house' Everytime we play the Dozen, he's buggin out While y'all was playin yo-yo, I was sittin on low pros Dippin the po-po, gettin that dough-dough No, no I ain't stupid I take loot kid What's in the bank Shoot it Lose it like I ain't do it You wanna play Jigga nigga what you drank fluid Got a full tank now you wanna pull rank I clap still, act ill, Jigga shoot thee Give you chest pains, leg sprains absolutely What [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Thirty-eight revolve like the sun round the Earth Try to play hard get you found round the dirt Six shell casings found round your shirt {*cyring*} in surround sound from the hearse Jigga Man, trigger man, hit your man up Six shots, hit the pole, hit the van up Kidnap grown folks get them grands up Timbaland, hot shit, get them hands up [Chorus 2X]

Exhibit C

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
When I was sleeping on the train Sleeping on Meserole Ave out in the rain Without even a single slice of pizza to my name Too proud to beg for change masterin' the pain When New York niggas was calling southern rappers lame But then jackin' our slang I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring The voice of a angel tellin' me my name Tellin' me that one day I'm a be a great man Transformin' with the MegatronDon spittin' out flames Eatin' wack rappers alive shittin' out chains I ain't believe it then, nigga I was homeless Fightin', shootin' dice, smokin' weed on the corners Tryna find the meaning of life in a Corona Till the Five Percenters rolled up on a nigga and informed him "You either build or destroy, where you come from?" "The Magnolia projects in the 3rd Ward slum" "Hmm, it's quite amazing that you rhyme how you do And that you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru" Question 14, Muslim lesson 2: Dip diver, civilize a 85er I make the devil hit his knees and say the Our Father Abracadabra! You rockin' with the true and livin' Shout out to Lights Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens, Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond While y'all debated who the truth was like Jews and Christians I was on Cecil B, Broad Street, Master, North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker 6 Mile, 7 Mile, Hartwell, Gratiot Where niggas really would pack a U-Haul truck up Put the high beams on Drive up on the curb at a barbecue and hop up out the back like "what's up" "Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, buss up" That's why when you talk that tough talk I never feel ya You sound real good and you play the part well But the energy you givin' off is so unfamiliar I don't feel ya Nas hit me up on the phone said "what you waitin on" Tip hit me up with a Twit said "what you waitin on" Diddy send a text every hour on the dot sayin "when you gon drop that verse nigga you takin long" So now I'm back spittin that He could pass a polygraph That Reverend Run rockin Addidas out on Hollis Ave That F.O.I., Marcus Garvey, Nikki Tesla I shock you like a eel, electric feel, Jay Electra They call me Jay Electronica Fuck that, call me Jay ElecHannukah Jay ElecYarmulke Jay ElectRamadan Muhammad Asalama'Aleykum Rasul'Allah subhana wa ta'Allah through your monitor My uzi still weigh a ton, check the barometer I'm hotter then the mothafuckin' sun, check the thermometer I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man My momma told me "never throw a stone and hide your hand" I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans That's why the people got my back like the Verizon man I play the back and fade to black and then devise a plan Out in London, smokin', vibin' while I ride the tram Givin' out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs, And, by the time they get they seats hot, And deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops, I'm chillin' out at Tweetstock, Building by the millions, My light is brilliant

Murder

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Intro] Oh yeah, it's him again! {"Joell Ortiz"} Y'all know the voice [Chorus: Gangstarr sample] Always bless you with a new joint, shit you never heard I need a place to lay low bro, cause this one is murder [Joell Ortiz] Check; cool as a fan, fresh as a new leather The new member in an argument of who's better The cool cheddar keep it New Yorican In a hoopty gettin brain from a chain on the Major Deegan The haters speakin, never mind playa The block ex-crack dime shaver turned best rhyme sayer The candy chewer, Laffy Taffy over Life Saver The orgasm every time, that's what the pipe gave her The gutter dweller, never nice neighbors The sour mixin with the Jack Daniel's to give it nice flavor The back in the days type gamer The used to hate Super Nintendo nigga that used to like Sega The clawed his way in the door rapper that's like Vega Never killed nobody, in that booth he's such a life taker The every other night somebody else's wife scraper The nigga makin veterans look like a 9th grader [Interlude] You goddamn right I'm that nigga {"Joell Ortiz"} [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz] Uhh, the talk of the town, clown when we in the party Karaoke sing on the low but yo don't tell nobody The never had nothin, now he doin hella cocky The haters vomit from the smell of papi The low caesar with the sharp parts That might fiend on the scene with sixteens gettin green like a golf cart The beef lookin at the rest of y'all like Pop-Tarts Verses got y'all frownin up y'all faces like my mom's farts The N.Y. repper, don't dare side-stepper The casual dresser, low whites, light sweater The bike revver on a summer day The give the DJ so much heat they don't know which one to play! The E-1 gunner, used to be up under Trey Finna drop crack and not look back like a runaway The have fun every time he in the booth spitter The take on anybody, old nigga, new nigga [Interlude] Y'all think it's a game? I ain't playin! {"Joell Ortiz"} [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz] Uhh, the truth in the purest form The frontliner, first nigga to shoot when the war is on The hop on your beat and cruise like the Autobahn and force radio to play my version of all the songs The diddy bopper in the city proper The walk up in the strip club and throw it up like a shitty vodka The used to be a butt man turned titty clocker The hop up in the bed and beat it up kitty boxer Okay, the occasional kitty licker Only if her box is the shit, kitty litter The good swimmer, Caribbean beach feet dipper The Rican whale size of three Flippers The flow stronger than the current in the winter in the East River The poker player, top pan with the mean kicker The hip-hop light, when it was in its darkest hour The can't do a song without at least one YAOWA [Interlude] This ain't gon' stop brother, heh {"Joell Ortiz"} {"Statik Selektah!"} [Chorus]

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