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JUVENILE lyrics - Tha G-Code

Never Had Shit

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[Juvenile] That's right, Cash Money done took over this shit, motherfuckers. Y'all don't know how ta do it. I'ma show ya how I live. (Number-one stunters.) Peep this shit out, lil' one: (This is how the fuck we do it, boy) [Juvenile] My pockets flooded with money like it been rainin' for months Put Jackie Chan outta business, tha way that I live stunt Man, I'll spend fifty G's on just a chair and a sofa Got tired of all that drivin' so I got me a chauffeur Gettin' head watchin' TV on tha block of Magnolia Give tha kids twenty dollars when I open my door My grill like marble floors, was workin' with four After we score, I laid there and got me six more Now my body needs ta be treated, I'm 'bout to get weak Full of that shit, gon' kill that man, he got me hungry and greedy They call my watch tha North Pole cuz it's flooded with ice It's a bitch in tha day, a motherfucker at night If somebody get my jewelry they'll be set for life Buy a house before tha wedding, and a ring for tha wife Money ain't shit ta me because I'm young and I'm blessed I don't carry no cash; it's credit cards, or checks [Chorus 4x [Juvenile]] Actin' like a nigga that ain't never had shit Lookin' through my ben, sayin', 'There's some asses.' [Baby] Nigga, I stretched tha Rover, stopped playin' with these hoes Got a hundred on my left, fifty on tha wrist, ho [B.G.] Fuck, I be shinin' from tha clothes, cars, jewelry Got seven-year-old children wanna grow up to be like me [Baby] Niggas pullin' up, drivin' off tha showroom floor Got a mouth full of gold so I can boot these hoes [B.G.] Somebody asked me tha time, I just had ta look back Showed them tha biggettes on my watch and said how I could see that [Baby] Got trillion cut earrings so I can blind these hoes I'm tha number-one stunter fuckin' rap-hoes (rap-hoes) [B.G.] Stun'n is a way of livin', ya fuckin' with my clique Try ta pay tha dealership that sell tha shit that don't exist [Baby] I got all my hoes ridin' Lexus Coupe two-door Put tha Cadillac up, it was movin' too slow [B.G.] We Cash Money stunters runnin' long as tha street You wan' verify our cash, go ask First NBC, nigga [Chorus 4x] [Turk] Look, look Bitches... say I stunt too much It's o... k cuz I can back it up Know you gon'.. let me.. do what I do Rock my Rolie, ride drop-tops, too 'Til tha day I die, I'm gon' shine Drive top-of-tha-line Pop bottles of wine Break bread with my cliquer niggas... niggas Toss hoes, take naked pictures... pictures Rap, hustle, get paid, nigga... nigga Try not to get a big head, nigga... nigga Look, you like my watch, ha You like my ring, ha You like tha way it look and how it bling bling, ha I got so many karats, I could feed ten rabbits Got so much ice, cool me down when I wear it Every nigga in my clique... bubble and glide Every nigga in my clique... sittin' low and high [Chorus 4x]

Send Him Our Love

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 3: For Better Or For Worse"
[Intro - Stack Bundles - w/ ad libs] Listen, if you listen to this it's evidence you tryin to figure out if I'm dude (word, uh huh) Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude (word, uh huh) Or maybe you one of the few that disagree with me And got your own views about who's really that dude Well (uh huh), the South movement got ten months left (ten months left) And come Valentine's Day the game will merge to the West (uh huh) And I feel it's absurd that the East is the sellin the less (uh huh) Screamin 'New York. New York', the pioneers supposed to be the best (uh huh) You blame it on the vets for our current state of the game (uh huh) They won't retire, so the generation just remain the same (uh huh) A bunch of oppurtunists that was givin oppurtunity (uh huh) To make a difference in music but gave no oppurtunity (uh huh) Nothin new or fresh, it's just the same ass sound (uh huh) Same old producers, with the same ass sound (uh huh) Up and comin artists got identity crisis (uh huh) Cause whenever you you, the labels turn you away (uh huh) But when you me you think of a way To cast the criticism aside get on a track, say what the fuck you wanna say (uh huh) The radio's goin to play, whatever the listeners say they should And not what the listeners say they should (uh huh), indeeed they should Indeed I should, SMACK a few niggaz like Suge! (uh huh) But then there they'll blackball me And that's a long story (uh huh), no crossover so I wrote the (Crossover) But if the album sell out, I'd be considered a sellout The fans keep askin 'when's the album goin to come out?' Ask your local execs, I'm out [DJ On Point - talking (echo)] We call this one Send Him Our Love Rest in peace to Stack Bundles [Chorus 1 - Sample from "Send Her My Love" by Journey] I still recall A sad cafe How it hurt so bad to see her cry I didn't want to say goodbye [Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus] Uh I know you up there doin it big (DJ ON POINT) [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Look, what up Ray? Was speechless, I ain't know what to say Got the call like at 8 AM, with Nate sayin (what?) You had passed away, I'm like why niggaz stay playin? Your myspace page playin, it started my day achin (OH!) It hit me like a tumor, felt like it was too soon to Thought it was a rumor, until it wasn't a rumor Can't believe that it's over (what?) But if God called you, I ain't even mad at him, he must of needed a soldier (yeah) I was like your mentor, you was like my friend, nah When I seen you, I would treat you like my kin and more (yo) We used to scream 'fuck these niggaz!' like Tim Dog (fuck these niggaz, like Tim Dog) You was the only rap nigga (only rap nigga), I would fend for (oh) Was fiendin for beats, stuck between your dream and the streets You just wanted to be seen as elite Cause you loved Far Rock like I love Jersey, so I feel ya (what?) But love somethin too much, guarantee it'll kill ya For real a (OH!) [Chorus 2 - Sample from "Send Her My Love" by Journey] Send him my love, memories remain Send him my love Roses never fade Send him my love, memories remain Send him my, send him my love [Joe Budden - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs] Know what I mean? I remember we was in the studio doin Doin (You Know What'll Happen) (you know what'll happen) It was me, you and Cau You told me to keep my verses sixteen I said 'you know I can't do that!' I went ahead and gave 'em mad bars, you was mad as fuck You went and tried to stretch your shit out, I wasn't havin it though nigga (It, it's that On Top Music!) [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Look, Riot Squad keep your head up (oh!) Remember we would diss each other on tracks, laugh about it when we met up I'm lookin in your casket, prayin a nigga get up (prayin a nigga get up) For a minute, I couldn't help but think that you was set up (dog) No matter who you are, you got to answer when the Lord callin (Lord callin) I told you go and fuck with Jimmy, that's before (Ballin) (before (Ballin)) Go get your cash right, hard to slow down livin the fast life I just heard you on Flex show last night (congratulations) Like was it old beef or was you gettin stuck up? A line outside your funeral, Ran was really fucked up (Ran was really fucked up) And I was too but the difference is (but the difference is) I was more in awe at the ignorant value of life that livin gets (I talked to 'em) Pulled the burner on you, but you fought that dude (OH!) I read the paper, it said the pigs caught that dude (like yesterday) It's sad another black man, taken by a black hand Wish your last night in the club, we could have saved your last dance God damn! [Chorus 2] [Joe Budden - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs] I remember like I remember we was in Cancun That was my first time out there in Cancun Me and you was rollin together You talkin about 'where the bitches, where the bitches, where the bitches at?' Like nigga I don't know, you supposed to be "The Gorgeous Gangster" Don't ask me nothin, I don't speak no Spanish I love you nigga [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] I know the kids really need you (dog) I keep tellin 'em, Pac wanted to sign you (or) and Big wanted to see you (or) Pun wanted to cypher (or) L wanted you to bring some of that good kush up and get a little higher (oh) Go and help Jam Master J get the crowd hyper (or) Or maybe Freaky Tah switched up and needed a rider (or) Maybe Aaliyah single up there and need a rider Know you and Rick James would set the studio on fire (fire!) You in a better place up there at the pearly gates You could be "The Gorgeous Gangster" and niggaz won't hate (niggaz won't hate) Some niggaz tapped the bottle, pour out a little Hennessy I'm in the clouds, screamin "Squad Up" in your memory (oh) [Chorus 2] [Outro - Joe Budden - talking behind Chorus] I remember when you called me that day, I think you was in Far Rock And you had some bitch in your car and your car broke down And you called me talkin about 'Do I got AAA and shit?' I'm like 'nah, but at least that answer your question' And you like 'what question?' I'm like 'well, I just heard a song of your's talkin about you wanted to know why she won't stay with you And she want go ride with a G' Haha, I love you nigga Uh, and rest in peace

For The Moment

[Verse #1] These ideas are nightmares for white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit him so he socked him back And broke his nose, this house is a broken home There's no control, he just lets his emotions go Come on... [Chorus:] Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me,just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away [Verse #2] Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Only you're unholy, only have one homey Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me But everybody just feels like they can relate I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate Its like kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen? From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to To get their hands on every dime you have They want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal, How the fuck can i raise a little girl? I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! [Chorus] [Verse #3] They say music can alter moods and talk to you But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin' To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs And we can [Chorus] [Chorus Without Beat] [Instrumental]

The Walk In

JAE MILLZ "Dead Presidents 2"
[Intro:] Millzy uh [Verse:] Ok I know I still ain't dropped my album, right? But my account's still extracted and my swag's still actin, call me 50 flights up Like a bachelor, bet your bitch think I'm platinum right? You wonderin why I'm still rappin, right? But my daughter got my hustle game in order And I don't shit bout Pampers but I'm learnin how to wrap em, right? Niggas sales ain't stackin right Your label fucked up, album wasn't packaged right I'm a student of that caine era EPMD Rakim, gold chain era I grew up in that real cocaine era Not this rap game cocaine era Them auyers on Broadway, you always had it If you got it that was when you had to get it This ain't rappin, this is real man's talk from a real mass nigga Fuck your favorite tell him save it, I don't feel that nigga Got some young slimes that'll kill that nigga With his coupe he went stearin and it's real my nigga Money still multiplyin And my nigga still totin iron 'Cause the diamonds on my body still blindin And a nigga might get fancy and we might have to remind him What bullets do to flesh, in your house swagged out End up a bloody mess, leave him stretched, nothing less Mothefuck em! Nah, motherfuck em all I show niggas love, they push my back against the wall And now I'm on it, giving all these kids grown men bars Back on my vintage shit, the flow stone washed, nigga [Outro:] Back on my vintage shit, the flow stone washed DP2

Let Em Have It

E-40 "Federal"
(E-40) I never stayed my ass home I always thought that I was grown In the traffic I was gone you see my head was made of stone Got a problem with me Then feel free muthafucka Don't be talkin under yo breath Cuz that might be the cause of your death Cuz I'ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks main So lets get this shit out in the open I used to like to go from the shoulders get em up, one on ones Now it's a whole different ball game niggas that carry guns A sucka will kill you first, and you will be layin in the hurst Takin a deep ass sleep knowin it wasn't worth Provin you wasn't a punk Niggas don't want to thump Niggas just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunk I met a bitch last week at the Orgen Room Bought her a drink and said whats up on the telly room Just then I felt some trouble kickin in Spotted her X-boyfriend who had just got out the pen Muthafuckas get to baulkin when the liquors talkin Drunk muthafucka step on my toe and kept on walkin I said what's up with ya potna, say excuse me or somethin He turned around looked at me and started mean muggin I guess he thought he pumped fear until I said Nigga don't you know I'll have you touchin everything in here He went for his pistol and didn't know I was strapin Dag nab it, I had to let him have it What type of nigga did he think you was E I know he didn't think that you were some kind of peanut or somethin. He must of been retarded to the fact that you get a thrill out of killin Now tell me somethin' why do muthafuckas wait till that nigga commits himself to realize that a hillside hillbilly is the wrong type of nigga to Fuck with E do you feel me Yeah I feel ya sahob Well lets take it to the next page then Oh you mean that part about the dungeon You Knoowww!!! The next morning, I'm sittin in the dungeon-wonderin Should I be dissed nope I did it in self defense I wasn't twisted, I hadn't even started yet It happened to fast before someone could stop me I wish I had some DANK WEED While I wait out these 24 more hours before I plead Freedom I'm gonna miss ya (I wish I had some dice) Made me some dice out of some water and toilet tissue Now this the part thats fucked up I walks into the dayroom manner room what the fuck I never thought that I would straight make ah The front page of the newspaper Shut up a do wop, shut up a do wop Man they bout to send me up state ah Talking that shit about makin me a muthafuckin faggot I make a shank outta plastic and let a nigga have it That's whats really goin down Cuz when a muthafuckas down for the count You gotta be about it or be without it Cuz what a muthafucka once told me see a mark sleep Leave him sleep in the middle of the street If you can't stand the heat stay up out the kitchen Now I'm still in the county's face Fighting this funky ass 187 case Shoot me a kite that's a good way to mingle I'll be in this bitch eatin' shit on the fuckin shingle Gettin big as a house- bulkin up 400 club waiting for the Mercedes deep roll it up My dream came true after almost 2 years of incareration Now I'm out drinkin brew Havin fun with my folks Lovin' everybody gettin twisted and crackin jokes Huggin anybody cryin I missed every nigga in my click and I ain't lyin We bones out to a party I'm on P-role but what can I say I can't let em know I'm stuck I roast bitches but I'm not a damn peanut Now I'm at the party thought I wasn't Dancin' with the dead niggas fine ass cousin I wonder if she thinkin' my my my The bitch been lovin me ever since Hogan High She had some hard ass cousins that wasn't wit it They went out they way to make sure that I didn't get it But now tricks is for kids silly rabbit I had to let em have Muthafucka! Muthafucka! Mutha-Mutha-Mutha-Muthafucka! Muthafucka! Muthafuck-Muthafucka!

The President's Wife

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Legacy Of Blood"
[VP = Vinnie Paz] [DD = Des Devious] [samples] [VP:] Yeah. Fuck Geo-[blanked out] and what he stand for [DD:] For sendin' my little cousin into the damn war [VP:] What the fuck we on sombody else's land for? [DD:] Murder innocent people for Uncle Sam's law [VP:] Everybody know it's all over oil [DD:] It's all for the greed and the money that ain't for you [VP:] it's off with the head of *blanked out* that ain't loyal [DD:] Off with the head of a snake, he ain't for you [VP:] [blanked out] givin' dollars to the Taliban [DD:] And young Americans dead before they had a fam [VP:] Look, I don't got a beef with the war [DD:] I got a beef with a war mistreatin' the poor [VP:] I got beef with everything that he do [DD:] I got beef with the lies misleading the youth [VP:] And I'm about to take the law in my own hands [DD:] And I'm about to [blanked out] a grown man [VP:] [unintelligible] we should run up at night [DD:] Black masks, black tape, black [blanked out] [VP:] Should we terrorize the city like the summer of Sam? [DD:] Or should we bang this [blanked out] without a plan? [samples] [VP:] We [blanked out] [DD:] And I'm about to run up in this motherfucker and blast [VP:] First things first, cousin, how we get in? [DD:] We could take the janitor for all they gear and they timbs [VP:] e could tell them that we tryin' to raise money for aids [DD:] And we could start the onslaught for all they criminal ways [VP:] Now that we in here, where the fuckin [blanked out]? [DD:] Where my four pound? [VP:] Where my fuckin knife at? My fault, it's right here with the spiked bat [DD:] We dettin' them raw, nobody can fight back [VP:] Probably in the bedroom scared to death [DD:] Gunshots, wait till you see whats next [VP:] Des, kick in the door! if the [blanked out] make a move [blanked out] [DD:] Nigga it's movin, the [blanked out] took a piss on the floor [VP:] [blanked out] ain't gettin' nothing else except a kick in the jaw [DD:] Tell [blanked out] we need more money for poor folks [VP:] And to respect others like the book that Allah wrote [DD:] Nah, nigga, I ain't with that deal [VP:] Oh [blanked out] how it feel? [samples]

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