G-Code - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: G-Code
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
I ain't terrified from nuthin', I'm young, wild, crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me 'cuz I'm coming with a oven by my stomach
I'm scramblin' for the money, tape ya up like a mummy
Call ya people and tell 'em I need 50 for this dummy
I'm runnin', hidin' and duckin', stuntin', ridin' and thuggin'
Dumpin' fire and bustin', lovin', lyin' and lustin'
Stealin', killin' and rapin', runnin', climbin' and chasin'
Strugglin', hustin' to make, get it, got it, I take it

Watch ya Chevy mister move ya purse miss
'Cuz I tote heavy pistols and man, they burst quick
It's too late to hesitate, I was told there'd be better days
But shit that was yesterday and still I haven't ate
But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug
These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood
Can't hide it though, I represent the 17th Carroll ton Holly grove
That's my G-Code

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that

Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that

Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that

We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthols
Got us a fire connect and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it
Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis
Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in

Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie
Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie
Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
Ya either be 'bout it or look and keep truckin'
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that

Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that

If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point to make some more green
Get our stash away from dope fiends
Nigga had a habit, he supplied his own
Always stay hot 'cuz we ride with chrome
We kept a little work for the ki's and bones
Crowds draw heat so we be's alone

We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all around the clock
We hustlin' of course in the gamblin' spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready
Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that

Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that

Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that

Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that

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No Snitchin' - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: No Snitchin'
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello A Valenzano, Bernard James Freeman, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
He needs, he needs
He needs someone to call

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up
Gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
East side, West side, chunk ya deuce up

Plenty niggas get they head turned red for da bread
They start off with da information load it up in ya head
Couldn't hold it so it turned out it's somethin' he said
Wut he tell da Feds he need someone to call

Yeah, your decision was to snitch and they was there to listen
When he told what he know said they barely was trippin'
Less time now da niggas in a better position
Unless you count the fact that the streets know he was snitchin'

He was lookin' at a 30 but he only did 10
How your years turn to months can he tell you dat and
He ain't really gotta answer just the sweat in his hands
Will he make it out to make it, mmm well it depends

Everybody know the info you was tellin' ya friends
Plus the streets know the deals that you made with the pen
Russian Roulette yep nigga bet the barrel will spin
You hear that yea nigga that's the sound of revenge

Walk down the right road 'cuz the streets are so cold
You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it
Listen to da G-Code if you know what I know
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed we dont tolerate snitches

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up
Gangstas, real niggas ballas, trill niggas
East side, West side chunk ya deuce up

If you gon' live that crime life I hope you hold dat 9 tight
You live life like a pussy then dat's probably what you die like
I neva eva loved a sucka them ain't really my type
Rat snakes yea Mayne the game is full of wild-life

Don't wanna do no time right? You wanna live that high life
Like go withdrawal have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight
Enter ya crib see the clouds peepin' through ya skylight
You be a copycat [Incomprehensible] ,'cuz mine right

That's what he told me but I didn't listen
Doin' crime for a dime wasn't my intention
You insane think his name sumin' I will mention
Only snitches need someone to tell

A lot a niggas in the game hustlin' doin' they thing
Usin' codes on the phone with they usual slang
If you know what he know then you won't say a thing
You wouldn't need someone to tell

Careful 'bout the life you lead ain't smart with ya life you plead
The streets will ignite ya T like you ain't got the right to breathe
To choke on da realness reality is what the fake
Don't know how to deal with

Words leak from the teeth but he'll say seal it
Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with
Find a nigga that be hustlin' to make a deal with
But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal with it

Walk down the right road 'cuz the streets are so cold
You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it
Listen to da G-Code if you know what I know
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed we don't tolerate snitches

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up
Gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
East side, West side, chunk ya deuce up

This for the G's street jugglin' move da fire
When you talkin' what you talkin' it ain't through the wire
Police pull you over now they callin' you a liar
You got amnesia don't even know the dude beside ya

You don't know, you ain't sayin', you ain't heard what he said
Told you a closed mouth ain't gon' neva get Fed
Now a open mouth'll get you county instead of the Feds
Some scared niggas speak up so they'll be less in the red

Niggas can't deal with no 95 so they day-to-day budgeters
It's the hustlers that get put away by the customers
Upway you're upstate, niggas use to be southerners
Here the streets make the laws and don't answer the governors

We're the niggas that's too real to even snitch on a snitch
But make a snitch turn to puff with a flick of the wrist
That ain't gon' get in arguments just go get you a clip
And they gon' think about the consequences let 'em repent

Walk down the right road,'cuz the streets is so cold
You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it
Listen to da G-Code if you know what I know
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed we don't tolerate snitches

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up
Gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
East side, West side, chunk ya deuce up
Chunk ya deuce up, chunk ya deuce up

Man hold up you a real nigga
And you ain't got nuthin' to say
When they come question you
Just keep it 100 and go on ahead and
Chunk ya deuce up

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Da Magnolia - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Da Magnolia
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one

Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch
Niggas breakin' up bricks, niggas tryin' ta be rich
Dope ounce get hit, armed 'rilla insists
Somebody wig get split, for ten G's of chips
It's where the Feds'll dip through, enemies get you
Catch you at tha second line, niggas'll flip you
Kids get outta school, they swingin' they fists, too
Jump one of them children and they bringin' they clique, too
L.D. buckin' 'cuz T.C. killin' ain't nothin'

Tha blues try ta hit ya and you had to keep druggin'
On New Year's, tha lights get shut out at six o'clock
Four or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot
Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha crowd, bruh
Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats was sour
Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up, and they have a
Carbine aimed at your dome for some powder
I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer
Get off seventeen, and, nigga, I'ma holla

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one

Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers
Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers

Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?

Is ya ready for it? Better be over-prepared
When ya enter ya see a sign, say, "Soldiers bewarre"
And they be ragged up, twenty-five dollar bagged up
Whole nickel tucked in tha back of his 'Baud cuffs
Well, aware on the route that he's gonna duck
If somebody thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up
If a bitch with him, she better be smart, or tough luck
'Cuz he gon' break and bust, she gon' be fucked up

Mind your business is a code, too, I never told
Ever since a nigga was a million years old
Bein' a ballin? shot caller is tha goal
I'll hospitalize anybody in the roll
To make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there
You'll feel like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare
All these niggas wan' be tip-rats or tha man in charge
With tha AK-47, it'll change you boys

Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers
Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers

Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?

Clique up, load up pistols, mask
Ride through, slow down, jump out, blast
Put ?bout fifty in your ass
Second linin' family scared
Go score, rock it, chop it, serve it
Got a deal for fifty, twurk it
Mission, riches, hittin' switches
Twenty inches, plenty bitches
All day, hustle beaucoup, scuffle

Niggas huddle, AK muffled
Blood in puddles, people scatter
Flying pieces of human matter
Police don't know probly won't know
Unless it?s they shit, they don't know
Keep it quiet, tell nobody
Start no shit and stay in silence
Maintain focus, stay off porches
Watch for roaches, carry toasters

Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers
Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers

Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers
Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers

Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?

Where you goin', motherfucker, where you goin'?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
I know where I'm goin' to tha fuckin' Magnolia
Believe that there, yeah, yeah, yeah
Layin' it down, mm, hmm
Layin' it down, mm, hmm, mm, hmm
To 3000

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two
one

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Up On Things - Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

Title: Up On Things
Album: Street Dreams
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Ken Ifill, John Jackson, Ernesto Shaw, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Yeah
Walk with me west coast
Yeah
It's the coast to coast G on the check in
Yeah ride ride ride

If you ain't up on things
Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game
Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang
Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca

Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka
Then I'm game change a very freaky girl

You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon
You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'
You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'
You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'

But I fuck bitches and get money
My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches
When you get twenties and plug switches
That make you sit funny, I'm a rider

If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me)
(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me)
(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me)
(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me)
(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)

C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down
If I freeze up, its kilos now
Pick trees up its three four pounds
Fill the bees up ?til these bro's drown
I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns
Busta's freeze up when my V slow down
I ease up with these four pounds
Squeeze up to three four rounds
I pick these up its G code now
Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now

I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen
I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans
I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends
White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green

We going to blast if we going I been doing
This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum
Your grandparents has to assume
'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem
(Oh boy!)

If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me)
(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me)
(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)

So my niggas, they get money
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah
And all my bitches, they get money
Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream "Oh yeah"

It's the kid with the D O double G
After blowing three four dubs of trees
My eyes are below double G's
After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me
We'll probably go below publically
I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly
For those who pose to closely backup
Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride
From the north to the south to the east to the west

So my niggas, they get money
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream "Oh yeah"

All my bitches, they get money
Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream "Oh yeah oh yeah"

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Never Had Shit - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Never Had Shit
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron Thomas, Tab Virgil, Brian Williams

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Lyric:
That's right, Cash Money took over this shit, motherfuckers
Y'all don't know how ta do it, I'ma show ya how I live
Peep this shit out, lil' one

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 to me because I'm young and I'm blessed
I don't carry no cash, it?s credit cards, checks

Actin' like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Nigga, I stretched tha Rover, stopped playin' with these hoes
Got a hundred on my left, fifty on tha wrist, ho
Fuck, I be shinin' from tha clothes, cars, jewelry
Got seven-year-old children wan? grow up to be like me

Niggas pullin' up, drivin' off tha showroom floor
Got a mouth full of gold so I can boot these hoes
Somebody asked me tha time, I just had ta look back
Showed them tha baguettes on my watch and say how I could see that

Got trillion cut earrings, so I can blind these hoes
I'm tha number one stunna, fuckin' rap hoes
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

I got all my hoes ridin' Lexus coupe, two door
Put tha Cadillac up, it was movin' too slow
We Cash Money stunnas, money long as tha street
You wan' verify our cash, go ask First NBC, nigga

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Look, look, bitches say, I stunt too much
It's okay '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 clique of 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

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

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Tha Man - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Tha Man
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
I'ma stay thuggin', how I came is how I leave
When I say somethin, best believe that's how it be
Motherfuckers do, yeah, I said it, nigga, I mean it
Bitch was dressed in gangsta and switch, wodie, I seen it

Wannabe Juvy, fuckin' hoes gon' get you caught up
Me, I wear Reeboks and Girbauds, and play it smarter
If them boys spin tha bend, they go, ?Bluckahda? on tha block
I'ma be gettin' somewhere, your ass gonna get shot

You paid 1500, I paid 5999
Got diamonds and Rolexes that shine at tha same time
I ain't scared, but I ain't dumb, and I ain't stupid
I know how ta survive in tha project and how ta do shit

If I hit a hustle, I ain't tellin' tha biz
'Cause tha witness will tell them people who tha murderer is
Your main man 'll put four or five to your wig
Take tha cocaine and throw you off the side of the bridge

Gotta be able to think, gotta know when to move out
Gotta read through the lines, gotta know what these hoes 'bout
Gotta separate your business from your family and friends
Gotta bust a nigga head if he plottin' to do you in

I done did dirt, so I know what's tha consequences
Let my shit burst tryin' ta knock out a nigga dentures
Always PQ to see through these fools
?Cause we do the shit that people see on the news

So, follow me now into a world of stress
Where wodie tryin' ta get it all 'cause he don't settle for less
Ain't satisfied 'til all of his beef is put to rest
Slangin' that iron with a soldier rag on his neck

And credit for they people in case they wanna connect
He ain't hidin', he still ridin'in the 'jects
Ya gotta be willin' to play tha game to its debt
Nigga bang andhit you in your brain, now who next

I be cool at all times and acknowledge when I'm wrong
Shit I went through when tha fans got my game real strong
I'm not tha smartest motherfucker walkin'
But I can tell a fake motherfucker when he talkin'

My daddy always told me, "Boy, don't be a follower
You got a lot of pride, but some you need to swallow up
You keep that attitude, you won't see tomorrow, bruh"
I soak it up, and got better as a hustler

I'm a head buster, a straight up Nolia nigga
Young thugger
Fuck up, I show ya, nigga, that I don't play
Keep a K for protection
With fifty never run without my weapon

I stand out here, tie ducked with bandanas
I show no fear, what'chu 'bout we can handle
I'm real as they came, a untamed guerrilla
'Bout bustin' your brains, whoever be wit'cha

I have no picks; I split your shit
Whoever you with, I'ma split they shit
Ya steal or get stole, wet or get wet
Bust or get bust on, move a chest or lose a chest

Try not to miss when you cock back and shoot
You shoot and miss, then it's all on you
Ain't no game, it's real dog, live or ya die
Real in tha field, dog, ya live or ya die

Even though I'm a lil' bitty nigga
Look, I got big nuts and they hang low, nigga
I ain't scared ta bust
Want beef, let me know, and look, we can tear this bitch up
You or me, me or yougon' bite tha dust

Wuz up, nigga? Wuz up, nigga?
You afraid, go ta church, I ain't scared at all
Lose your head fuck with Turk, 'cause I'm knockin' it off
I wan' keep my hands clean, droppin? some change
Niggas gon' ride for me, niggas that's untamed

Niggas who bang that heroin, or snort that cocaine
Niggas out that project don't mind sprayin' thangs
Fools who that slang that iron for me
(When tha beef start)
When tha beef start
(Be ready to ride for me)
Be ready to ride for me

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Take Them 5 - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Take Them 5
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
I hate to be doin' 5 but 10 even worse
I'ma take it before the district attorney strike worse
Beside he know what I did and they got evidence
And I'm not about to play with them people intelligence

Motherfuckers try to stay, peep me at my residence
Chargin' me for homicide, they say it was negligent
Fuck it, I'ma accept my lick when it come to me
Now let me see how many of these bitches gon' run for me

Shit, my breath funky with a migraine headache
Big pissed off 'cause I know I made a mistake
But that's what I get fuckin' with pussy ass niggaz
And 2 dollar hoes that'll trade you for cash figures

They did that but I got a way to get 'em back
Not with the police though Juve ain't no rat
Nigga tell me shit, I done fallen for the end
And you woulda had that dick look when you'd caught that 10

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

All the money in the world can't even move you
Your lawyers tryin' to fuck you, the judge tryin' to lose you
The district attorney don't give a fuck about y'all
'Cause he gotta run run for office again in the fall

So everything he cross-examine, he tryin' to fuck over
Grudges on his shoulder, tryin' to read his quota
You wastin' ya time boy when you wastin' they time
'Cause they'll start off with a nickel and try and give you a dime

You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin KC
You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin Ducky
Both of my niggaz just cam home from doin' a bit
Both of my niggaz know what incarceration is

Lil' Daddy, you fightin' a war you can't win
You're guilty as charged soon as them people stand up in
So accept ya lick, you got caught with more than a brick
And you ain't gon' see the streets 'til two-thousand and six

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

It's sharks out here boy, niggaz be rattin'
You be up in penitentiary and don't know what happened
Law, you're tellin' me you're wanted for murder and kidknappin'
Short on they information so they lyin' and scrappin'

You don't want to be in jail, that ain't your place
When your child graduate you gon' look her in the face
Tell her lil' wodie out there hustlin' somewhere across the nation
All in the projects, take that probation

Believe it or not, you be up in the cell block
Far away from home where you can't even sell rocks
Bitches ain't on your side like up in the bricks
'Cause once you up in the jail house, they searchin' for that dick

Sco' no, cho' no, I'm single
My man up in jail, I can still mingle
I'm my own woman, fuck who, what or when
My man can't whip me 'cause he doin' ten

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

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Get It Right - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Get It Right
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Christopher Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
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, [Incomprehensible] these bullets that is comin' for me
With my T-shirt and Rees on
'Cuz only God knows what these niggas be's on

Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right
'Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys 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 Boys 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

Listen, listen, listen
Sip it
Cock ta act a fool and make 'em dip it
Chrome MAC diply
Automatic spitty

I'm a Hot Boy, nigga, follow me
Do or die, survive with me
Blow a pound of that broccoli
Hit a block and ya ride with me

Cut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter
Then, Cita, he never walk again
Don't play with them shots again
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, ands, or buts
You could get mad and fuss
Watch your lip, man, you'll touch
I'll pop a clip in and bust

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

Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys 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 Boys 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 know I could get ugly when it come to that
Oh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if ya come for that
I ain't no ho, if in beef I ain't gon' run from that
You got coke, keep it on tha low ?cuz I'll come for that

I keep pistols in my possession 'cuz I stays in shit
I was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with K's and shit
My momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha back
Shot hookie from school, hung on V.L. and sold a lil' crack

Niggas respect me 'cuz they know my nuts be hangin'and swingin'
If my toes get stepped on, I'm click-clackin' and 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

Niggas better get it right and keep it right
?Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys 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 Boys 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 Boys 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 Boys 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

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March Nigga Step - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: March Nigga Step
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Get that shit that get the club started
Get the nigga b'd'd'd'd'd-boom, boom, boom, boom beat down
Do that shit

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 pumped out
Is you ridin' Lex? You got your shit plushed out

Niggas know your name 'cause they done heard it in tha wind
Niggas know your face 'cause of tha places you done been
Your family straight, is that goin' for somethin'?
You got your lil' man with ya, he ain't askin' for nothin'

Get rid of them 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' six
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?

Well, grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, we gon' march nigga step
Play if me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

Grab your 2-23's, and you march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

You're full of that liquor, you just met a little freak
And you're ready to hit her up in the car [unverified]
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 ?cause 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 Hennessey 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' up in twenty inch rims 'bout 187

You put a finish to your beef with them mack-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 your hand?

Well, grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine'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 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine'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 2-23's, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

You full of some diamonds, you got your Rolie iced out
You're steadily shinin', you're 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 retire from hustlin'

Or is ya still doin' somethin'?
You tired of them laws, tryin' ta take niggas ta jail
You tired of them boys, ?cause you got money for your bail
You got a reputation, ?cause you be bustin' them heads

Niggas be infiltratin', tryin' ta give you up to tha Feds
You eat tha best of shit, gon' be ballin' at breakfasts
Tattoos all on your stomach and your neck and shit
You 'bout ridin' up in them vettes and shit, and them new Lexus's
You got nothin' but diamonds in your necklaces

Well, grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine'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 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, and march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

Grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, and march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

Grab your mack-11, march nigga step
Grab your AK, march nigga step
Grab your mack-90, march nigga step

Call my nigga, baby, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, wheezy, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, turky, 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

In tha year 2000, march nigga step
Get tha fuck on

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I Got That Fire - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: I Got That Fire
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Brian Williams

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Lyric:
You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money
Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds
A nigga with tattoos all over his arm
A nigga with a gold grill, diamonds in his charm
A nigga that'll tell your girl, Fuck that nigga
Your givin' me tha pussy, you don't love that nigga
You need a nigga that'll put you in your place
Put that dick on ya at anytime of tha day
A nigga that'll give ya a lil' somethin' if it's right
A nigga that you may not see for three or four nights
A nigga standin' tall like tha Statue of Liberty
A nigga on fire like a match and a cigarette
A nigga that'll take care of his kids if it's his
A nigga that's a handsome lil' son of a bitch
A nigga like me never get tired
You lookin' for a Hot Boy, girl, I got that fire

Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer

Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer

Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer

Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer

Some old ghetto-face, blue-hair, funny-ass lookin' bitch
Was tryin' ta holla at a nigga talkin' some bullshit
I told her, If ya fuck everybody it's all gravy
She didn't say nothin', she stood there lookin' at me crazy
Then she got mad, and called me bitches and motherfuckers
I waited 'til I got by the door, reached back and stuck her
She did what any bitch woulda did, and got the law for me
Talkin' 'bout gonna press charges and get her pa for me
I told him, When I get outta jail, I'ma beat ya awfully
And open up fire at your pa to back him up off of me
All she wanted to do was scream out Juvie
While I hit her from tha back and smack her on tha booty
Bite tha titties, get tha head, break tha bed
Pull off tha rubber and bust a nut on her leg
Some of these hoes be tellin' me, I'm just an admirer
I don't wanna fuck yashit, I got that fire

Shit, I got that fire
Shit, I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer

Baby baby baby
Look, baby girl work it, just don't quit
See I love it when you young ass shake them tits
You lil' vivrant thang
You like Burger King?
Well you can go in and swing on tha Whopper Ding-a-ling
You make me really lump up in tha pants
Every time I see your sexy ass do that dance
And you can tell your friends you know a
Nigga with a dick like a great big cobra
We can bang bang bang all night long
Knock your head against tha bed 'til tha inside's gone
When ya see your sister, tell her, It's alright
She still make my dick BOOM like dynamite
Tell her Tiger Woods but I won't
Eat no pussy 'cause I don't
You wanna nigga that'll fuck ya in tha park in tha grass
You wanna nigga that'll stick a big stick in your ass
That fire

I got that fire
Shit, I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
I got that fire
Shit, I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer

He got that fire
Fresh, he got that fire
Girl, holla at my nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Shit, he got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
B.G., he got that fire
Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Turk, he got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Slim, he got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Wayne, he got that fire
Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Baby, he got that fire
Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Juvie, he got that fire
Girl, holla at this nigga if you want this Oscar Meyer

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Fuck That Nigga - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Fuck That Nigga
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Teruis Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white
We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
We'll tell a nigga 'Fuck ya' and be waitin' outside for him
Bust him up and see how many niggas gon' ride for him

Play the project bricks and watch for the law
Nigga come to my section we goin' to they section and ward
We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin' niggas that be showin' off with they broads

Nigga catch a felony, he takin' his charge
Niggas turnin' state, we rapin' the boy
It's a hard life we livin', they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes for killin', I'll attack like a rhino

Some of the time motherfuckers be off they bases
Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces
But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Stay from 'round here, I tell ya these niggas ain't cool
Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool
We be duckin' off in the hallways and in the cuts
Gettin' the fuck when ATF is pullin' up

People in the projects say, "Them niggas ain't shit"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
You're fuckin' right, that's how it is on the block
Real duck T-shirt, 'Bauds and Reebok's

Camouflage around the neck and the dome
Fucked up attitude totin' a big chrome
Fighting for weed, nigga ain't ever goin' home
Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of [Incomprehensible]

We ain't tryin' ta see the jail house
But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
Know what I'm sayin', lil' daddy
We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
Kick in a nigga door and punish the whole clique

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Come through the hood where ya hang with a K and when I see ya
What I'ma do to ya, I know I wouldn't wanna be ya
Split your head in half, nigga, leave ya stressed in the street
Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet

I play it raw when I'm in beef, I'm a hot boy that's heat
Get it how ya live is how it is where I be
Fuck a nigga's how I feel, no nigga steppin' on my toes
Without feelin' blockah, blockah from four fours

I'm a dog with a gun in my hand I cut loose
You're on the other end of that pistol, it's on you
Get hit up, chopped up, did somethin' awful
Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin

Ain't part of my clique, fuck ya nigga, don't please me
I don't love ya nigga, you're no good, playa
I don't trust ya, nigga
To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust nigga, what

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Ya heard me
Put fifty rounds in that nigga's what'cha do that bitch
Fuck him, ya heard me, fuck his whole clique, nigga
Ya don't like me, I don't like you, nigga

You don't like me that mean you don't like my clique
I don't like you that mean I don't like you
The niggas ya fuck with, the niggas you affiliate with, ya heard me
Any nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga

Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
Fuck all them old bitch ass niggas throwin' bricks [Incomprehensible]
It's real over here, nigga, ya heard me

We got this here and we holdin' this here down
Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, nigga
Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me
Joe Casey, Travey ya heard me, all tha shots, nigga

We comin' through, nigga, we layin' it down, nigga
And we just doin' what we do, keepin' it real

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Guerrilla - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Guerrilla
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
What's up, Juvie? What's happenin', B. Geezy?
I'm chillin', me, I don't like them old bitch ass niggas
I don't like them bitch ass niggas either
They better get tha fuck from 'round here
Rattin' motherfucker

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

I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
I don't even want them niggas hangin' on our block
I don't even want them niggas scorin' out our shop

I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
Man, I don't even want them niggas ridin' down our block
I don't even want them niggas lookin' at our shop

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

I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
Man, I don't even want them niggas hangin' on our block
I don't even want them niggas scorin' out our shop

I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
Man, I don't even want them niggas ridin' down our block
And I betta not catch them niggas hangin' 'round our shop

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

I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round my door
I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round our block
I don't even want these niggas scorin' out our shop

I don't even want these niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want these niggas tryin' ta come ta score
I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round our block
I don't even want these niggas scorin' out our shop

I don't even want these niggas comin' 'round no more
Look, I don't even want you niggas fuckin' with our hoes
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

Ha-ha, What up?, what up?
Old bitch ass, ruckus
Fuck, did y'all just jumped off tha porch
Ass niggas betta stay, your mother fuckin' ass back

Turnin' state
Motherfucker 'round here turnin' state, ha
You're rattin' on a nigga, ha
We gonna get your motherfuckin' ass

How ya luv that
Askin' my old lady where tha dope at, ha
Follow her again, bitch, I'ma catch ya
Uh, huh

Fuckin' with tha B. Geezy
I got a cake baked for ya
Nigga, Juvie
We got a cake baked for ya

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A Million &Amp; One Things - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: A Million &Amp; One Things
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
What, this, this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga, too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look

This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog

For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills

If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it to give
But listen, man, I know ya see the ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad

But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me

That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84

All tha hoes use ta jock ya, niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky

Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men

I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look, look, look, where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad, can't even much eat
Every time I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla

Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'

Niggas want me ta help 'em, ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss, I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight, before I come up missin'

Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Every time I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas, got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall

Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla

On the reala, if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear

They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor, leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean every time we come through, man
I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'

I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself

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Soul Survivor - Lyrics - Akon

Title: Soul Survivor
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy
Tryin' to take it easy
Only way to go
And so

But if you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cuz I'm a rida
(Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

'Cuz er'ybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your *** get ******, now
If you a rida
(Yeah)
Oh yes a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

(Let's get it)
I can't sleep, we livin' in Hell
(Yeah)
First they give us the work then they throw us in jail
(Ayy)
Won't trip ya, I'm traffickin' the white
Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight
(Yeah)

Who me? I'm a Soul Survivor
Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida
(Jeez a rida)
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah right
(Ha Ha)
Sups
**** the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks
(Ayy)

If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cuz I'm a rida
(Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

'Cuz er'ybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your *** get ******, now
If you a rida
(Yeah)
Oh yes a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

Another day, another dolla
(Dolla)
Same block, same, same part, same green
I guess we got the same dreams
(Ayy)
Or is it the same nightmares?
(Nightmares)
We let the doves do it for us, we don't cry tears
(That's right)

Real ***** don't budge
When Mail Man got his time ** **** birds at the judge
(Yeah)
I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee deep in the
(Damn)

Real talk, look, I'm tellin' you mayne
(Tellin' you mayne)
If you get jammed up, don't mention my name
Forgive me Lord, I know I ain't livin' right
Gotta feed the block, starvin', they got appetites
(Ayy)

And this is er'yday, it never gets old
(Old)
Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-code
(Yeah)
This ain't a rap song, nigga this is my life
(This is my life)
And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes
(Yeah)

If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cuz I'm a rida
(Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

'Cuz er'ybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your *** get ******, now
If you a rida
(Yeah)
Oh yes a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

Gotta watch your er'y move 'cuz them eyes be on you
(Eyes be on you)
Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you
(Pies be on you)
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous
(Ball outrageous)
Them alphabet boys gotta us under surveillance
(Ayy)

Like animals, they lock us in cages
The same that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I ain't cheat, played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
(Let's get it)

No nuts, no glory
(No glory)
My biography, you damn right, the true story
(Yeah)
Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try
(Try)
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die
(Ayy)

'Cuz if you lookin' for me you, you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
A real G, thoroughbred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my *** in my drawers

Just a keep on movin' now
Just a keep on movin' now
Just a keep on movin' now
Just a keep on movin' now

But if you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cuz I'm a rida
(Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

'Cuz er'ybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your *** get ******, now
If you a rida
(Yeah)
Oh yes a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cuz I'm a rida
(Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

'Cuz er'ybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore you're *** get ******, now
If you a rida
(Yeah)
Oh yes a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

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