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1. _ In The Nolia
[Juvenile] Say Bubba I'm glad you, gave me the green light so I can write some shit, for my hood And talk about the shit I see Y'knahmsayin? I've been waitin for this chance to do this and express my motherfuckin self, and still make fun at the shit Y'all ready to do this? You might get flipped in the Nolia You might get water whipped in the Nolia And niggaz is a trip in the Nolia They be on some shit in the Nolia Them hoes be twerkin in the Nolia Police be lurkin in the Nolia My pockets be hurtin in the Nolia You gotta be workin in the Nolia I hit my first bitch in the Nolia I hit my first lick in the Nolia I opened up shop in the Nolia I damn near got popped in the Nolia I be up in the cuts in the Nolia Hemmin them niggaz up in the Nolia Oh yeah we stick together in the Nolia Down for whatever in the Nolia [Chorus] Magnolia my home, and it's gon' always be You get a trespassin charge when you fuckin with me Magnolia my home, and it's gon' always be You get a trespassin charge when you fuckin with me [Juvenile] Yeah I was strugglin in the Nolia Came up on nothin in the Nolia Nigga was hustlin in the Nolia Junkies was rushin in the Nolia I done had fights in the Nolia Damn near lost my life in the Nolia We play the porch in the Nolia We hang out in the courts in the Nolia We be on the flight in the Nolia We be up all night in the Nolia I used to live in the Nolia Ever since a kid in the Nolia Nigga gettin busted in the Nolia Some niggaz can't be trusted in the Nolia A nigga got jacked in the Nolia Got stabbed in the back of the Nolia [Chorus] [Juvenile] Nigga shoot dice in the Nolia We fuckin nigga wifes in the Nolia We always act our ass in the Nolia We always have a splash in the Nolia Oh yeah we havin wars in the Nolia Shootin at niggaz cars in the Nolia We all go to ki's in the Nolia We all wear soldierees in the Nolia Dem hoes thick fine in the Nolia We throw second lines in the Nolia We got no cheap in the Nolia Come and holla at my peeps in the Nolia The shit don't ever stop in the Nolia It's always pepper hot in the Nolia We got a lot of thugs in the Nolia But we got a lot of love in the Nolia [Chorus - repeat 1.5X] [Juvenile] Uhh, yeah For my T.C. niggaz, my bootleg niggaz This for my motherfuckin 6th street niggaz My LaSalle street niggaz Yeah, my Belmont niggaz, yeah My Magnolia niggaz Fuck with us you gonna get fucked over nigga For who? This one for my Magnolia niggaz Fuck with us you gonna get fucked over nigga Yeah, believe dat! I can't see it no other way.. [repeats and fades] more free lyrics |
2. _ They Lied
ft. Big Tymers [Juvenile] I'm pot, and I can't say shit about skillet If you got a spot movin sellin bricks I can feel it Done mapped it all out, done made some phone calls We all got big dreams of seein the project ball After all, seperation is the downfall Instead of a chain of command niggaz wanna shot call That overnight money could be lose-your-life money Everybody want the crooked instead of the right money And then I ain't no better either, cause I lead a life of crime if I gotta fight for mine Look - somebody ain't leavin with a stripe this time Y'all don't want a drunk nigga gettin hype with nines My ex-girl done told me I can't see my children I hope nobody play with me cause I might kill them Shit, motherfuckers ain't never satisfied If you think niggaz don't have problems - they lied [Chorus] You niggaz think we don't have problems? They lied to ya You niggaz think we ain't with problems? Look they lied to ya You niggaz think we all hoes? Look they lied to ya Y'all think we dirty in our nose? Look they lied to ya You niggaz think we don't have problems? Look they lied to ya You niggaz think we ain't with problems? They done lied to ya You niggaz think we all hoes? They done lied to ya Y'all think we dirty in our nose? They done lied to ya [Baby] Fa sho' wodie Don't get me fucked up, cause you seen me on a movie We keep it real hood when we do a fuckin movie You saw us on the video, playin with hoes But you can find me in my ghetto nigga, totin a fo'-fo' I'm real with this shit nigga we dash on five-oh A big dice game nigga fuck them five-oh's I keep the same game nigga crack a guerilla hoe I play the same thangs but my prices get cheaper though I pull up in the Range Rover twenty inch mo-mo's I been through hard times, that nobody know Slang dimes crack times you could believe that wo' Comin through in the Bentley V-12 y'know Ten a ki is the price and we don't love no hoes Water whip playin games slangin bad ya-yo Jam him up and bust his head while he on that dope I got a bad feelin so I needs to go Fa sho' - you understand? Nigga outta line? You better bust his motherfuckin head wodie [Chorus - 0.75X] [Juvenile] I'm the motherfucker killed your boy, and what? You gon' do somethin bout it? Bitch nigga then stand up I'm not responsible for all the people that's gon' bitch out And innocent bystanders, that be up on yo' blocks Ain't no encyclopedia could teach me the hood How to not give out no credit and distribute the goods How police gon' hound me, investigate 'round me Catch me with a firearm them bitches gon' down me And I'm beefin with the biggest nigga in the city with work Ain't no tellin who he got workin for him in (?) If I hurt, then you hurt, you got work? I take yours I gotta records durin the season like the Lakers It's not for fun I got a gun you try to run I'm poppin one I'm to' up from the flo' up, just look at what the block done done I can't sleep - cause I'm too far in it I took over this motherfucker cause I knew y'all finished [Chorus] [Juvenile] F'real man I ain't tryin to disrespect none of you niggaz out chea If you do what you do, do it well KnowhatI'msayin? I ain't playa hatin I'm congratulatin I'm tryin to teach you niggaz how to get offa these streets And how to accumulate money, so you can be successful like the rest of these niggaz that are out chea, that's on TV These niggaz on MTV, BET, The Box and what have we All you niggaz could be successful But I want y'all motherfuckers to know we suffer just like y'all Man we go through it, we been through it But I'll slang iron if I gotta protect mine, believe that more free lyrics |
3. _ H.B. HeadBusta
[Juvenile] Get out the way now, hey.. get out the way now.. Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. ahh, ahh Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. mmm Get out the way.. get out the way now.. You wonder why I don't smile and don't make friends or ki-ki with new niggaz; cause I don't know dem I didn't shoot marbles witcha and you ain't no kin Kissin ass like you be doin look you ain't no men The only reason you're talkin crazy cause you drank mo' gin You can take it there if you want, look you ain't gon' win And I'm feelin like an example is needed to be made I'ma take this calico and go bust me a head They might just won't retailate, they might just be afraid Some niggaz I been fuckin with controllin what they say It's still on! They wouldn't let me ride That was they nigga that we killed so one of us gotta die Oh yeah, they wanna play ha? Must really be underestimatin me and this 'k ha? It must not be meant for you so please get out the way now I'm one of the best doin this, bout every day now.. hah.. [Chorus: repeat 2X] I'm warnin ya, I'm tellin ya A HeadBusta is up in ya area Don't stand there better be bailin brah Or hollow tip bullets gonna tear you up [Juvenile] I wonder how long it's gon' take 'fore niggaz realize I'm not a game Look at me nigga, you think I'm playin? Do it look like everything in my life goin correctly? Bitch, I'ma be bout it 'til the man come get me I got a fucked up conscience, and my thinkin ain't right I got a brand new child but look I'ma slanger tonight Nigga swellin up his chest, cause I'm bangin his wife I'm at the bar drinkin Hennessy, he came with a knife I got my man on the side of me, he scopin him right He think it's over but he gonna get fucked over tonight If I got problem witcha I'ma address it, front and center If we beef in January, won't be until December I'm tryin to getcha outta here Like your momma and your lawyer, stuck with four or five open charges Dealin with you bitches like you're one of my children Whippin your ass because you left out the buildin [Chorus] [Juvenile] Fuck with a G ain't gon' never stop Somebody gotta go - you better have the better plot Cause if not, little shit could escalate to big shit One of your little man'sll be the one pay you a visit Enticed by them neighbors, they gave him a picture Twenty G's, some toolies, now he comin to getcha Wodie my life is like a football field He done crossed the line of scrimmage is the one I kill, and I feel that the marker should be first and goal And I got the ball of course, goin in to sco' - nigga What's my motherfuckin name? Wodie it don't matter What's the shit up in my hand? A piece of chrome manner And I just had me a blunt, and a cup of that gin Don't get scared now motherfucker you in trouble my friend [Chorus] [Juvenile] Get out the way now, hey.. Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. mm Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. uhh Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. uhh Get out the way now, the CMR is on the way now.. mm Get out the way now, a Ju-ve-nile is on the way now more free lyrics |
4. _ White Girl
ft. Baby, Lil Wayne [Lil Wayne] Listen...I'ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street Until I wake and see another fuckin day is relief I pray that he keep, I'm scrappin my knees from chasing this cheese I had point guard dreams of playin for some team Hit the block and made NBA money in one week See I hussle in the hood and plus I fly birdies And play the tracks out every month so I can ride dirty needed someone to manage my money I hired Shelly But Shelly started talkin to much so she died early They got me loadin up my Benz with my eyes blurry I sent the message to the fucker at bout five thirty Now if the bitch aint got my dice for me then I'm sorry But i'ma leave everyone who outside bloody And then I go in the stash get the coke and the cash I'm lettin niggas score it for half, I'm hopein it last But still nigga don't, I might have to just go in the lap And if its slow in the ass back to the rope and the mask [Chorus (Lil Wayne)] Man we got that white girl, and wigga talk bout uh price to make it right for you And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed And if you like that nasty broad then we got low ki's.. Dog who got um? We got that white girl and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's.. Man who got um? We got that white girl and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's.. Playa who got um? [Juvenile] I hate when a nigga flex up and he's makin it sound As though he been doin that border, but that nigga would drown My block been infiltrated by uh whole lot of fake ass niggas Scared ass niggaz, wont even bust uh grape ass niggaz I'm talkin to you! so take it how you want ho I've been here for uh minute, so I looked up and you dont move Ya partnuhs been fuckin wit ya cause they know how you is Niggas be smackin ya and humpin you and snatchin yo shit Matter fact get the fuck out my face, befo' I put you in ya place I'm one secound from bustin the drapes Well you can get ya money and all but not ch'ere Lil daddy I been runnin this section for 5 years, first of all I dont like ya I dont know ya, run and get ya gun if you want I'm gon show ya You one of them niggaz try earning your stripe Lil daddy I'm one of them niggaz that'll hit ya at night [Chorus] [Baby] That liquor like dope nigga I gots to have it, Cook flip the brick with some heavy traffic Guns gon bust if these niggas be lackin Cadallac, gold spokes, brick head, and baskets Overflow this bitch white work gone faster Tradegy of uh murder case twisted and laughin In the bentley drop top and Pac is blastin Hit the hood jumpin the cop, we start the stashin Bunch of white t-shirts phone calls harrasment Bought a pot on that shit make it hot and ejectin He standin on my two feet he purrin "I aint blastin" Coming up from child hood days about my cashing Hundred g's on the trunk of the Escalade Cadi I never did listen , I never mind my daddy My brother gave him a game cookin in an ally 4 bricks two guns I'm runnin to my parents [Chorus - repeat 2X] more free lyrics |
5. _ 4 Minutes
ft. Hot Boys [B.G.] You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh We drop classics nigga, uh-huh Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling But yet it's my block my hood my set nigga Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can't trust 'em I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever Click clack! I got to have it, no matter what, the, situation be I'm bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green UPT 13 and CMB is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga (4, minutes, left!) [Juvenile] Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak Niggaz comin home tryin to hit 'em a lick Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz They stuck in line, but right after it's all over The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki's While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street You representin? It better be M-A-G Or niggaz gon' get mad and, never let you leave A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley Willow Street, Robertson and T.C. It's on fire from the wars they cause A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge (3, minutes, left!) [Lil Wayne] Yes, one-seven nigga, look Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me? Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy Prices, cheaper than the average, ki's be We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers What the, hell? What is that I smell? No it's not but it's a dead body by the canal My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him Blunts, we pass 'em; guns, we have 'em We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos Brrrrrrr! Reload - *tch-chk* explode Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what? (2, minutes, left!) [Turk] Look.. look, look Plenty got diamonds in my Rolex Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin neck It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped on my gat I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat Trust that if you play with me I dress in black That's a fact don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad(?) You head your lose that, ain't no comin back back, I'm tellin you Play with me your people people gon' be smellin you Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' carry you People don't have no money they can't bury you Don't have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two Bought that insurin yourself cousin Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin Gun I'ma peel it nigga you can run cousin Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin (I hope you got the message!) more free lyrics |
6. _ Momma Got Ass
Mannie Fresh: DAMN!!!!! She git it from her mamma (repeat 7x) Verse 1:(Juvenile) Oh, where she git her eyes from? (she git it from her mamma) But where she git her thighs from? (she git it from her mamma) Where she learn how ta cook from? (she git it from her mamma) Oh, where she git her looks from? (she git it from her mamma) But where she git dat ass from? (she git it from her mamma) But where she git her class from? (she git it from her mamma) Well, where she git that chest from? (she git it from her mamma) Where she learn how ta dress from? (she git it from her mamma) Where she git her sense from? (she git it from her mamma) Where she git her income? (she git it from her mamma) Look, where she git tha walk from? (she git it from her mamma) Nigga, where she git tha talk from? (she git it from her mamma) I wonder why she so crazy. (she git it from her mamma) Why she wanna be my ol' lady? (she git it from her mamma) Why she be actin' like dat? (she git it from her mamma) Why she ain't give tha cat? (she git it from her mamma) Hook:(Juvenile) A big fine woman will make you smile when she pass you Damn that girl sexy Her mamma got ass, too. (repeat 3x) verse 2: (Juvenile) Why she swear she da bomb? (she git it from her mamma) Why she alwayz gotta call the law? (she git it from her mamma) Why we alwayz havin' arguments? (she git it from her mamma) Why she alwayz gotta call her friends? (she git itfrom her mamma) Why she alwayz gotta piss me off? (she git it from her mamma) Why she alwayz gotta take the cars? (she git it from her mamma) Why she alwayz wear dem tight jeans, man? Gotta a nigga rock hard in tha sheets, man. Why she gotta nigga lookin' while he sleepin'. Why she got me tryna get wit' her dis weekend? When I heard she could fuck, too. (she git it from her mamma) She'll leave a nigga stuck, too. (she git it from her mamma) Who told her I was fuckin' lyin'? (she git it from her mamma) Who told her I was back in town? (she git it from her mamma) Who said "DON'T BE SCARED OF HIM!" (she git it from her mamma) Who said "YOU BETTA MARRY HIM!" (she git it from her mamma) Hook Repeat 3x Verse 3: (Juvenile) Who told her not ta fuck wit' me? (she git it from her mamma) Who told her I'ma fuckin' leave? (she git it from her mamma) Who said I was smokin' marijuana? (she git it from her mamma) Who said I be up on the co'na(corner)? (she git it from her mamma) All my tires all cut up (shit!) Now my windas(windows) all bust up (bitch!) Where she git the milk from? (she git it from her mamma) Oh, where she git dem hips from? (she git it from her mamma) Where she learn how ta twerk from? (she git it from her mamma) Where she learn how ta work from? (she git it from her mamma) Why she be wit' dat trippin'? (she git it from her mamma) We be chillin' and she start tha flippin'. (she git it from her mamma) But she still wit' a nigga though (she git it from her mamma) She'll kill fa a nigga though (she git it from her mamma) When she shy, she draw attention. (she git it from her mamma) Natural grow, wit' no extention. (she git it from her mamma) Hook Repeat 3x She git it from her mamma (repeat 5x) Juvenile whispering: She git it from her mamma (repeat 7x) more free lyrics |
7. _ In Ya Ass
[Juvenile] Look I'm tryin to live right now Make a better place for my kids right now Or get out my face is how it is right now All I wanna have is my own shit right now.. So much go through my head all day The game situation is be paid or played I gotta eat the lottery is not for me it's homicide and robbery And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks It ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason I got away from all that bullshit, that thuggin and thievin And as far as this Cash Money shit it's part of my blood And we feed each other everyday by showin 'em love It don't matter what we came into we gonna stay blood And whoever sleepin on it dem dat's gonna wake up I need dough to feed me and my people To get a pie and eat special from, Julio's Fuck ya boy, I don't care, who he know Just make sho', that he pay, who he owe I ain't tryin to be a bully I just want what I earned He's a hardheaded child and it's time to be learned [Chorus 2X: Juvenile] You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad [Juvenile] I've seen shit that a child my age, shouldn'ta saw They bustin right over the backseat of a stolen car I was seven they had to be about nine or ten His momma Fay she done ran through who's dyin again Damn but I don't really think she mean what she say As soon as she smoke that crack, shit done fucked with her head Momma gon' love her kids, and they (?) aware And if momma don't love her children, then momma need prayer Durin the struggles of my life I learned to take heed to shit I paid attention to everything that went on in the bricks All of the early morning rushes to the late night fights I always visioned that one day this would be my life Back then it wasn't gravy, the street wasn't right Especially in our house, we didn't eat some nights On come new technology these days and times And it gave us other avenues and ways to grind Fuck what you got nigga, I'm makin mine I messed up my first lil change, I'ma be straight this time To the fullest, always huntin, for it to spend I went out and got it dawg, I can do it again [Chorus] [Juvenile] Get off the block lil nigga this my spot lil nigga I don't care what you got you get shot lil nigga I been thuggin, and I'm lovin my life The reason I made it to here because I been livin trife For spite stoppin knockin old niggaz off Tryin to be the fuckin boss and shotcall Ride round in the toughest cars, double R's Fuckin over niggaz don't want see me ball Now which one of your peers wanna come do this I ain't with all of that talkin cause my gun do flip Lift niggaz off they feet when they run they lip Tryin to tell you bout people, tell you that chick's on chips You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad I'm straight off of the street that's why I'm out chea bad Comin through yo' door with a bag and a Mag [Chorus] [Juvenile] If you don't like me nigga, nigga come out Fuck, I don't like you either though bitch-ass nigga Boy-ass nigga.. what? Fuck you in ya ass [Chorus] Da da da Da da da da.. hahahaha I don't like you either though Punk, pussy, candy-ass nigga Wearin another nigga drawers ass nigga Take it like a man ya heard me? more free lyrics |
8. _ My Life
ft. TQ [TQ harmonizing at the start] [Juvenile] Who the fuck - nigga hittin shots in the truck Hope I'm able to make this right turn, my Neon fucked The wodie that I'm with, bawlin up like a bitch instead of tryin to retaliate by bustin his shit My leg already fucked up, been playin it bald Now I gotta drive the car too, (?) and all Left arm on the steerin wheel, right on the Mac Them niggaz brought it to me raw so I'm bringin it back Out the window with it dumb sinnin, but I crashed This boy went straight through window his stupid ass And I'm noticin I smell gas Gotta bust a airbag, get out the car fast and haul ass I still gotta duck bullets that cut through bricks What the fuck I did to make niggaz want do me like this Won't be long 'fore one of the bullets ignite the gas They'll meet - even the buildings gonna be ash [Chorus 2X: TQ - over harmonizing] My life my life my life my life My life my life my life my life Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone [Juvenile] I'ma go on to survive but the story returns After bein treated several months for 3rd degree burns My lil cousin Denaun flipped out, and murdered his children I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurtin her feelings He's lookin at a L, swearin no need for a trial Accept it like a man bitch or live in denial Whatchu think the people gon' say, when they look at his file Hear that little boy, snicker he in here for a while I had a shit bag on me, I could barely walk Everybody knew the story but was scared to talk I read lips when I pull up, right after I park I hear a nigga say whass happen wo' but not from the heart Word gotta be out, a lot of tension's in the air black Your everyday niggaz ain't even muchly makin transac' If I think about a gun, I'ma get ten The people got they ears to the streets and they be listenin [Chorus] [Juvenile] Niggaz be knowin them bitches slippin when I'm dishin I'd rather be locked down in prison than come up missin But that goes to show you how fast the laws work They was peepin with somebody that punished them boys first Don't they know the people still thinkin I sent the hit I'd accept it if I did it but they wrong for that shit To the police, I sounded like the boy cryin wolf Cause they know I like slangin rice shootin dice with the crooks Everythang in life I accumulated I took It's a neverending episode, my life is a book I'm hot, so I'm ridin round up in Rock(?) There's a funeral pass, two cops and five limos Man that's one of them niggaz was tryin to snipe me I betcha everybody in that crowd don't like me I should go up in the bitch bustin But they got innocent bystanders that never did the clique nothin [Chorus - repeat 2X] [TQ harmonizing] more free lyrics |
9. _ Sunshine
ft. B.G., Big Tymers, Lil Wayne [Juvenile] Whoa-ohh-oh-ohh.. come down now rude bwoy Little Weezy Wez, try and take over as the rude bwoy now I got a gold two thousand Jag, and customized Cadillac (I got some shit with 17's on the front, and 20's on the back) My mom in a mansion, and my dad in a truck (Player my sister in a 2001 tinted and rimmed up) I take care of my baby mommas like we still together (When my brother get out of jail man I'ma buy him whatever) Credit in my yellow gold in exchange for white (Y'all saw me at the Source Awards, wasn't that shit like tight?) Cartier frames with wood grain on the ear (V.S.O.P. Hennessy, so save y'all fuckin beers) A diehard nigga, a 3rd Ward nigga (7th Ward hardhead ready for war nigga) A Cash Money clown, tattooed and scarred nigga (I ain't bitchin up for nar' one of y'all funky ass niggaz) Princess cuts, baguettes and marquises - what that say? (Bad motherfuckin baguettes in Chinese) [Chorus: repeat 2X] Sunshine - in the middle of the night Sunshine - with baguettes so bright Sunshine - every place that I be Sunshine - all of ya bwoys know me [B.G.] We be holdin the Cristal high so you can see The princess cutted Presidential Roley [Fresh] Sho' Lil, won'tcha scratch the Rover, with the block TV (You lyin) Six in the headrest, all got new TV's [B.G.] Well look the other hand, holdin a blunt real high So you can see the Wonder Woman bracelet sunshine [Fresh] 2000, Navigation on 19 inches My mom in the 6 I ain't out ya penny pincher [B.G.] God Bless Wayne, when I set foot on the scene I make you take a triple take, at the bling, the bling bling (what?) [Fresh] Iced out sparklin millionaire on the flo' Hittin these hoes with shit they never seen befo' [B.G.] Now when you see my neck, you could just say ooh That Hot Boy from Cash Money's a fool [Fresh] In our platinum Benzes with the cat eyes (eyes) Flat screens in my crib with the flat I's (I's) [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Hold up - there go Wayne, everybody be quiet Oh my God! He's drivin from the passenger's side Million dollar conversation when I talk I'm shinin Nigga I.. puh, puh - spit out diamonds I change the grill on my truck so I don't blend with niggaz A young cat like me with Bill Clinton figures I'ma expensive nigga, drive Bentleys nigga (?) got it dropped on twenty inches nigga Best type got navigation system nigga VCR, PlayStation, televisions nigga You know stuntin is a habit, chrome on the Navi TV's in that rear headrest to entertain the traffic They call me the hot man, got the block on lock man All my cars chopped man, all my trucks drop man Trunk full of knock man, wrist full of rocks man Pants full of glocks man, sunshine spot man [Chorus] [Baby] Now you can catch me sunshinin on the lake on Sunday What's happenin Fresh? [Fresh] Don't fight, Sunny Delight - it's beautiful [Baby] Where, nigga, where you, where you be sunshinin at? [Juve] Yeah I be sunshin up in my, new Cadillac truck Or my new 2000 Jaguar, ya know me [Baby] My lil nigga Weezy went and got Baby on his right arm and Suga Slim on his left arm, whatchu think about that Jesus? (That's wonderful) Hahaha (that's lovely) that's true What, we gon' let, lovely take it out with his R&B album bout to come out, he don't give a fuck about a bitch.. [all laughing] [Fresh] Sunshine is a sport man.. [Baby] Lil Turk sittin there spookin somebody.. [laughing to fade] more free lyrics |
10. _ Set It Off (Radio Remix)
ft. Baby, Lil Wayne, Turk [Lil Wayne] (Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (mmhmm) uh-huh (Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix) (Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen.. (Ladies and gentleman!) Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya girl Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooom Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts Got a Escalade wavin on them deep dish rims And got ya girl sayin "We just friends" - I ain't trippin I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy We get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me? I got some freaks on my side that you'll like And somethin on my wrist colder than a Coors Light It's SQ-7 CMB it's life It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh (Ladies and gentleman!) [Chorus 2X: Juvenile] A wodie, whassup? Wodette, whassup? A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup? A wodie, whassup? A wodette, whassup? A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup? [Baby] I'm the #1 stunna Baby, B, Bryan and Bubba Got that Crist' in my hand, a pistol in the other Olde English and Hot Boy bout to get in some trouble Plus I'm leanin off the liquor, bout to get at your woman I'm runnin with them HPG's, them Uptown thugs I ain't buyin the bar homey I'm buyin the club So momma look, get chea, show me whassup Put some straightenin on them dubs, and show me some love Like Hennessy, (?), clean, G You gotta admit it that's the way it's supposed to be I'm the bird man homey and I'm sellin them cheaps Put hits on bustaz while I'm brushin my teefs Can't quit this now cause you done played it too strong Stunna call you on it 'til I'm dead and gone One love to them Hot Boys, sellin that wrong And my homies in the pen, from usin they phones [Chorus] [Turk] Look, forget what ya heard dawg, Turk still thuggin You got me messed up, bout to make me start bustin Trust me, I don't miss cousin And the last thing you see is fire and blood gushin I'm a lil' thug, always strapped with that thang You get killed thug, when you're messin with me main I run with real soldiers called the B.G.F. Ready for anything you could believe dat dere I guess it's in us to be the way that we be We all from Uptown, from the 3 'til the 13th We tote choppers, with a hundred in 'em And you see them dome shots we bout, runnin in 'em We play it raw, give a know what about the law They get stole too when they, messin with us My team still strong, we all from the hood CMR for life, come between? Wish you would [Chorus] [Juvenile ad libs to fade] more free lyrics |
11. _ Set It Off
[Juvenile] I'ma T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna If a bitch leave me, I'ma take every thing from her Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy me a Four-Runner I walk wit a limp, cuz my nuts heavy And I like it from tha back so hold your butt steady I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin Lil Momma I love pussy, but I ain't lickin Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n You don't want it girl?, you don't know what u missin I'm tha baddest boss nigga walkin You ain't heard I got a team of head busters waitin to give me tha work I gotta few in tha East Coast, a few in tha West Down-South to Mid-W, wassup to tha rest Can't forget about tha ghetto, where they strugglin in debt No matter what I do dawg, I love my set [Hook (Juvenile)] Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup Set It Off in this muthafucka Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup Set It Off in this muthafucka Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup Set It Off in this muthafucka Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup Set It Off in this muthafucka [Juvenile] That Nig-gidty Nig-gidty Nile's in this bitch, get right Fuck what u heard on tha streets, it's CMR for life Still ridin on dubs, sippin brown and white Jump stupid if u want, bitch we gone clown tonite We got 25 choppers in tha V.I.P. Cristal (?) and a pound of weed And I know u waitin for me to get drunk, and follow me home Picture what I'm gone give to u, a shot to yo dome Fuckin wit yo boys and all that talkin, they gone get hit too I'm really not givin a fuck, as long as I get u Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker I'ma general, executin tha plan Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n tha land Comin up on hoes, tellin them to jump in the van Mommy please come break off just me and my man [Hook] [Juvenile] 55% of these niggas is fake, tha other 45% be handlin they weight 55% of these women is hoes, tha other 45% be playin they role Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, take these muthafuckin cuffs off of us We kill nobody in this car, but us And ridin on 20's is tha law for us I ain't from France, but excuse my french Fuck ya if ya hatin, nigga save that there I been dealinw it u bitches from why way back then Plus I kept a fire ducked off to lay back in You say my momma played me and J be tight Juvie takin care, so everything alright Bitches see tha sliver (?) wit tha phat ass pipes Bein followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes [Hook] more free lyrics |
12. _ Get Your Hustle On
ft. Big Tymers Fa sho' nigga, off top Believe this playboy, fa sho' nigga [Baby] I'm the #1 stunna, don't flinch you bitch I cash in quick and go and flash my 6 Twenty inch dub niggaz how you love that bitch? 20 ki's or hard blocks, we call them bricks I'm a Uptown survivor, niggaz stash the lick Just bought a new Beemer, X-5 the bitch Puttin dubs with a kit nigga, flash yo' shit Puttin ice in my grill, fuck a classy bitch I'm a Uptown thug, can't you see that shit? I'm around the way hunt for quarter ki's and bricks You can catch me at the club with a ghetto bitch Or you can see me at my mansion with a nasty bitch Flat screen, loud music, me and Fresh a bitch Pullin out the driveway with new cars and shit Palm trees feelin good nigga we love this shit Watchin ducks nigga bucks, but hold up bitch [Chorus 2X: Juvenile] Let me get my hustle on, nigga all for Nol' Let me make a hundred mill', nigga slow but sho' Let me spin my new wheels in front yo' do' Let me hit the battlefield nigga slangin snow [Juvenile] I wonder why niggaz always be doin stupid shit No sense involved at all, it's foolishness Now if a nigga take it and somebody hit yo' stash is you goin to bust his ass or are you gonna let that pass? Besides, it only was a bundle of dough You a hustler nigga, you know how to get you some mo' Just tighten up yo' circle and surveillance your spot If you catch a nigga touchin somethin, he gettin got Now carry on with whatcha doin 'fore the people get hot Leave them hoes alone cause they the reason we gettin got If you owe a nigga pay him they be holdin a grudge He don't want to take a loss but he'll take it in blood Make sure fiends don't pass, make all the cash Big fired bags and floss on they ass I've been through some shit, that make me a survivalist I may be a lot of different things, but I'm not a bitch [Chorus] [Juvenile] But anyway, I'm not the subject of the matter All y'all bitch ass niggaz I'm comin after Cause the minute that I start slippin Look at who is gon' be tryin to get in my position, niggaz is grimin But what they don't know, I got some killers that's behind me I used to pull it off way back in the early 90's If any one of y'all wanna do it we can do it Don't hold it on your chest dog, don't be pumpin fluid [Mannie Fresh] I'm a Uptown hunter on Washington 6th Set the line goin down (?) a bitch They got that iron Uptown and they slangin it quick Valence is my home, I'ma rep 'til I'm gone Valence and Magnolia, but Greyhead roam Magnolia Projects is where I set my roam Saratoga and (?), I call my home Ran through the Melphamine(?), nigga I did that shit [Chorus] [ad libs to fade] more free lyrics |
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