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1. _ Roll With 'em
Juvenile:
It's enemy turf that i'm on, so i'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black calico
Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho' it's bout to go
Niggaz graduated from sellin' dope to snortin' dope
Gangsta be bustin' heads
Lil reggie be bustin' heads
K.c., he be bustin' heads
Think i ain't 'bout nustin' heads
Boddies bled, i'll put infrared up in your cutlass
You play with 226, that's my clique so i say fuck it
Ruckus, war deep, world war iii in the mix
5 hot boy$ runnin', bringin' g's to they clique
With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz ain't breathin'
You recievin', a punishment for not believin'
Curly head lookin' for me, cause i'm hot and word don' got loose
Bundles of dope fronted, from the magnolia to the goose
Snitches wanted to testify the shit that they know
Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blow
Look i been walkin' way mo', with a coat full of yeh-yo
Nothin' but clientele, from 11-5, sale
You don't think it's legal, nigga we can take it to the scale
You gon' double your money, gon' get credit make your bail
Chorus: juvenile (4x)
With that iron, i'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down frome no nigga, they got a place for me
Juvenile:
My biological father, was a sperm donor, around the corner
Was the man that killed lil lanny, who knew we'd understand it
That way that, my mother was heartless to her kids
So he took us in his home, and he raised like his own
Now we grown, and we learned responsibility,
The devil tryed to get wit me
To affect all of my dickin' inability
But it's gon' be some shit, when a collision is occurin'
Asurin', of me bein' a factor, through '97 and after
And i'ma have to, get my ten percent
Or i'ma get punished, like the rest of these niggaz and there's evidence
'cause ever since all these cars and all these mansions, and all these
Luxuries was givin'
You wasn't givin' no thanks, to the reason you was livin'
So i'ma keep an open mind and make the right decision
And ain't tell you niggaz shit, and put my self in a position
That's unescapable, 'cause you capable, of puttin' my life in danger
And it's causin' confusion, confusion draw conclusion
And shootin' up some niggaz that pose a threat
Until somebody warns you that you're close to death
Chorus: juvenile (4x)
Mannie fresh:
Don't love ya, don't need ya, so why the fuck would i feed ya
You bitches want my riches, delete ya
Cause it's movin', it's shakin' number one spot takin'
Rap shite tight and money we be makin'
Clock six figures, with brown beats and triggers
Drinkin' from the riggers, poppa said the gon' fig us
Everything i make, and everything i drive
Everything i scratch and everything i ride
Touch it, , live for it, you niggaz kill for it
The new juve tape, got you hoes loosin' weight
Can't get your life straight, music to masturbate
Juvenile:
Test a, nigga like me boy and you better
Have on your bulletproof sweater, ridin' in an armored jetta
Beware of these, thugs in e's
Everytime you breathe you recievin' a part of me
Look, my lyrics be combustable like gases
When i'm grabbin' for the mic and performin' for your masses
I'm never found on the ship that's steady sinkin'
Total control and all about self my way of thinkin'
Bankin', off top, runnin' with them boys from the block
Totin' glocks that we only use when we put on the spot
Now i got, a reason to live for than to die
Keepin' a tight inventory on my supply, of gettin' high
Know when to stop, don't wanna be it, can't even see it
Not even them little niggaz that i be wit'
Chorus: juvenile (10x)
I'm gettin' tired, of this bulshit that we hearin'
I'm gettin' tired, 'bout to get my iron ready to ride
Ready to ride
Ready to ride
Ready to ride, lil wodie
Momma don't pray for me, i don't back down frome no nigga
Momma don't pray for me, i don't back down frome no nigga
Momma don't pray for me, i don't back down frome no nigga
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2. _ Solja Rag
Intro: [helicopter sound effects]
Verse one:
You 'bout dat paper?
You on top?
You handlin' business?
You doin' swell?
Down with yo' niggaz to da finish?
Are you willin'?
To hit da streetz up and make a killin'?
Are you a villain?
Pushin' a bentley makin' millions?
Do you do your time?
Without rattin' on your partners?
Do you kill your beef?
With a pistol or a chopper?
Is you da man?
Do you pay all of your bills?
Did you make a plan?
And won't stop 'till it fulfilled?
Can you handle coke?
Can you handle dope?
Ain't afraid to go?
Even though you know?
Look... lil' daddy...
Do you take care of yo' kids?
Is it clean in yo' crib?
Can't you stand to eat some ribs?
Ain't it scandalous how we live?
You ball with cash money?
Do you like manny track?
Ain't it shive how i rap?
Puttin' new orleans on the map!
You brush ya teeth?
You on dem hoes?
You got dem ree[bok]s on ya feet?
With dem girbauds?
Chorus1: 4x
Then you a solja nigga, put up a solja rag!!!
Put up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag
Verse two:
Now what's happenin' wit' you?
You knockin' dem heads off too?
You do what a playa do?
You fuck in the rochambeau?
You ain't scared to blast?
When you got dat iron witcha
Do you bust his ass?
You acts a ass?
You got ya ski mask?
And ya solja rag?
Look...
You ready to blow a bag?
Can you hustle like it's legal?
Can you avoid da people?
And hotwire your regal?
You 'bout dat evil?
Look...
You on some ignorant shit?
When that hoe get flip
Now can you punish da bitch?
You like dem beamers?
You like dem benz 500s?
You like dem hummers?
You like dem big fine womens?
You a playa ain't ya?
None of these bitch niggaz could fade ya!
The ghetto made ya!
Dope fiends and junkies raised ya!
Do you sleep in suites?
Do you go shopping every week?
When you hit da streetz
You got dem reeboks on your feet?
Chorus 2:
Then you a solja nigga, put up a solja rag!!
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag
Throw up a soljah rag
Chorus1: 2x
Verse three:
Is you a paper chaser?
You got your block on fire?
Remainin' a g?
Until the moment you expire?
You know what it is?
To make nothin' outta somethin'?
You handle your biz?
And don't be cryin'
And its somethin'
Your niggaz is in ya?
You got your girlfriends witcha?
Since you was a kid?
You was a instant wig-splitter?
You twinkle your slug?
You ain't no bitch huh?
You stompin' ya box in the mud?
A hot boy microwave oven
Tatooted up, booted up
None of you bitches lovin'
Your windows are tinted?
You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it?
You don't fuck with dem nike tennis?
You play with barettaz?
You sleep in the royal sonesta?
You won't fuck vanessa?
You got chopperz up on ya dresser?
You believe in god?
But can you handle it when its hard?
And represent your ward?
You be stalkin' the boulevard?
Chorus 3:
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
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3. _ Welcome 2 The Nolia
[juvenile]
It's world war iii where i'ma be with 2 stars
Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool
Move all your valuables, cuz them boyz at your throat with them calicos
I mean, me myself, i just don't wanna see nobody get hurt
Wanna live? keep your black ass from out of my turf
You look like wanna of them boyz that ain't never been fucked over
I'm bout to change that, send that boy to tha nolia
Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets
If he think we fakin, he gon' know after we cock it
And come to the pj's, if you wanna score something
Get my peeps laid cuz we make motherfuckers catch the cut quick
Might laugh with ya but we ain't to be trusted
I tie my solja rag tight around my head man
Now i'm gettin processed with a red band
Chorus (juvenile)
We release with amminition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
[turk]
Solja's be camoflaugin'
Hittin blocks realla, they be bout ridin
You get chopped realla, at any timein'
Cuz in that nolia they play tha game raw
No more beats closin shop when the beef start
Ah, ah, i don't think you're ready for these niggaz
Ldtc-6 coated wild willas
Head bustas, and wig spltitas where i'm from
Choppas max, with red dots in the drum
Playinin it raw with dope
That's how we play it, duckin chris, flat top & big red
Wootay ain't nothin nice
Spin corners in broad light, can't move stiff like ice
Get killed if the price on yo face, me & juve burn with case, from the scene
With fled
Take hits like black & moe did back in the dayz
At night in tha nolia, niggaz be in tha hallwayz
Chorus (juvenile)
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay jeopardize your life
Now we ain't gotta explain to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
[turk]
Nigga done flashed up, i had to deal with the bitch
Catch em' down bad, and put some steel on tha bitch
Let em' know this young nigga, ain't to be fucked wit
2 time i'm comin through, 1 time you gettin ya wig split
When i release, aimin straight for your top
Non stop hollin purse nigga, you gon' drop
Tha magnolia chest opena', glock toatera', block soakera'
Down for a murdera'
In tha rover, choppin ya down, put your sets up nigga
Represent that uptown
[juvenile]
Fuckin wit theze real boyz, i'ma kill ya
You don't want me hot at you, you know i'ma gorilla
I've been trained to get way low in the mud
Molded on tha streets and used to runnin wit thugs
Nigga you fuck wit turk, you gotta fuck wit me what
Where is you gonna be when them boks (reeboks) in tha mud
Don't make me come down there and show one of you bitches
Don't make me come down there and blow one of you bitches
Chorus (juvenile)
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya side up nigga, throw ya side up
But throw ya ward up, nigga throw ya ward up
Chorus (juvenile)
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
We release wit ammunition...we release wit ammunition
When our beef is in site...when our beef is in site...
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
When our beef is in site...
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4. _ Who's Tha M.f.
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5. _ Ziggly Wiggly
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6. _ Pimpinabitch
First verse:
The mac melph calio walker, the shot caller the big baller
The fiend that'll sell your daughter,
The 6th & baronne connection,
No disrespect to my section
The nigga who made you who you is,
The nigga who put furniture in your crib
The nigga that'll burn you where you live,
The landcruiser snatcher, the coop-filter king smoker,
The nine toter, the glock cocker, the fine chopper,
The kill the cop blocker,
The brown, dirty forty bottle,
The freret street hoe driver,
The old saab, the rusty faygo getter,
The swisher sweet babysitter,
The pluck hood seller, the good fella,
The twenty-one year old beretta,
The ca$h money contract receiver,
The erase a non-believer,
The chicken wing eaters
Chorus:
We pimpinabitchandcheckinthemniggas because we comin' from uptown
Second verse:
God the lowly spinach givers,
The u.t.p. liver splitters,
The dice game riches,
The card player, the magnolia hallwayer,
The herb smoke follower, the st. ide's swallower,
The fa sho hollerer,
The reebok wearer, the camoflauge era,
The white boy terror, the duckin' undercovers,
The project muthafuckas,
The tulane & broad escapers,
The 1997 paper chasers,
The teenage cellular phoner
The uptown big boner,
The sip on corona,
The bayou classic, hoe attraction,
Bout that action, pussy satisfaction,
Situation starter, war to starter,
The spin the dime to chip up the plastic glock ripper
The fire screen ripper,
The b.g. cd listener,
The big boy headache giver
Chorus (3x)
Third verse:
The penitenairy time doers,
The three time losers,
The heroin users,
The sixth and willis twillers,
The l.d. and t.c. nigga,
The clara street killers,
The calliope cut-throaters,
The melphanine duct tapers,
The st. thomas duct tapers,
The valence street kidnappers,
The holly grove bitch smackers
The pigeontown chopper toters,
The gert-town fire smokers,
The crooked copper,
The politician shit popper,
The faggot preachers,
The hypocrite teachers,
The gumbo cooker,
The bourbon street hookers,
The aluminum can pickers
The drug dealer ass kissers,
The pork chop eaters, the cyc dick beaters
The bet'cha i could beat'chas,
The holy karan readers,
Cmb ballers, the record business shot-callers
Chorus (6x)
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7. _ I Did That
[juvenile]
Them hot boys out here, ya heard me?
The b.g., headbussin' moe, fa sho
Bout to make it happen,
Magnolia bout that gafflin'
Valence & magnolia
First verse [juvenile]:
I'm in the jungle, of niggas that's lookin' for static,
Two niggas stuck and jackin' just to support his habit,
Them people rollin', so i gotta do what i can,
I gotta pound of that sand i picked up from the man,
The luxuries i gotta have it, black savage,
He's in the streets holdin' up traffic,
With the plastic, desert eagle .45 automatic,
My glass is, filled with j.d. and coca-cola classic,
And niggas that playa-hate i got somethin' for yo asses
I'ma act a donkey, boy you best not run up on me,
You niggas phony, that's why i did that to your homie,
For instance, when the mac-9 will erase your existence
So distance, yourself from me cuz my conscience be clickin',
Niggas be paranoid when they see i be dippin',
Sayin', man let me go, he bout to stomp on that trigger,
Somebodies wig get split in the middle of the street,
I got your brains to show you bitches, stop playin' with me,
And ain't no thing i got my ruger and i aint' scared to die,
Cross that line and i'ma shoot'cha and tell your mommy bye-bye,
Hungry for money, like vampires hungry for blood,
Better get to runnin', solja reeboks is in the mud
Chorus [bulletproof]:
Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,
With a strap hollerin' "nigga what you said?"
That iron again is mine right? snatchin' for a kidnap,
People out that project say juvenile you did that?
That iron again is mine right? snatchin' for a kidnap,
People out that project say juvenile you did that?
Man, juvenile you did that...
Second verse [big moe]:
Don't get caught up fools, in the wrong way,
Cuz them niggas out that lio stay totin' them a.k.'s
The baddest trigga happy niggas i ever saw,
Calliope niggas play the muthafuckin' game raw,
So don't get'cha self in a jam,
Cuz these niggas i hang with really don't give a damn,
With the quickness, nigga they put them k's to use,
Niggas like wango, wine, spig, and my boy deuce,
So any nigga want some drama get strapped,
So i can put your bitch ass in my rest in peace wrap
Cuz dead, yeah, is what'cha gonna be,
If you fuck with this nigga from that c-p 3,
So don't be fuckin' with me,
Cuz you'll be lookin' down the barrel of a nine double m, homie
And with a nigga like me, holdin' the gat,
I'ma pull the fuckin' trigger and bust ya head to the fat,
Then watch your brain run down the city drain,
And after that, leave the spot cuz frank mignon's comin' to get the remains,
So all you gangsta ass niggas tilt your hat,
And plus that bullshit y'all niggas out here are tryin' to do?
I fuckin' been there and done that
Chorus [bulletproof]:
Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,
With a strap hollerin' "nigga what you said?"
That iron again is mine right? snatchin' for a kidnap,
People out that project say big moe you did that?
That iron again is mine right? snatchin' for a kidnap,
People out that project say big moe you did that?
Third verse [b.g.]:
Don't make me pull my pistol nigga, cuz fa-shiggidy i'ma use it
This life you strugglin' through you gone lose it,
I come through actin' foolish, with semi-automatics,
Shit get hectic, blast, or get blasted,
I'ma a baby gangsta bout drama, bout buckin',
Full of that dustin', you bust, i'm bustin',
You shoot, i shoot
You miss, i hit,
Hot boy representin' that gangsta shit,
Stop playin' with the young soldier, believe,
You jeopardizin' what's on your shoulder, you shoot at me
Take it to the streets, you ain't bout that action,
Packin' two twenty-three's, sweepers knock you off your feet,
St. thomas still got them bags for twenty-five,
Before i go on the pride, i'm full of that worldwide,
Goin' for crime i'll spank them, can't swim with the sharks,
Through this water, muthafucka i'll spank'em,
Get'cha mind right, nigga, fuckin' with me,
Think twice i tote iron i'ma a true b.g.,
Fuckin' right, i split hats, and i tote mac's,
I be fuckin' with silver packs, now what you know about that?
Got the all black fit, ready to put in work,
But niggas actin' like jerks, i put dicks in the dirt,
I run with juvenile, cuz he's a gangsta ass nigga,
Niggas huntin' like they bout it, but i'll spank that ass nigga,
So who wants some beef? let me show you i don't play,
Told ya i'm that type that'll hit'cha block everyday,
If you're real, you'll bust back,
But if you fake, i got'cha warning in all-black,
It's no escape, i did that
Chorus [bulletproof]:
Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,
With a strap hollerin' "nigga what you said?"
That iron again is mine right? snatchin' for a kidnap,
People out that project say b.g. you did that?
That iron again is mine right? snatchin' for a kidnap,
People out that project say b.g. you did that?
Man, juvenile you did that...
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8. _ 3rd Ward Solja
First verse [juvenile]:
You gone take them 5? or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That alibi ain't gone work,
Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four,
Then you can go in them hallways and smoke that fire all day
Shhhh....be quiet,
Tonight is the night that we ride,
Thirty camoflauge hummers with niggas inside
With choppers, doin', surgery on bodies like head doctors
Be quiet, cuz they mad tonight, we gone act a ass tonight,
I'ma take a body to that project for a sacrifice,
That calliope got that dope for less,
Fuck around that bitch if you want, and get left,
Brains hangin' off the steps, people cryin',
Second line, t-shirtin', feet hurtin' from all of that twerkin'
Chorus [???]:
Calliope thug
3rd ward solja
Melphanine thug
3rd ward solja
P-s-e thugs
3rd ward solja
Wild magnolia
3rd ward solja
Second verse [juvenile]:
I'm an optimal smokin', chopper totin',
Bustin' caps wide open,
Top of line coatin', reebok sportin',
Expedition corner spender,
Big fine woman bender, put the weight in the blender
Got big bags by rillas,
Shiesty like a splinter, and empty out the braids in the center,
U.p.t. fader remember,
Follow me, follow me,
Follow me now bitches we be some hot boys...
Run up on the 3 and you will get stopped boy
Follow me now bitches we be some hot boys...
Run up on the 3 and you will get stopped boy
Follow me now bitches we be some hot boys...
Run up on p-s-e and you will get stopped boy
Follow me now bitches we be some hot boys...
Run up on the third and you will get stopped boy
Follow me now bitches we be some hot boys...
Run up on the u and you will get stopped boy
Chorus
Third verse [manny fresh & magnolia shorty]
[manny fresh]
I'm from the seventh ward, and i believe in god,
I drive seven thirty-five's and i love these broads
I wear girbaud jeans, and i bought my green,
Camoflauge over our eyes that's how we do these things,
I run with juvenile, that nigga so wild,
Get buck like the fuck i'm glad i use dial,
Now who the fuck i are? i'm a superstar
Ca$h money rules everything around me bruh
[magnolia shorty]
Shop on that ramp, shop in the lio and josephine,
Shop in that nolia, that valence street and p-s-e,
They got some hot boys that represent that u.p.t.,
And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees
Shop on that ramp, shop in that lio and josephine,
Shop in that nolia, that valence street and p-s-e,
That got some hot boys that represent that u.p.t.,
And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees
Chorus
[crowd of people]
Gert-town, downtown, and holly grove can't fuck with the melph and the calio
I told ya, i told ya, them boys don't want beef with the nolia,
And i warned ya, and i warned ya,
Can't fuck with that 10th ward st. thomas,
And on the v.l., and on the v.l., can't fuck with them boys on v.l.
Apple and eagle so real they come, that's the only real niggas in carrollton,
Gert-town, downtown and holly grove can't fuck with the melph and the calio
I told ya, i told ya, them boys don't want beef with that nolia,
And i warned ya, and i warned ya,
Can't fuck with that 10th ward st. thomas
3rd ward hoe, mac and the melph, calio
3rd ward hoe, mac and the melph, calio
3rd ward hoe, mac and the melph, calio
3rd ward hoe, mac and the melph, calio
[juvenile]
Lights on, mask on creep silent,
Lights gone, we done left your block quiet,
Lights on, mask on creep silent,
Lights gone, we done left your block quiet,
What you niggas know about them 3rd ward thugs?
What you niggas know about them holly grove?
What you niggas know about them hot boy thugs?
What you niggas know about cmr thugs?
Ahhh, you bitch you
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9. _ Spittin' Game
Fresh. slim, baby. hot boys. hot boys in this bitch. check it out.
Turk:
Niggas steady getting chopped
Losin they life behind stupid shit
Ain't that a bitch
Niggas, gettin' they wig split
And it's a shame
Killin' has became a fame
I cannot see my brains layin
On the ground
I keep my 9 on my waistline
Chop 'em down
Picks up the shells could leave no evidence around
And, it's t-shirt land
When niggas ain't playin'
Got a chrome glock got it cocked
Red dot on yo' knot
As i pop
Nonstop
Till you drop
Pronounced dead
On the spot
It's a tragedy when i spin' yo fuckin' block
A nigga, from blackconnect
Will leave ya wet
Fa' sho yo' face is on the next
If ya disrespect
I ain't fakin' it, yo' life i'm takin' it
Hollow points bullets racin' it
Niggas ain't makin' it
When i bust
Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust
If you bust, when i spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue
Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you.
Bullet proof:
16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope
Transportin' ki's in the all black camero
50 g's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a hot boy to the police
And i'm a thug on the street
Yeah i score from slim and b
10 a ki, real og's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 g's
Upt connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all i know
Mansion on washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double r and dr watched by uptown security guards
10 g's a ki, 36 o's a piece
4 and a half, 2 g's, but i'll take 18
Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and green
Flippin' ????? g's, hoopties, to benzies
I get my ki's, from my uncle kc
He's a magnolia soldier
Be in 10 in angola
Shoot out in that 'nolia
Knock ya head off ya shoulders
Juvenile:
I ain't about no playin
When i'm comin' get out the way
Gun play, bussin' a nigga ass on the runway
Head straight back to the hot block
Flight in a half
If i'm out there bad i might cut you in half
Utp tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted
Look i'm a looter, holdin' the ruger
Or a 6 shooter
On tuesdays and thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them people
Staked out the area, and rob the chinese store
Do it like it's legal, i heard heads in power
Bitches want the dope dick children and cop blockers
Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me
I'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too
Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains
Now send ya people
To the tc and we gon' hurt 'em
I'm seein' niggas
Shootin like that heavy on 'bauds and tens
I'm in the chevy with b.g. and our girlfriends
Park 'round the corner leave ya gun and creep slow
Look bitch this ain't the night show, lay it down hoe
Ya think i'm playin, ask baby and slim how i can
Hook me up i don't have time for no games
Look here i stompin in this bitch
I'm chompin' a new fit
I'm bound to snatch a hoe and make her monkey on this dick
Look at what ya facin partner
A whole nation
Of niggas that's mind damaged
????? paper chasin'
With that iron i'ma roll wit em
Mama don't pray for me i don't back down from no nigga
They got a place for me
Lil wayne:
See i want millions, hundreds and big thousands
Tryin' to rain clout and third ward public housin'
Uptown streets is where all my ends meet
Give me 9 9 g tryin' to see my destiny
I do it all to ball drop the phone if i call
See i'm livin' real large eventhough i'm real small
But don't let that fool ya
Money rules everything around me
Creepin up silent behind ya that's where ya find me
I ain't hear for a lil
I want the whole damn spot
I cock my glock and have ya plot so i turn out to the top
Nigga be runnin' with money
Things you doin' i done done it
9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin
Slugs hummin' chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser
Infrared fled big bread money maker
Pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper
Big ballin' life taker for big caker
Ben franklin, bank televancin' big bankin
Bust 'em ???? em, left stankin' ship sankin'
Ain't no such thing like see another nigga come up
But if i don't know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff
Call it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own
See how quick model homes leave home and ????
Roam to the top, slip up and get buck
Get out my way, fo' i spray
I'm tryin' to live up
B.g.:
Young thugger, baby gangsta
Thug or get popped
Off top
Aim my pistol straight for head shots
I release the safety, if ya chase me
Best waste me
Don't hunt bitch down in ya way
Or ya make me
Reverse the game and wax that ass
Stop you from playin'
I clear yo block on that ass
Nigga wonder why i stress
Uptowns the place
It's the best
We got weapons that'll go through ya vest
Get left wet
Disrespect it's beef fo sho
Got back up, from the mac melph calio
You got coke, and don't wanna go broke
Vl it
Cuz around me bitch i'm doin bad ya can't sell it
B.g. terrorize
4 niggas ya dig
Bitch niggas get split
If you got change on ya wig
I'll take the hit
Real fast and quick
226 my clique cash money the shit
Project heroes
Bout 6 zeroes
Makin' records is the front we got 10 kilos
Unload reload
If ya ball you fall
If i jack you i don't want half i want all
Stand tall for mine
Nuts hang i'm real
My skills outstandin'
Kill or be killed
Niggas out to give me the blues
Let 'em kill me, i refuse
I'm down for killing
But the one of <edited> i was accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So what ya self cuz i'm down to act a donkey
In the n.o. town, jackers 3, 4 deep
Put ya sleep if ya playin' wit a qb
Bitch
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10. _ Livin In The Projects
First (only) verse:
I'm a nigga from the third with a helluva nerve,
And if you cross my line then you will get served,
I win, lose, or die this happens everyday,
Muthafuckas get killed in this game i play
I put these hands on a nigga cuz he talk too much,
He told my business to a bitch, i had to fuck him up
When i confronted this nigga, he got highly upset,
Took off his shirt, booted up, then looked down to my chest,
So i slammed his ass, the nigga started to kick,
I went to stompin' in his face, fuckin' up his shit,
Gave him a good ass whippin', then i started to steppin',
I saw him reachin' in his pants, i seen he was stressin',
The niggas was stuntin', but i had mine,
Five times through the chest, family outside cryin',
On the way back home, i saw this sharp ass lady,
Polo down, hair fixed, and some gold earrings,
I asked just where she's headed, she said "7th ward",
Release the fine bitch out the st. bernard,
She hopped in the ride, i take the hoe to popeye's,
Got a three piece white, cold drink, and small fries
The hoe got full, we went to the rochambeaux,
Took off her clothes and bust three nuts and after that i was through,
Took her halfway home and told the bitch "get on",
Didn't give a fuck about her cuz i gave her the bone,
Everyday somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler,
Niggas roll down the ave., cuz i'm the neighborhood amp,
Fuckin' around with the juvenile and you get your brains blown out,
Cuz that's what livin' all up the project is all about
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11. _ Solja Rags (radio Version)
(helicoptor sound)
Juvenile:
You 'bout dat paper
You on top
You handlin' business
You doin' swell
Down with yo' partners to da finish
Are you willin'
To hit da streetz up and make a killin'
Are you a villain
Pushin' a bentley makin' millions
Do you do your time
Without rattin' on your partners
Do you kill your beef
With a pistol or a chopper
Is you da man
Do you pay all of your bills
Did you make a plan
And won't stop 'till it's fulfilled
Can you handle coke
Can you handle dope
Ain't afraid to go
Even though you know
Ya daddy, look ya
Do you take care of yo' kids
Is it clean in yo' crib
Can't you stand to eat some ribs
Ain't it scandalous how we live
You ball with cash money
Do you like manny fresh
Ain't it jive how i rap
Puttin' new orleans on the map
You brush ya teeth
You on dem hoes
You got dem ree's on ya feet
With them girbauds
Chorus x4:
Then you a solja partner, put up a solja rag!!!
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Juvenile:
Now what's happenin' wit' you
You knockin' them heads off too
You do what a playa do
You work in the rochambeau
You ain't scared to blast
When you got dat iron wit ya
Do ya twerk it fast
You acts a fool
You got ya ski mask
And ya solja rag
Look...
You ready to blow a bag
Can you hustle like it's legal
Can you avoid da people
And hotwire a regal
You 'bout that evil
Look...
You on a ignorant trip
When ya girl get flip
Do you deal with her lip
You like them beamers
You like them benz 500s
You like thmem hummers
You like them big fine womens
You a playa ain't ya
None of these cowards out could fade ya
The ghetto made ya
Dope fiends and junkies raised ya
Do you sleep in suites
Do you go shopping every week
When you hit da streetz
You got dem reeboks on your feet
Chorus
Juvenile:
Is you a paper chaser
You got your block on fire
Remainin' a g
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothin' outta somethin'
You handle your biz
And don't be cryin'
And sufferin'
Your playaz is wit ya
You got your girlfriends wit ya
Since you was a kid,
You was a instant wig-splitter
You twinkle your slug
You ain't no coward huh
You stompin' ya box in the mud
A hot boy microwave oven
Tatooted up, booted up
None of these sissys lovin'
Your windows are tinted
You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it
You don't mess with them nike tennis?
You play with barettas
You got choppers up on the dresser
You sleep in the royal sonesta
You wanna hit vanessa
You believe in god
But can you handle it when its hard
And represent your ward
You be stalkin' the boulevard
Chorus
Then you a solja
Then you a solja
Then you a solja
Then you a solja
You a solja partner, put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Don't be no fag boy!
Put up a solja rag
Come blow a bag boy!
Put up a solja rag
Holla at me boy
Put up a solja rag
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12. _ Money On The Couch
First verse:
I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams,
My coke organization still infestin' the land,
No joke, built my mama an estate in the bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by big timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise, i had to sacrifice for the glamourous life,
Don p. for breakfast, benz, stretches, and lexus,
Distribution of coke from louisiana to texas,
Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that i made it,
Now my name is implicated with the greatest
Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and b.b.h.,
Brand new mercedes, parked in front of my new estate,
Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate,
Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects,
Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks,
But i gets pissed and send hits, don't fuck with my shit
Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with,
Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? well say somethin'
Nine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction,
Continue to hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope at?
Crackers can get the bauds at, because i'm pro black,
Think i'm a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal,
Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner,
I'm sure he would have gone before the judge
With somethin' concrete, to send me, cuz
He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a thug,
Told my bitch i want him dead,
Bring me his head, fill him with lead,
Heard what i said? don't betray me,
I'll put you on the streets and make you weak,
With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth,
And built you a home next to the beach,
And luxury cars we creep
Here's the nine, i don't have time, make it discreet
Chorus:
Money on the couch, nigga
Gimme everything, i'll pay your house, nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch, nigga
Gimme everything, i'll pay your house, nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, nigga
Second verse:
I know that my cousin lil' kerzaw,
He sold up outta his backyard,
And sold up shit, from the seventeen all the way up to the ninth ward,
You know he rolls up in the caddy,
It's about that time to go roasts and vogue,
I'ma go on the passenger side, fuckin' with every last hoe,
Nigga russ was up in that car shop,
Ready to get all the seats fixed,
Let me go scope me a kneefit, so i can go out to the freaknik,
Shit, i'm the lyrical genius,
Drop down on your knees to the penis,
The nigga be talkin' the shit about my family, but i never did seen it
I'm larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges,
And i still got somethin' stashed in the garages,
Y'all is petty, it's gone take two to fill my stamina,
When i pass the camera, flash, fuck the amateurs,
Ya better be top notch, or i'ma cock my rhyme glock,
To wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on your tumor,
Chorus
Third verse:
I'm straight from the ghetto, the mac they make the foes shake,
Then i left that spot and i went to the t, where the triflin' hoes play,
They comin' to me and, they blowin' that funky fire,
I'm grabbin' a beer and, them blunts be gettin' me higher,
Due to my clique i walked to the front door,
Hope it ain't them po-po's,
I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind,
"what i have to run for?",
Nobody would want to test me,
Especially comin' to arrest me,
Old body and soul, it's a must i leave you cold,
Keep it chilly chilly, when i'm jigglin' jigglin' money,
Some niggas say okay, but you can say no way,
I'm drinkin' for honey,
If i wouldn't be kickin' these rhymes so funky,
You and your crew would never have bought my shit like junkies,
A part of a "ki" is all that i need,
To get on my feet, up outta the weed,
The capital "c", i do it for weed, and even a "g" for slangin' them kis,
I'm puttin' in it your face, juvenile lookin' for a bitch now,
Don't have no time for no foreplay, i'm simply gonna lay this dick down
Niggas be comin' with dope lines,
Gimme the chance i'ma flow mine,
I'm tearin' this bitch up in no time,
No fuckin' ya up cuz you know i'm,
Funky like a club that's filled up with fat men fartin',
And never a bad thought in my mind, cuz i'm steadily plottin'
Chorus
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13. _ Hide Out Or Ride Out
(lil' wayne)
I strike a load
You get served like we toke with
Fake busta get smoked with
Aproach it
I explode it
Unload it
Reload it
Unload again
And pull another left hand
Fifty shots to win
I can't lose its impossible
Plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin' you
I be 'bout strings hittin' the beef gigga head
Then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet
Jet
Off the scene with the uptown fighter
Red dot sighters
All week night flighters
I'm a get ya', when ya' least expect it
Cock the glock jacket
A vest can't protect it
Boy, is ya' ready
I'll leave yo' set wetted
Slugs flyin' high, got yo' body real heavy
You can't move, ya' got buff
Now your stuck
Left wayne on the set, and yo' boys to pick you up
Out cold
Head swoll
Eyes closed
I know for sure
You ain't gon' test me no more
Yo' block tore
Yo' family in black clothes
You got blowed
And in ya chest is many holes
This goes
For lataranza elmo
I show
How uptown niggas roll
Ya' big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
Automatic, black chopper trigger pullin'
That's how we be
Loadin' clips then release
Eight deep
In the three-hundred e
Leather seats
And in the trunk artillery
Up the streets
Where i started sure ain't for me
The b.g.
That's the name i go by
Test me
You die s kangol y
Hide out
At the club, slide out
Ride out
Yo' block 'bout to die out
Move ya' people
I'm burnin' down the whole streets
The night creepers
'bout to heat our enemies
Lights off masks on, creep silense
Lights gone
We done left yo' block wired
Retaliate
Wait
No your not boy
'cuz i'm a hot boy
Nine milli cock boy
Chopper gunnin'
Hoes scared of slugs, runnin'
Start movin', me and juve (juvenile) e be comin'
(juvenile)
We left yo' brain sick
Up with a chopper (a.k. 47) splittin' the bricks
A young black crucifix
Up in the dirt i be knockin' dicks
Smooth and beretically, my pockets
Rocket
To six figures
And polverizin' niggas
Pullin'
A.k.'s and two triggers
My potn's stand on the side of me
They only come out at night
Them deamons got me on a flight
Duck tapin' and takin' life
Or even worse
It could be three o'clock, on a sunday by church
Yo' brains might have to burst
You shouldn't have fucked with me first
Since them bullets was cappin'
Adam's apples i'm scoutin'
Got richer penintentiary ward
For the national guard to come get 'em
Very seldom do you see me, when you do
What do you do
Bust back, better be a head shot
If not it's you
I'm comin' around the corner
'bout to pulla meatball on ya'
Purses like a coat
And them houses in calico
Me and lil turk heard of a merger
On a murder
Fifty g's (grand) on his head
What ht fuck did you said
Fifty g's (grands) for sure
That nigga live next door
Call the man
Let the sucker plan
Look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask 'em don't say no more
A hot boy representin' this bitch like black and moe
(turk)
I start to poppin'
Niggas start to droppin'
I'm havin' fatal thoughts,i think i'm fuckin' shell shockin'
Niggas bangin'
Four-five ringin'
In my ear, i'm not scared
'cuz i'm a solja and solja's have no fuckin' fear
In my sleep at night
I'm seeing war fights
Wakin' up thinkin' that a nigga took my fuckin' life
Unnecessary shit
Mind clickin' like a light switch
To pick you up on any nigga or any bitch
Don't give a fuck
Steady bangin' and dodgin'
Camoulflagin'
With the mack alive and
Don't have time for these dog hoes
Goin' through a stage with that chop (chopper) and that four-four
(juvenile)
What's this shit i hear 'bout you boys potna's in crime
If that's true i'll punish you bitches for the last time
Now you gon' shine?
Let me put somethin' on ya' mind
Lil' cowards takin' hits
And protecting shit
It's a for sure thang
I'm a brang
Or i'm a wet ya
Best to be 'bout yo' business, if not, god bless ya
Look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn't strong
That's when we do ya wrong
They both come and they gone
Off-toppers
I'm a get with you and ya' potna's (patners)
T.c., l.d., and williard street with choppers
Drama hittin' a niggas cash
We play it right though
I'm comin' to get a niggas ass
Like i'm them white folks
Look, better be 'bout it
If not better be rowdy
It's all in yo' mind, ha?
You gon' shine, ha?
I doubt it
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14. _ That's How It Be Happenin'
That's how it be happenin'
That's how it be happenin'
That's how it be happenin'
That's how it be happenin'
Now dis fool name of terrel
Seems he was doin' swell
Over tha years where he sell
Was betta than clientele
My niggas was gettin' big
He slung eva since a kid
And always got glamour rides for all of tha shit he did
He had a bad attitude
Nigga selfish and rude
One day he got in a fight in gloom and he gone killed a dude
Thats when a.t.f. got hot
Surveillance up on tha block
They knew he was runnin' shop
But dis nigga wouldn't stop
Terrel was a knucklehead
He said mothafuck a fed
Look come if you wanna come and off with you bitches head
Surely dem people came
Git down on yo face and hand
They took tha dope and choked terrel wit a rope man
He thought he would go to jail
5-0 took tha bitch to hell
They took tha dope and said he got crossed in drug sale
[chorus] [that's how it be happenin'
That's how it be happenin'
I tried to warn my nigga but dem people but they snatched him
That's how it be happenin'
That's how it be happenin'
I tried to warn my nigga but dem people but they snatched him]
Tha next one is sharolin
Addicted to heroin
Gave birth to her son at 15 and now she scared of him
Look he was a balla' so
That made her a stupid ho
I heard he sold his dope out a house in the caliope
Stung her for much furl
Then shot it up his arm
Dat dope busst her heart and thats how sharolin left the world
Now guess what her son use
He snorted boy(heroin) too
He robbed some nigga dat brung drama to his whole crew
Dat multiplied enemies
One of em' slangin' keys
And they got boys who got boys that strapped with artillery's
Now he done on his knees
Beggin' lord help me please
Dat nite he got on dat dope and went out he was off his knees
Walkin' without a gun
They caught him roun' hit and run
Pulled out dat tommy gun
Knockin' holes in his fuckin' lung
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Nigga done throwed the cross
And the boss
Be the nigga steped on
So he hired 5 killas that snort up that heroin
To keep his self from being affected
Whoeva mentioned his name got they head-bust on next shit
That next hit
He sent was up in the 2nd line
Dat lexus pulled up shells started flyin
People started runnin' and cryin' lyin'
In tha street was tha one that they came for
Bystanders got hit up so a kid in this drug war
That was five
So she couldn't survive
Homicides said where they at
It happenin' on our side
But in dem' killas' eyes, they on dat dope so it ain't nothin
Reincarnation is the subject of that discussion
Shit somebody snitch dem people found tha location
Caught 2 out of tha 5 tha they got me down at tha station
Boss man say fuck dem niggas and show nuts
One of dem niggas snitch one of dem nigga hush
Now tha boss gotta pack up shop and leave town
Cuz dem niggas that he know upstate a shank him down
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He's mad cuz we bumped him
My nigga jeff they jumped him
I know one of dem niggas and when i catch em i'm gon' stump him
Look aw dis heart hea' don't pump no pussy
I'll be forced to do something real bad if you try and push me
I went to see my nigga zoe but he told me "ain't nothin"
I say man dis long way i came in wit somethin'
He came out wit one i say what is these called silver-sacks
He told me no stupid-ass
We call dem my nickel bags
I bus one up wit him cuz he my nagua
At two in the mornin' some niggas was standin' beside us
One of dem niggas had a glock i heard him cock it
He told us shat the fuck up and empty out cho' pockets
I droped it
They grabbed it and got ghosted and layed low
That jackin' happend so fast it fucked up my head zoe
Juvenile talkin......
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