Juvenile Hell

Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

Hey yo i'm takin it uptown, and niggaz know my name
Little shorty insane, so feel the pain
And the wrath of the five foot murder
I'm goin out baby uzi, style
Catchin bodies like i hit skins
The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard
More four-five, motherfucker die
My crew is live and real with a street deal
Automatic causin havoc when i hit
I flip and rip shop i'm on some homicidal shit
Little nigga loco, catchin bodies on a solo
Props for killin cops i'm hellbound
I'm on a motherfuckin mission, i'm goin at it
You want a freestyle kid i'm wilder than the penile
Back up off me, give me room to breathe
And you takin up my spot? nigga please
I'm as bad as they come, there ain't nuttin good
Used to be a gentleman but you can call me hood
Matter fact, fuck that kid, you know my name
Peace i'm audi, me and my motherfuckin crw

Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

Ah one two, microphone check, who's next?
The five foot three, time to catch wreck
Set the situation motivate your mind
I'ma, step ahead and not a step behind
Bass now come again, checkin for the little lyrical
?? and chat be milky like cereal
Poof i make you move when i move i bet i make you
Buck i make you bugged as i kick the mega flavor
So i'm the kid just slippin the slang
What's my name, what's my motherfuckin name?
Fight, i make a fight motherfuckin buckwild
Shootin niggaz up like it's goin out of style
So rusty ?? sharpen up your blades
Load up the clip, take a sip, what's the flav
I roll the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, i get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall i say more?
A real lil nigga with real motherfuckin skills
Far from weak, so get off the fuckin deals
Do the do cause i'ma do mines too
Just chillin with my crew, peep the flavor

Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

[prodigy]
Check it
My man hav' got my back with the tec 20
To shoot em up if the niggaz get funny
My shit is real, i had to pioneer in this
Around the way, all the fake niggaz fear this
Paragraphs bust your membrane
On and on i bust through like teflon
The little p, is not to be stepped upon
And if you think so kid then you're dead wrong
Little, far from big, yo a type small kid
P, i represent the brothers from queensbridge
To make a long rhyme short i smoke weed
Sip a forty, yo fuck the court
So bad they tried to lock me in a group home
Prodigy's hard but fuck it i can rip a ??
I catch wreck with the einstein's intellect
And get stupid like a stimulated dummies mix
Feel the wrath, feel the aftermath
Even if you tooken notes, kid you couldn't pass the class
I keep a loosey in the chamber, cause beef got me shook down
Paranoid, ain't got no time to fuck around
So bypass the clock when it's time to go at it
So we can pop em off if the chumps want static

..

Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

[havoc]
Check it
When i rap i kill mics like a nuke blast
Little hav's the man, the man gettin van damme
Buckwild, rockin with much style
Check it as i wreck it, strip ya buttnaked
Pause and stand still while i just split a phil'
And double up on ki's and make somethin like a half-mil
Shorty's in it to get paid
No doubt, i got clout with the females
Put it in detail and write it
And if you ain't givin pussy, then bitch you ain't invited
I'm on some other shit that you couldn't fuck with
Destructive, and couldn't give a fuck kid
Little niggaz don't die if they said so they lied
Immediate death to those who tried
The dark-skinned brother, unlike the others
When niggaz see my crew, they know to burn rubber

..

The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heat
Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face
Little shorty flip the script, huh
On any punk ass nigga or bitch
The little brown skin buddha sucker, little motherfucker
I dwell, in juvenile hell (yea yea)
I got the shit that make you wanna catch a body quick
Fuck em up, bust em down, queensbridge style
Street corner thug, my title neighborhood partygoer
Noreaga was my idle (yea)
So what you wanna do nigga
My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways
I got mad props, for killin cops
Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good
My twenty-five weighs a ton so run
I'm cockin back on your black ass b and it's like that

Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4x)

Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the phillie
I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully
What now, coward ass nigga - you ain't tough
Fakin jax, i'ma call your motherfuckin bluff
Niggaz that violate get me vexed
Son got the mac, noyd got the tec
I'm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up
Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three g's
Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound
(??) yeah kid, you know i got dat
Jump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep
? on my vest in case niggaz wanna shoot me
Niggaz blazin at my ride, but i don't give a fuck
Cause i retaliate, with the bullshit two-five
It's only right, that i represent
Sip on the e&j, straight fuck around and get mega bent
Me and my crew, wild for days
Burn up the stage like a motherfuckin heat wave
Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain
Niggaz try to front, but they know my motherfuckin name
Straight from the bridge, yeah, you know my style kid
I have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid

[ragga chatta - can't make it out]

[big noyd]
Blowin niggaz out the frame, yes it's part of the game
If your style ain't fit, you need to flip the script
And get on it, you might think it's all about that bullshit
But shit get real, with a mac and two clips
Niggaz with a hoodie, hmm, somethin's up
Thought you heard a scream, and next i heard a buck
Bow, i knelt down, one knee on the ground
I pull out the glock and twin pull out the four pound
Shit is real sprayin rocks on the block
If you wanna carry g's you got to carry a glock
And go all out, get down for your crown, don't fuck around
Nigga tried to front, believe me get beat down
And turn around get popped with the glock in a sec
While your man got the tec to his fuckin neck
You know my style kid, you know i'm wild kid
Don't try to front that make me flip and catch a damn bid
Representin from the 'bridge, you know how it is
My name is big noyd, stomp em out kid

[mobb deep chorus while big noyd speaks]
Knowhati'msayin? big noyd in the motherfuckin house
Representin from the queensbridge housin
My man big twin, knahmsayin, vic nice
?? like that
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it flowin check it out
Shout out to my motherfuckin goodfella
We got my man ?, rapper g
??, knahmsayin? stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em out

Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways

Project hallways, the project hallways..
Project hallways, the project hallways..

Step in to my highrise hell
You gots to be on the up and up
Watch your back, pump your crack
But don't forget to re-up
A burner's your god and you pray to it all day
Then at night, you catch a body
But it's just the shit you got to do
Cause if you wasn't watchin, they'd catch your ass too
You gotta go all out if you want props
Or you can just kill a man, and it's the same for cops
Now you want a little fame from the drug game
Whether you shoot em up, or pump cracks, it's all the same
But fuck it you're in it to win it
Fat uptown, cookies in the rocks, your spot's hot
Now you're livin the life of a project sad song
Makin your loot from all the right wrongs
But that's the way it goes when you choose your path
And you might just, feel the pain of a tec 22 blast
All out war, with niggaz from the next block
You're pullin out the glock, to shut em down
Now you're mr. big shot in your tribe
Niggaz know your name from mt. vernon, to southside
Comin from the streets of fright
Where the only thing you'll know is how to roll it up right
And load it up, tight, you're startin a block war
Nigga pull the trigga if you want a little more
Frank nitty style, buckwild
Thirty-eight slugs from uptown thugs
No question, you're true to the game
Since the age of a little brand nubian
From skelly tops to props ? and all that
Now you're puttin your block on the map
A role model to the petty drug dealers
Banana clip style, my neighborhood's buckwild
You can't forget who you came from
See you later maybe sooner in the project hallways

Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies

A little hellbound nigga, shoot em up, light em up
Pull the trigger, pass the 40 in the project hallways
Runnin through the doorways, back in the days
Just a little snot nosed bastard
Always causin havoc, with a blade
But now it's a burner, used, for murder
Step a little closer and your ass is grass
You better move fast 'fore i kick that ass
Cause i'm sharp like glass, but i won't break
Walk into the project hallways is your big mistake
You little bitch ass nigga, you shoulda known better
You'll get done, did, a kid from the 'bridge
Who gets buck, and couldn't give a fuck about your daze
I'm talkin bout the project hallways

Catchin bodies in the project hallways

Project hallways, chillin in the project hallways
To survive around my way
You gotta play a knuckle game every day
Lost in the shuffle of hardrocks
And knocks on the streets of the uptown blocks
Load the glocks, who got the mox'
A little gun bangin bad-ass project thug
You're in the wrong part of town kid
Mr. buddha on the 13th floor, gimme some more
Sess bag it up real quick kid
Tap the ? shit, the brew, pass the phil'
What's my name? niggaz call me little shorty gets ill
And bag em up on the street corner
And bust em open in the project hallways

Check it out, yo
Around the way kid the sun don't shine
Phillie blunts kid i got what you want and it's time
My dialogue with the project cause motivate
Move, what? i never lose
Freestyle project hallway style
But the shit ain't real unless you got that buddha filled
Chalm, keep me goin on when i perform
Charge the brain, lick em up, that's the name of the game
So it's the move when i move little smooth
On the motherfuckin mission and i just improve
Upstairs, niggaz dyin on the 6th floor
Cause in the projects, shit is mad rough
So take a puff and relax your mind
J.v. crimes, most of the time
You might catch my crew, with a sixty-four brew
Watch your back, cause we're comin through
With a fat sack of 1-2-1 son
And the shit ain't fun, unless i get some
Of the action, little shorty execute
I'm killin niggaz in the hallways
Til there ain't no more left to shoot
So if you can't take the heat, stay out of the ways
Before you 'come a victim of the project hallways

Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways

Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz catchin bodies in the project hallways
Project hallways, the project hallways
Niggaz shoot em up in the project hallways

Bitch ass nigga, yo it's time to pull the trigga
I might be small, but fuck with bein bigga
Niggaz wanna throw with that bullshit but step aside
Pull out the four-five, and kill him motherfuckin dead
Pump his ass with lead
Never fakin moves, motherfucker run the jewels
Buckwild, blowin niggaz out the frame
Matter fact, don't call me shorty, kid you know my name
So next time, you see me, you better duck me
Cause i don't give a fuck g
Catch wreck with the tec then i'm out like quick sex
Who's next, bitch ass nigga?

Bitch ass nigga - nah you don't want none (4x)

Kick it when i'm wicked and all smoked out
The little nigga that gets on your nerves so read about
You say yo shorty trauma, what's all the drama?
I shoot em up like their last name was farmer
Shorty got the death wish, i wish to die
But when i try, it just goes by
You couldn't kill me because i can't kill myself
And if i got beef then i got it for self
And if i catch a body, i catch it for self
To me, murder is good for the health
Little man paranoid, mr. schizophrenic
Thirty-five niggaz wanna funk, don't panic
Just shoot a head up, or take your beatin like a man
Or pull a burner if you want a longer lifespan
That's how i see it if i gotta die so be it
But maybe one day, my luck'll run out though
Until then, i couldn't give a fuck yo
Little shorty one time, i'm goin all out for mines
Cause there won't be a next time
So what you wanna do punk, back up a little
Gimme some space, i'm hittin hearts, street sweeper
A little crazed nigga from the streets
Raised in the ghetto, i'm puttin out heads yo
I'm open, time to catch wreck, put em in check
Snap his neck, grab his loot then jet
Who's next to be a victim - easily ripped up
Get ready to run when i ripped em
Drop to the floor, feel the wrath of the drug war
Call me a thug who gets buck when i want more
Maniac react with a tec 9
Hit me up now cause there won't be a next time
Nah you don't want none

Bitch ass nigga - nah you don't want none (6x)

Who's that nigga standin with the jewels?
Throw on my hood, cock back the tool
Just to get a rep, yea you god damn right
Just lick lick shots cause i don't fuck with fights
Back on the ave, and five-oh arrive
Chalk on the ground where the motherfucker died
Niggaz know who did it but ain't nobody snitchin
No word of to myself, if they do, i'm flippin the script
Settin it off, yo, put em in a dopefiend
And cut em up like protein
The lord of criminal juvenile crimes committed
Set it some bitch-ass nigga, i'm widdit
You couldn't fuck with the skills of the five foot
And all it takes is a set to get your crew shook
You're fucked up, kid your rap styles sucks
I'm bustin niggaz, like my first nut
Should i pull the trigga
Huh, no question

Bitch ass nigga - nah you don't want none (9x)

They got me locked in spofford, the lil juvenile criminal
Two kids approach to put blades to my throat
They like my coat and ask me what i'm gonna do for that
Give it up? huh, you don't believe that
So i threw on my hood, pulled out the banger
Swung it at the kids, that put me in danger
They put away them blades and said,
"why it gotta be like that?"
Cause you get a little ox, and don't know how to act
Yeah, now i got props, and i'm runnin shit
And when it comes to phone time, you don't get none of it
So sit back and just chill
Before you make a lil nigga have to get, ill
Only got a month left, so i gotta be on my best
But yet and still herb niggaz wanna put me to the test
So i wild, with a blade and a kool-aid smile
Let the juvenile catch wreck for a sec
Damn, i wish i could put my hands on a
Nice-ass tec, and blow a nigga to babylon
But if you don't, got a knuckle game that's a damn shame
Nigga ? for, they got you washin drawers
But i refuse, cause i got nuttin to lose
Props i gotta earn, plus i gotta pay my dues
So in the meantime, i got a ox in my pocket
They got me locked in spofford

Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down

To spofford, and jv's worse than rikers
Adolescents that ball hardcore
With the criminal minded juveniles
The real lil niggaz step out of the piles
And i'm not takin no shorts while i'm up here
Spit em up, gem stars, but ain't no scars here
Protective custody's got mines
No type of help, i'm in here for self
And so i got locked up on a one to two
On the bus, catchin beef with mad crews
Run my shoes, fuck that, i'm goin out kid
But not too buckwild, cause i gotta finish my bid
Four times, for my peoples up from the 'bridge
Here, it takes a lot of heart to live
Behind bars, child correction
Trapped in the buckwild ? east section
They got me smokin the death sticks
Niggaz got me fightin for my life, cause shit is real
Shorty kill a man got locked down
You want a buck sixty, you betta betta back down
On the streets a hood, but in here
You're up to no damn good, nigga i wish you would
Try to take mines, and try to shank mines
Shorty corrupt, there's no stoppin me
Even in jail, i tear shit up
And when i get out, it's gonna get worse
The devil in the flesh
I'm puttin hammers on a hearse
So while i'm in here, don't forget my name
Ain't shit changed, i'm still the motherfuckin same
I couldn't bitch up when i got here
Cell wreck, i got shit locked here
One more month i'm goin uptown
To the big pen, and i'ma still win
Cause jail is my life, and i like it here
Ain't no rules, you can do what you like in here
Jailhouse blues, i miss the ghetto
C.o.'s think they're five-oh's with no heat
So what am i to do when they step
Put em in check, and throw hands with a redneck
And now i got a little crew to watch my back
Lunchtime comes huh, you ain't gettin none of that
Cause i got shit sewn up real tight
Not one bit of fright, while i'm locked in spofford

Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down