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J-U-V-E, no breed, no other like me
Fans like is he really gonna drop that? Point of degree, you ain't never gonna top that He ain't the same but he still got flo' Guess I gotta flo', just a little bit mo' It's gonna be a Juvie nation, call this rejuvenation It's too much of the fake out Gotta get the real out before they stake out Put the kids in the safe house Cake out, pull the champ and the stakes out I am my dreams, my plans Lemme in, lemme in, goddamn Still alone, my shit, lil' nigga, whatchu mean? I quit If you a Pitbull, I'm Mike Vick I'll bury your ass right quick It's early in the morning, y'all sleepin', I'm moanin' Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's early in the morning, y'all sleepin', I'm moanin' Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up You don't want none, there won't be none You stop acting like a bitch you won't be one You don't want none, there won't be none You stop acting like a bitch you won't be one Right now I just wanna say to everyone That I appreciate the fact that y'all took a little time Out of your business schedule to go and get the album And I promise you'll love the sound and the quality of this motherfucker You understand me, Juve N-O-L-A, niggas droppin' like flies everyday Who's next? Can't say Gotta cover my dough, I can't play Be smart, you could move more weight Be sharp, you could lose your face It's like that when they hate you Gotta show 'em you're a ape too Handle business in the night and the day too A big dog in the hood, how they rate you A beast like me, I'm G Real as the Buddha in front of my I.D MAG 3 Watch me, y'all follow my lead My hood, my scent I can't leave, it might be in my debt Watcha mean leave? Nigga, not yet I ain't ready, I ain't seen my check It's early in the morning, y'all sleepin', I'm moanin' Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's early in the morning, y'all sleepin', I'm moanin' Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up You don't want none, there won't be none You stop acting like a bitch you won't be one You don't want none, there won't be none You stop acting like a bitch you won't be one |
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Y'all think broke look cool, man
Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it I am Magnolia official, I played the Ave for years They talkin' 'bout me like when Shaq went to the Cavaliers I keep the wit me, just call me prince of keys Sellin' tobacco and ain't none of my is nicotine A dog gettin' it, how much can a gorilla make? I'm tryna chill, don't wanna have to put on ma killa face I get whatever I wanna, boy, I don't wish it would When I come out, look out, I be sharper then a stick of wood I wish somebody would, I make somebody bleed I cut somebody like three dollars worth of Limburg cheese I lay somebody down, I probably have to do or die Won't nothin' change, I'ma stay gutter like a sewer line Yup, it's manure time, business is picking up When find out I'm the man, they probably give it up No, I ain't new to this money thing, boy, I been a fool You tryin' to chill, I'ma blow up this just like a inner tube Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it I gotta get it so people, get on yo' day jobs Ain't nothin' crowded but the jail houses and graveyards I'm on the corner in the ghetto like a pay-phone I call my baby, like, "Daddy be on the way home" Talk to you later, it's easy to get ya cell tapped And I got powder like a factory full of gel caps I'm ballin' in the game, boy, I need a pair or two I'm walkin' on 'em in my slippers like a pair of Lugz I'm not gone ever lead the way, that's what the preacher said Like I'ma be on the corner at Morgan Freeman age I'm in the streets making connections in them restaurants I'm eatin' tacos and fajitas with the Mexicans Well, I define the definition of what livin' is And anyway you see me out, it's what thanksgiving is You'all some counterfeit papas, I am a real daddy Shoot up the world, I tell it would keep the kids happy Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it I gotta get it, boy, you beefin' over petty change I'm ready, man, I got my fingers in on e'rythang I'm on 'em Dana Danes, puffin' on that Look, I'ma leader, it's one of us up in every game And yeah, I'm fly 'cause I always got that eagle on me I pop a watch how quick he call the people on me This is an act and not in it to receive a Tony I'm over here with all the cheese and I don't see baloney Give a, what? I be talking mad to 'em They say I'm dodo like a kindergarten's bathroom I'm in a yellow Chevy thang with the doors up I'm smokin', the ashes burnin' my clothes up See them canaries in the grill? Yup, I talk major Look at the light, it's like a Saturday night in Las Vegas Yup, I'ma boss playa 'cause I say I is I chase this money 24 hours everyday out here Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it |
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I Get Plenty Cheese
Plenty Plenty Cheese(x6) While You Niggas Steady Talking, We Be Getting Money. 24/7 On Our Grezzy thats how we hustle, ya. We Be Getting Money. We Be Getting Money. We Be Getting Money. Over Here We Getting Money.(x2) |
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A nigga feeling right, right now
I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now Yeah, I'm feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the weed rolled up, bad bitch in the car right now And I'm chasing that money Gotta get it right now, right now I smoke the best dro, boy, you smoke mint green You need to graduate, you still in the fifth grade You gotta problem, don't you bring it over this way I'm be too high to be worried 'bout what a bitch say Leave me alone when you see me in the night club I'm in my zone and bitch, I'm high as a light bulb I get another drink and then another drink Juvie, you want another drink? What you fucking think? Don't stop pouring 'til I tell you to stop I got a couple bottles more, I'm drinking every drop Whoa, I'm feeling great right now, yeah Go ahead and hate right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now Yeah, I'm feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the weed rolled up, bad bitch in the car right now And I'm chasing that money Gotta get it right now, right now Hey, I just popped off, now I'm 'bout to smoke up Purple kush in the dutch, purple drink in my cup Yeah, I'm feeling right, right now Got my eyes on another nigga wife right now That booty moving, making music got me tuned in And I'm just tryna spend the night, I don't wanna move in Yeah, I'm bagging bitches like groceries She say she sick of lanes? Well, I tell her take a dose of me Betcha I get you right, I'm betta than Tylenol Well, I'll put you to bed, ho, hey you, just nodding off It ain't no secret, I'm a dog, huh, yeah And haters say I'm acting bad, but bitch A nigga feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now Yeah, I'm feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the weed rolled up, bad bitch in the car right now And I'm chasing that money Gotta get it right now, right now I'ma real nigga and I get it on I'm a go getter, I'ma get it 'til I'm gone All these fake niggas, I be shitting on Play with mine, I'ma put a couple in your dome New Orleans is my city, I be putting on I'm at the top while you at the bottom looking on Keep looking on and keep looking good I ain't gon' never change, I'ma keep looking hood I lay a lotta wood, I get a lotta cash I lay a lotta juice, kush in the new Jag I keep a couple hundred grand in the duffel bag In the safe deposit box got another stash I'm from the 13, uptown You know how them uptown niggas get down Them bricks high, but they still pay the price now Drinks, pills and purp, I'm feeling right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now Yeah, I'm feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the weed rolled up, bad bitch in the car right now And I'm chasing that money Gotta get it right now, right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now Yeah, I'm feeling right, right now I got the kush rolled up and the drink in the cup right now A nigga feeling right, right now I got the weed rolled up, bad bitch in the car right now And I'm chasing that money Gotta get it right now, right now |
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(Chorus)- I came from the streets homeboy, I get mine and I gon let you stop my grind. There ain't no way, no way. Imma let a motherfucker come stop me. To getting this cheese to getting this dough. Ain't no way no way imma let a motherfucker come stop me.
Juvenile You can't stop the train little nigga, im a chew chew. Probably ain't feelin like me cos you ain't used too. Living like this cos little wawday you broke. Searchin for a hustle every where dat you go. Lookin like a snail cos you moving too slow, Trying hard as hell, but you need to do more. But that's on you boy, cos imma do juvie. Watch that wawdy you stepped on my guccis. Money don't make me money don't move matta fact money ain't shit to me truely. Haters know I got it, and they say they gonna abuse me bitch. I don't know who the fuck they confuse me wit. Ain't stoppin me from gettin what I usually get. ????????. I don't care how many goons you wit you can mess around and catch a zulu fit. (Chorus) Youngin Ugh 18 young and gettin big money, haha and nigga ain't shit funny. I get money strapped with a ??. It might be under my arm like right guard. I say im in a swamp with white hard. And in that water like a life guard. I'm from the Big Easy ohh But life hard. So when I spit niggas get like lard. I did it like OJ, Made em all stop like a 4-way. No way imma let a motherfucker come stop me. I got Me as sure as I got chu, Im a street fighter like Ryu. Kin and em, left and right im sending them. Splittin with ease, gettin cheese. (Chorus) Kango Slim I said everytime, this gon be my last time. This my last goal this gon be my last grind. Addicted to the shine, streets got me caught up. Hustlin gettin mine that's how I was brought up. Mama always say I shouldn't do the things I do. But mickey d's cant buy me no gucci shoes. Or them louie loafers, or a maybach. I love weed mama 800 for the sack. Im up early I didn't go to sleep last night. Im on the junkie flight tryin to get my fetti right. Im tryin to serve dem hard and your boy too. Those my customers you know who they belong too. Jealous nigga hatin on a niggas pocket. I got product guranteed to make a nigga profit. |
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One undrend percent real with everything i do.
I make shit happen every time i come through. And thats on everything thats on everything. If i aint already did it homie im about to. Haters goin to hate im goin make it with out you. And thats on everything thats on everthing |
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Sing it for 'em Pleasure P
Little mama i know she ready now tell me what i gotta do now Gotta get gotta get my hands on you And by the way that she told me.....shawty doin that damn thingg damn thing Gotta get my hands on you Hands on you Hands on you Gotta get my hands on you Hands on on you Hands on you |
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Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worth while
The precious moments are lost in the tide You know your in your head it ain't what it seems Just close your eyes and you can follow your dreams Listen to your heart when you don't know what to do Listen to your heart (I did this one for my son) and here it calling you Listen to your heart hear the voices in your head Listen to your heart, hear what it says (Verse 1) They about to see me up 'Cuffs up in the precinct The police better be ready to beat me something decent My furniture put out side before the lease end They wouldn't mind if i was dead before 'da weekend I'm Not an actor 'cause I don't know how to pretend When everyone wants you dead, how 'can you keep friends? Complaining to people "HOW I"AM GONNA FEED THEM?" Talkin like they write my raps and i really need them. This is the testament of Ne-No From pennies to quarters to dollars to C notes The author of the book onto which he not be re wrote Food for the thought, something for your ego Make sure to keep yourself surrounded by the right people Take advantage of all the things that life teach you Every dawg gotta say we all equal Follow your heart and get ready for your sequel (Chorus) Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worth while The precious moments are lost in the time You know in your head that it ain't what it seems Just close your eyes and you can follow your dreams Listen to your heart when you don't know what to do Listen to your heart when you hear it callin you Listen to your heart hear the voices in your head Listen to your heart hear what it says (Verse 2) You other cats betta wake up and focus Cause we da only people having funerals if ya notice And junior I'm Not tryin to put ya on the spot light Just don't want ya caught in the chillin on the block life Use an example of yo POPS life Before you play the game you betta find out what the odds like You gotta lot of street smarts and need the books to Study your work and quit worryin what the cooks do Were my sons at? Were my daughters at? They got receivers out there we need quarterbacks In this world everybody plays a part fam If you confused just follow whats in your heart man (Chorus) Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worth while The precious moments are lost in the time You know in your head that it ain't what it seems Just close your eyes and you can follow your dreams Listen to your heart WHOOOOOOOO Listen to your heart WHOOOOOOOO Listen to your heart WHOOOOOOOO |
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