Juvenile [Rap]

(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.

[Juvenile]
From N.Y. to the motherfuckin N.O.
{Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?} What's up Envy nigga?

Hey, hey, nigga what's up?
His body get bucked so put some Hennessy in a cup
I'ma snatch me a hoe before I leave this bitch
Tell the DJ he better play my shit
That shit right there, is platinum off the top
You already know my reputation, I will fuck with the cops
Whatever I'm at, guns and drugs involved
That gangsta shit bouncin from wall to wall
Women got in free and it's six to one
I'm fuckin some before it's done
If I don't know shit I know how to get that green
Like gettin them for 20, sellin them for 15
I got six hoes, that love me right
They'll love you too, if you're payin me right
I'm not that kind of cat that'll write books
but I could paint a picture in the ghetto on a lightpost {Desert, Storm}

[Chorus 2X: Petey Pablo]
Come if you wanna come! (Yes sir!)
Jump if you wanna jump! (Yes sir!)
Bring it if you wanna bring it! (Yes sir!)
C'mon nigga, c'mon! (Yes sir!)
Come if you wanna come! (Yes sir!)
Jump if you wanna jump! (Yes sir!)
Bring it if you wanna bring it! (Yes sir!)
C'mon nigga, C'MON! (Yes sir!)

[Petey Pablo]
HEYYYY baby, you seen who's that came in the do'?
Ain't that that Carolina nigga they say that's outta control?
I'm off the rocker nothin can stop me, I'm HOTTER THAN HOT
Then got the Juvenile sweat the whole game around, YOU BETTER WATCH HIM
'Fore I fuck around and come to your house
Park in your momma flowers and cuss the BIRD NIGGA TO COME OUT
I'm crazy baby, I'm wild
I don't know if you heard about it but baby I been this way for a while
I got some NEW SCHOOL
The cables that supposed to be ATTACHED TO THE SCREWS
That done come loose and I don't know what to hook 'em to
Juve', Juve' - you better tell 'em what this thang'll do
SOUTHSIDE, RIDE OR DIE, fool who you talkin to? (YOU!)
I got enough to go 'round, my shit'll hit you from Uptown
And you know I'm from North Carolina!
Lay 'em down for real - a done deal, done deal
Pigeon-toed, long nose, bald headed NIGGA!

[Chorus]

[Envy - over Chorus]
Yeah, fat shout, whole Down South, Midwest.. whaaaaaaaaaaaat?

[Coke]
I'm the newer headbussa, baller bitch, bread toucher
Caddy white trucker, dropper, red gutter
Shut down the summer and ranger's newcomer
Ice blue and the rims look like cucumbers
I'm a hustler I serve the fiends
When it's ready I turn that light on like Krispy Kreme man
Set up shop, O.T. in small farms
Like I got that dope and her-on, ear from hair on
Y'all don't really want no beef with I
I'm at your crib ith the ratchet like Allen I.
So you could jump if you want {FUCKA!}
You get crunk if you want {SUCKA!}
But I got asthma and I always keep the pump fucka {FUCKA!}
Blow your brains on the dash like "Menace"
To identify you they gon' have to call yo' dentist
Coke keys, oasis where the heat be
Holla at a playa in the street, when you need me

[Chorus]

(feat. Skip)

[Intro: Juvenile + Skip]
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot

Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not)
Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not)
They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not)

[Juvenile]
Is you doin ya dirt, they really know ya bout ya work
if they scopin ya turf you goin out there head first
do you know the rules when you got beef with a fool
can you stick and move and do you sleep with the tool
you in the camp you bout to make you an examp
so when they see the stamp they gon'respect it like a champ
you light in the ass but kind of heavy with the cash
be rollin the grass you still totin the solider rag
you been out there on the grind spendin most of ya time
in a section full of nobody's so you gotta shine
will you bust a head, know how to do it-how to play it
bet a hundred in the field and parlay
can you flip a Z, go back and get a Quater ki
when you rid of that call Rico up and order three
put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it
if you wanna be respected as the G'est

[Chorus: Juvenile + Skip]
Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not)
Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not)
They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not)

You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot

[Juvenile]
You like states with pretty hoes in ya face
you hate checks, you just come home on a case
can you make a name-will you be patient in the game
can you state ya claim, and reputation stay the same
will you hold it down when ya lil'homies ain't around
will you hold ya ground like you the only one in town
is you feelin this, you listen to it when you creep
you real in the streets all in the hood with the heat
you ain't tryna joke gotta be real for ya folks
is ya people broke they aggrivate you on the porch
do you sell weed and you don't never make a profit
do you blow big until it hurt you in ya pocket
you just scared to lose cause you a winner all the time
you gotta lot to prove lil'sinner on the grind
put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it
if you wanna be respected as the G'est

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Do you G's up when it's a dime in ya grill
do you freeze up when it's that time for a kill
if they pop at you is you gon'pop back at 'em
you gon'stay away from niggaz if they rattin
wanna ride swoll pull up on 24 flats
can you get a hoe without you throwin her a stack
is you callin shots can you stay away from the cops
you know how to stop you be inside when it's hot
you from the East, you from the West, you from the South
you from the North, or the Midwest what you about
can you twist a gar without you fuckin up the road
did you get a car just to be stuntin for the hoes
you been out here and it's ya time for a lick
do you know this year as you aknowledgin the shit
put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it
if you wanna be respected as the G'est

[Chorus]

(feat. Skip)

[Intro: Juvenile + Skip]
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot

Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not)
Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not)
They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not)

[Juvenile]
Is you doin ya dirt, they really know ya bout ya work
if they scopin ya turf you goin out there head first
do you know the rules when you got beef with a fool
can you stick and move and do you sleep with the tool
you in the camp you bout to make you an examp
so when they see the stamp they gon'respect it like a champ
you light in the ass but kind of heavy with the cash
be rollin the grass you still totin the solider rag
you been out there on the grind spendin most of ya time
in a section full of nobody's so you gotta shine
will you bust a head, know how to do it-how to play it
bet a hundred in the field and parlay
can you flip a Z, go back and get a Quater ki
when you rid of that call Rico up and order three
put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it
if you wanna be respected as the G'est

[Chorus: Juvenile + Skip]
Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not)
Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not)
They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not)

You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot

[Juvenile]
You like states with pretty hoes in ya face
you hate checks, you just come home on a case
can you make a name-will you be patient in the game
can you state ya claim, and reputation stay the same
will you hold it down when ya lil'homies ain't around
will you hold ya ground like you the only one in town
is you feelin this, you listen to it when you creep
you real in the streets all in the hood with the heat
you ain't tryna joke gotta be real for ya folks
is ya people broke they aggrivate you on the porch
do you sell weed and you don't never make a profit
do you blow big until it hurt you in ya pocket
you just scared to lose cause you a winner all the time
you gotta lot to prove lil'sinner on the grind
put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it
if you wanna be respected as the G'est

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Do you G's up when it's a dime in ya grill
do you freeze up when it's that time for a kill
if they pop at you is you gon'pop back at 'em
you gon'stay away from niggaz if they rattin
wanna ride swoll pull up on 24 flats
can you get a hoe without you throwin her a stack
is you callin shots can you stay away from the cops
you know how to stop you be inside when it's hot
you from the East, you from the West, you from the South
you from the North, or the Midwest what you about
can you twist a gar without you fuckin up the road
did you get a car just to be stuntin for the hoes
you been out here and it's ya time for a lick
do you know this year as you aknowledgin the shit
put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it
if you wanna be respected as the G'est

[Chorus]

(feat. Skip)

[Intro: Juvenile + Skip]
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot

Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not)
Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not)
They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not)

[Juvenile]
Is you doin ya dirt, they really know ya bout ya work
if they scopin ya turf you goin out there head first
do you know the rules when you got beef with a fool
can you stick and move and do you sleep with the tool
you in the camp you bout to make you an examp
so when they see the stamp they gon'respect it like a champ
you light in the ass but kind of heavy with the cash
be rollin the grass you still totin the solider rag
you been out there on the grind spendin most of ya time
in a section full of nobody's so you gotta shine
will you bust a head, know how to do it-how to play it
bet a hundred in the field and parlay
can you flip a Z, go back and get a Quater ki
when you rid of that call Rico up and order three
put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it
if you wanna be respected as the G'est

[Chorus: Juvenile + Skip]
Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not)
Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not)
They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not)

You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot

[Juvenile]
You like states with pretty hoes in ya face
you hate checks, you just come home on a case
can you make a name-will you be patient in the game
can you state ya claim, and reputation stay the same
will you hold it down when ya lil'homies ain't around
will you hold ya ground like you the only one in town
is you feelin this, you listen to it when you creep
you real in the streets all in the hood with the heat
you ain't tryna joke gotta be real for ya folks
is ya people broke they aggrivate you on the porch
do you sell weed and you don't never make a profit
do you blow big until it hurt you in ya pocket
you just scared to lose cause you a winner all the time
you gotta lot to prove lil'sinner on the grind
put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it
if you wanna be respected as the G'est

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Do you G's up when it's a dime in ya grill
do you freeze up when it's that time for a kill
if they pop at you is you gon'pop back at 'em
you gon'stay away from niggaz if they rattin
wanna ride swoll pull up on 24 flats
can you get a hoe without you throwin her a stack
is you callin shots can you stay away from the cops
you know how to stop you be inside when it's hot
you from the East, you from the West, you from the South
you from the North, or the Midwest what you about
can you twist a gar without you fuckin up the road
did you get a car just to be stuntin for the hoes
you been out here and it's ya time for a lick
do you know this year as you aknowledgin the shit
put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it
if you wanna be respected as the G'est

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Girl you're lookin' like a '4 dropped low to the ground
Ooh, I like it when you shake it up and swing it around
Don't stop, ooh, you servin' it now
Have a nigga lookin' for you, searchin' around

I tried to pass you up but you're lookin' so hot
Got my dick gettin' stiffer than a robot
You not lookin' concerned about what a hoe got
You just layin' it down right there in yo' spot
When you pass a nigga, come to a slow stop
Wonderin' how I'm lookin' when the clothes drop
Fresh out of the fingernail and toe shop
Lookin' real, I gotta get her when the hoe pop
She got a shape, ain't nothin' fake, she in the race
Her pretty face, I'd give her a 7 or 8
Or maybe 9 if she really fine
Side and behind with a lady mind
Diamonds, she genuine...

[Chorus]
Let your hair down girl, you already know
(When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?

[Juvenile]
Your big, fine, don't be scared, put your hands up
Give me a minute, you ain't gotta give your man up
In a relationship, I understand, and what?
He ain't focusin' right now, so we CAN fuck
Move - shake - bounce - pop
Pancake it, pull it over at the bus stop
Swing it back around, stop it there and make it wiggle
Put it in reverse and back it up just a little
It ain't your birthday, nope, it ain't your birthday
But I'ma treat you like that, if you can serve me
Girl you a stallion, let me take you to the derby
I bet a hundred that you gon' be up in first place
(Pose - move - stop - walk)
Shit, I think you more finer than the block talk
Ladies, put your hands up if you need to get dropped off
Up even higher if you wanna leave in my car

[Chorus]
Let your hair down girl, you already know
(When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?...

Uh-hu... uh-hu... uh-hu...

[Juvenile]
Like it when you be dressin' all fancy
And your lips be lookin' like candy
Come here and get you a sip of this Brandy
Let me think a size off of what I can see
You musta been eatin' by grannies
Cause that ass lookin' phat in them panties
Tryin' to treat you like one of my family
And I won't be actin' like your man be
I'm the shit lil' mama, just chance me
Cause you're lookin' at a more advanced me
Now drop it, and pop it, and shake it like a dog
Look back at a gangsta when you're catchin' the wall

[Chorus]
Let your hair down girl, you already know
(When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?

[Juvenile]
Girl you're lookin' like a '4 dropped low to the ground
Ooh, I like it when you shake it up and swing it around
Don't stop, ooh, you servin' it now
Have a nigga lookin' for you, searchin' around

I tried to pass you up but you're lookin' so hot
Got my dick gettin' stiffer than a robot
You not lookin' concerned about what a hoe got
You just layin' it down right there in yo' spot
When you pass a nigga, come to a slow stop
Wonderin' how I'm lookin' when the clothes drop
Fresh out of the fingernail and toe shop
Lookin' real, I gotta get her when the hoe pop
She got a shape, ain't nothin' fake, she in the race
Her pretty face, I'd give her a 7 or 8
Or maybe 9 if she really fine
Side and behind with a lady mind
Diamonds, she genuine...

[Chorus]
Let your hair down girl, you already know
(When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?

[Juvenile]
Your big, fine, don't be scared, put your hands up
Give me a minute, you ain't gotta give your man up
In a relationship, I understand, and what?
He ain't focusin' right now, so we CAN fuck
Move - shake - bounce - pop
Pancake it, pull it over at the bus stop
Swing it back around, stop it there and make it wiggle
Put it in reverse and back it up just a little
It ain't your birthday, nope, it ain't your birthday
But I'ma treat you like that, if you can serve me
Girl you a stallion, let me take you to the derby
I bet a hundred that you gon' be up in first place
(Pose - move - stop - walk)
Shit, I think you more finer than the block talk
Ladies, put your hands up if you need to get dropped off
Up even higher if you wanna leave in my car

[Chorus]
Let your hair down girl, you already know
(When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?...

Uh-hu... uh-hu... uh-hu...

[Juvenile]
Like it when you be dressin' all fancy
And your lips be lookin' like candy
Come here and get you a sip of this Brandy
Let me think a size off of what I can see
You musta been eatin' by grannies
Cause that ass lookin' phat in them panties
Tryin' to treat you like one of my family
And I won't be actin' like your man be
I'm the shit lil' mama, just chance me
Cause you're lookin' at a more advanced me
Now drop it, and pop it, and shake it like a dog
Look back at a gangsta when you're catchin' the wall

[Chorus]
Let your hair down girl, you already know
(When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?

[Juvenile]
Girl you're lookin' like a '4 dropped low to the ground
Ooh, I like it when you shake it up and swing it around
Don't stop, ooh, you servin' it now
Have a nigga lookin' for you, searchin' around

I tried to pass you up but you're lookin' so hot
Got my dick gettin' stiffer than a robot
You not lookin' concerned about what a hoe got
You just layin' it down right there in yo' spot
When you pass a nigga, come to a slow stop
Wonderin' how I'm lookin' when the clothes drop
Fresh out of the fingernail and toe shop
Lookin' real, I gotta get her when the hoe pop
She got a shape, ain't nothin' fake, she in the race
Her pretty face, I'd give her a 7 or 8
Or maybe 9 if she really fine
Side and behind with a lady mind
Diamonds, she genuine...

[Chorus]
Let your hair down girl, you already know
(When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?

[Juvenile]
Your big, fine, don't be scared, put your hands up
Give me a minute, you ain't gotta give your man up
In a relationship, I understand, and what?
He ain't focusin' right now, so we CAN fuck
Move - shake - bounce - pop
Pancake it, pull it over at the bus stop
Swing it back around, stop it there and make it wiggle
Put it in reverse and back it up just a little
It ain't your birthday, nope, it ain't your birthday
But I'ma treat you like that, if you can serve me
Girl you a stallion, let me take you to the derby
I bet a hundred that you gon' be up in first place
(Pose - move - stop - walk)
Shit, I think you more finer than the block talk
Ladies, put your hands up if you need to get dropped off
Up even higher if you wanna leave in my car

[Chorus]
Let your hair down girl, you already know
(When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?...

Uh-hu... uh-hu... uh-hu...

[Juvenile]
Like it when you be dressin' all fancy
And your lips be lookin' like candy
Come here and get you a sip of this Brandy
Let me think a size off of what I can see
You musta been eatin' by grannies
Cause that ass lookin' phat in them panties
Tryin' to treat you like one of my family
And I won't be actin' like your man be
I'm the shit lil' mama, just chance me
Cause you're lookin' at a more advanced me
Now drop it, and pop it, and shake it like a dog
Look back at a gangsta when you're catchin' the wall

[Chorus]
Let your hair down girl, you already know
(When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo
Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?

(Biatch - echo) 2X
(Biatch - broken faded echo) 4X
(Constantly in the middle of the verse)

Verse 1 : Bun B

Say, I am all about this bread, all about this cheese
Pimpin' be heldin up man, i breaks em off with the ease
Fuck it, I am all about this paper all about this peston
In case you can't recognise though, you fuckin' with a mack silly
i am all about this chedder all about the dirt so
dont be surprised if you see me straight gettin it off a ho
Stupid, I am all about this duckers and all about this scrillin
i got no reservation bout breakin bitches fo real get it
cause bun b the bring the heat to the fire
you think pimpin aint pimpin youz a motherfuckin liar
Sorry, Messiah the strolling king of the corner
just that i' ll be selling pot, since you was playing pot corner
Lil i am on a mission for for seven figures to four
Straight outta bitch mouth, pussy and her asshole
believe me, as it was told to me thats how i am tellin it
so if anybody buying pussy i'm selling it
Who Need A Bitch!

Chorus : Bun B

If anybody need a bitch then i got one
put her in the drop and you can let her ride shot gun
she can suck your duck while you mash on the gas
so you can take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass
Who need a..
if anybody need a bitch just holla
i got top notch pussy for your bottom white dolla'
we poppin our collars and dustin these gators off
not to mention we brushin these haters off
Now tell me who need a..

Verse 2 : Juvenile

Ooo, ma nigga like me
i'll take it on Victona? and let you work your body
Imma put out APBs for the rank freaks
some bad bitches in here tonite we might need
(Where ma Hoes?) is she really with hittin the tracks
and we dont never have about problem with bringin it back
Nope, she dont back talk me when we up in the Lac
cause she know it aint nothin for me to give her a smack
(Whatchu Need?) I need a bitch that can get up on a plane
Put it up in the pussy and come back on a train
(When did she trip out?) she dont want me to get after her mayne
Callin when she get something cause she know i aint playin
(Its Official!) Ima Pimp bitch you know where the gun be
I'm ridin shot gun with Short dog and Bun B
This game doing time but it be back
They got pussy on the market, where the G's at?

Chorus : Bun B

If anybody need a bitch then i got one
put her in the drop and you can let her ride shot gun
she can suck your duck while you mash on the gas
so you can take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass
Who need a..
if anybody need a bitch just holla
i got top notch pussy for your bottom white dolla'
we poppin our collars and dustin these gators off
not to mention we brushin these haters off
Now tell me who need a..

Verse 3 : Too $hort

Biatch! on your mind
you cant hold back now's the time
Jump in the car and go pick her up
Take her somewhere so you can fuck
if you wanted to you can knock her
All you gotta do is take her shopping
A lil extra cash for her pocket
Next thing you know you'll be fucking...(Biatch Echo)
I like to do the opposite
i charge these hoes when they want some dick
I spit the game and they dont complain
Too $hort baby thats my name
Real players need ladies to have some fun
If i had seven and you had none
I'd give you one, but you gots to pay
Trick motherfucker whatchu say?
You need a Biatch!!

Chorus : Bun B

If anybody need a bitch then i got one
put her in the drop and you can let her ride shot gun
she can suck your duck while you mash on the gas
so you can take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass
Who need a..
if anybody need a bitch just holla
i got top notch pussy for your bottom white dolla'
we poppin our collars and dustin these gators off
not to mention we brushin these haters off
Now tell me who need a..

Too $hort ( Talking)

Yall niggas aint got no hoes
whatchu know about that nigga
Short dogg fuckin with ma boy Bun B ma old school pimpin playa partner
Texas boys ride Biatch!
Oh no, me i dont need no bitches i got too many hoes right now, im trying to get rid of some of these bitches mayne
you need a bitch take this bitch right here...

[Juvenile talking]
Whats up everybody
This your boy Juve The Great
Right here with my people sinister
And we about to take y'all back to the old school
That old school gangster shit
Check this shit out

[Juvenile]
We the only ones with work in the middle of the drought
then them niggaz round the corner come and see what we about
But we don't know they face so we don't want them by the house
But Skipper started bustin when he saw them pullin out
We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin up our vibe
We packed up all our shit and moved it to the other side
Visited our spot this girl was on my dick
She said I love you Juvenile but you know you the shit
I grabbed on my glock its where the fools hang out
I'm only tryin to hustle another change route
But they ain't gettin nothin if I ain't on beam
I'ma leave them niggaz sufferin to find they own things
Workin with plenty for talkin 'bout hoes
I don't give them a penny, they comin out they clothes
Grabbin on my jimmy to see if nigga swole
Have to get it right with this big 'ol totem pole

[Chorus]
Yes I'm thuggin Yes I'm clubbin
I ain't trippin on you look bitch I'm buzzin
Hoes and niggaz I'm not lovin
Fuck what you gettin if I ain't got nothin
What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that
What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that
What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin
What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that

[Juvenile]
We pull up in front the club and my rims was lookin nice
The subwoofers bumpin, I need it in my life
We had a couple of fellas was stuntin with they eyes
We jump out of the Lexus and got they mind right
See I ain't gotta rep cause they know I got chains
You can catch me in that ? boy, that money green thang
Get a fish and shrimp po' boy and go sit on St. James
I'm a playa like my ole boy thats where I get game
Goes start passin cause they want me to see 'em
Ain't givin no action if they want some per diem
I keep a soldier rag from the A.M. to the P.M
My heater in my lap lookin great up in the B-M
I know them niggaz watchin cause they know that I'm buck
But they can catch a hot one for fuckin with a thug
Nothin was poppin so we went in the club
All the hoes started jockin cause they knew who we was

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
The owner wasn't trippin, he let a nigga in an
The place was jumpin and the hoes was grinnin
Not at us though it was at the other women
Some was butterscotch some yellow like lemon
Had a couple of foul ones chicken and pigeons
Some was kinda fine but them bitches didnt listen
Told them meet us outside and hoes got missin
Put it in reverse and went back for more women
Everybody's rollin and you can really see it
Look at how they scopin for somebody to be with
I ain't on shit and Ive been G'in since the 80's
Ain't about goin somewhere probably then "Beat It"
You already knowin the way that I'm rockin
if you anin goin then ain't nothin poppin
Now I'm about to leave cause these niggaz eavesdroppin
I got my heater on me now an I don't have to cock it

[Chorus]

[Juvenile talking]
Whats up everybody
This your boy Juve The Great
Right here with my people sinister
And we about to take y'all back to the old school
That old school gangster shit
Check this shit out

[Juvenile]
We the only ones with work in the middle of the drought
then them niggaz round the corner come and see what we about
But we don't know they face so we don't want them by the house
But Skipper started bustin when he saw them pullin out
We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin up our vibe
We packed up all our shit and moved it to the other side
Visited our spot this girl was on my dick
She said I love you Juvenile but you know you the shit
I grabbed on my glock its where the fools hang out
I'm only tryin to hustle another change route
But they ain't gettin nothin if I ain't on beam
I'ma leave them niggaz sufferin to find they own things
Workin with plenty for talkin 'bout hoes
I don't give them a penny, they comin out they clothes
Grabbin on my jimmy to see if nigga swole
Have to get it right with this big 'ol totem pole

[Chorus]
Yes I'm thuggin Yes I'm clubbin
I ain't trippin on you look bitch I'm buzzin
Hoes and niggaz I'm not lovin
Fuck what you gettin if I ain't got nothin
What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that
What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that
What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin
What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that

[Juvenile]
We pull up in front the club and my rims was lookin nice
The subwoofers bumpin, I need it in my life
We had a couple of fellas was stuntin with they eyes
We jump out of the Lexus and got they mind right
See I ain't gotta rep cause they know I got chains
You can catch me in that ? boy, that money green thang
Get a fish and shrimp po' boy and go sit on St. James
I'm a playa like my ole boy thats where I get game
Goes start passin cause they want me to see 'em
Ain't givin no action if they want some per diem
I keep a soldier rag from the A.M. to the P.M
My heater in my lap lookin great up in the B-M
I know them niggaz watchin cause they know that I'm buck
But they can catch a hot one for fuckin with a thug
Nothin was poppin so we went in the club
All the hoes started jockin cause they knew who we was

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
The owner wasn't trippin, he let a nigga in an
The place was jumpin and the hoes was grinnin
Not at us though it was at the other women
Some was butterscotch some yellow like lemon
Had a couple of foul ones chicken and pigeons
Some was kinda fine but them bitches didnt listen
Told them meet us outside and hoes got missin
Put it in reverse and went back for more women
Everybody's rollin and you can really see it
Look at how they scopin for somebody to be with
I ain't on shit and Ive been G'in since the 80's
Ain't about goin somewhere probably then "Beat It"
You already knowin the way that I'm rockin
if you anin goin then ain't nothin poppin
Now I'm about to leave cause these niggaz eavesdroppin
I got my heater on me now an I don't have to cock it

[Chorus]

(feat. B.G. & Bullet Proof from The Hot Boys)

First Verse [B.G.]

Is you bout what I brang nigga?
Biggety-bang nigga?
Get it through your head before I let it rang nigga
Whoa nigga, you ain't a friend, you a foe,
Hoe nigga, I gotta let the pistol go,
Show niggas, that I ain't the one to blow on,
I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on,
I roll with niggas, that tote big chrome,
Uptown V.L. off top niggas bustin' domes,
Paper chasin', racin', to six figures,
The law bitchin', I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers,
Smokin' niggas, all theyself Locin' niggas,
I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' niggas,
Scopin' niggas, cuz I'm the same broke nigga,
Snort dope but I still maintain sellin' coke,
Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker,
Snort a lil' doper, A.K. toter,
I'm a spittin' I'm a solja,
Take it off your shoulder,
Respect nigga I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder,
Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty,
Respect my fuckin' mind, gotta get my nose dirty,
Playa haters wanna kill me,
Juvenile I know you feel me,
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,
Refuse to let 'em steal me,
Nigga fuck ya, I'ma pluck ya,
Struck ya, wasn't beware of the headbusters

Chorus [Manny Fresh]:

Headbusters, wig splitters, one time,
Hot Boys committin' that crime,
Welcome to the section of the Hot Boys,
Look out for the infrared dot boy

Second Verse [Bullet Proof]:

S.K.'s, choppers, that's how we play,
Ride all day, give up your spot for much yay
I hear ya got it, shop close, we hit'cha block,
Unload the glock, seventeen, we leavin' ya hot,
Bodies drop, no more shop, in this spot,
I made it hot bustin' with the glock non-stop
I'm full of that block, a young G about my cheese,
Jackin' for keys, frontin' back to real G's,
Tryin' to make my mill, freeze, slip you get killed,
The shit's real act a donkey behind a dope house deal,
Straight from Uptown, real niggas we in the Wild,
Yellow tape style, bound to make the nine growl,
Bodies found in the dumpster, by the youngsters,
Shouldn't trust a, Uptown head buster

Chorus

Third Verse [Juvenile]:

Where the villains be, is where I stand,
I'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand
Showin' you bitches the reason, that I'm the man,
I'm stoppin' you hoes from breathin', you understand?
Comin' with that A.K., full of that pure,
A cold night in February I had that bitch like New Year,
You better watch me cuz I be comin',
With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin',
Bitch I'ma represent, my .45 pay the rent,
You bitch you, you fuck with me it's a must you get'cha issue,
I'ma be standin', in the Magnolia with the cannon,
And sure to start damage,
Watchin' these niggas, cuz they donkeys and fools too,
Might look like they spooked, but don't let them niggas fool you,
Every breath that I breathe would be beef, so I snorted,
Then proceeded to make my enemy's life short, bout that,
Pistol play, fuck what a nigga say,
Two-twenty three's then breathe fire out the hallway,
I found myself up in other niggas beef,
Know that them T.C. niggas would die for me,
We probably be,
In an all-black fist full of that bitch,
And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin' to get rich
If in my way, I'm gone funk ya,
Imagine your body deteiorating in a dumpster,
What you gone do? Ain't no runnin' when the Mafia finds ya,
I'ma, UPS your death like the Unibomber,
I can't sleep, I got so much beef in the game,
Every hotel that I change I use an alias name,
Me and B.G. on a hunt, full of that pluck,
Two niggas with pistols, tryin' to make a come up,

Chorus

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)

(feat. Mike Jones & Paul Wall & Skip & Wario)

[Chorus:]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"

[Juvenile:]
This is the year of the U, watch how I get on track
A young black paid man in the rap gettin his snaps
And also, he only rides in the year that he's in
Cause he don't feel the year's bigger than him, so let the boy be
He off the meter with tennis shoes and a white tee
Bitches watchin him thinkin "What if he wife me?"
And it's a certain kind of swagger you get
Especially when you're used to bein the shit, that's if you're older right
All of my boss bitches know the type
When a nigga hug all on ya and he be smellin like a motorbike
A nice fit and video on the TV'll
get her to come out of them B.B.'s, believe me
I'm a thug and I'm a stay on pub'
And I don't bug, cause I carry the strap in the club
I see ya peepin tryin to figure out what's happenin with us
"They love the way I be leanin", that's why they baggin it up.

[Chorus:]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [x2]

[Mike Jones:]
Yeah! Ice Age, Mike Jones!
You know that purple drank I be leanin' my diamonds shinin' and gleamin'
I'm in that dropper with Juve the groupies boppin' and feenin'
I'm from the home of the candy paint, 84's and purple drank
Ladies know when I hit they corner my slabs'll make 'em faint
Ice Age and U.T.P., ball-ballin' as you can see
Crawl-crawlin on 23's, with candy on my HumVee
Hon-ies love the way I talk, love the way I walk
Love the way I lean, they say that I'm so clean.

[Paul Wall:]
I got a lot of money, I got a lot of ice
I got a lot of cars, many colors and lots of types
I got that paper cause I'm caked up like Betty Crocker
Comin' down on choppers single file with all the trunk poppers
Gettin' money's my only task, stack up paper and count cash
I'm ridin' on that pull over silver, the same color as a bad rash
Gettin' full of that puff puff pass, it's Paul Wall man what that do
Swishahouse baby that's my crew, comin' down jammin' on the Screw.

[Chorus:]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [x2]

[Wario:]
Drove over 2 dogs, sittin' on 2 fogs
My rims be talkin' too, they love to seduce hogs
They're dressed in cute clothes, manicured with cute toes
I'm big paper; Wario never stop for group hoes
Oh no I don't scoop those, fly bitches salute those
Fatties with benefits, you know I recruit those
This a Soulja Slim T-Shirt, this ain't no suit hoe
I got ? up under these, not no Timbaland boots.

[Skip:]
I'm sick dog! And there ain't no antidote
Bust your muthafuckin' like a canteloupe
Like Hannibal, woof, I'm an animal
Just cold dickin' the money down huh, ain't it though?
I'm a do my damn thing 'til I can't no mo'
Don't make me pull this damn trigger 'til it ain't no mo'
And don't tell me where you ain't gon' go
I'm a just tell you one time, get to fuck 'til I ain't no mo'.

[Chorus:]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [x2]

(feat. Mike Jones & Paul Wall & Skip & Wario)

[Chorus:]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"

[Juvenile:]
This is the year of the U, watch how I get on track
A young black paid man in the rap gettin his snaps
And also, he only rides in the year that he's in
Cause he don't feel the year's bigger than him, so let the boy be
He off the meter with tennis shoes and a white tee
Bitches watchin him thinkin "What if he wife me?"
And it's a certain kind of swagger you get
Especially when you're used to bein the shit, that's if you're older right
All of my boss bitches know the type
When a nigga hug all on ya and he be smellin like a motorbike
A nice fit and video on the TV'll
get her to come out of them B.B.'s, believe me
I'm a thug and I'm a stay on pub'
And I don't bug, cause I carry the strap in the club
I see ya peepin tryin to figure out what's happenin with us
"They love the way I be leanin", that's why they baggin it up.

[Chorus:]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [x2]

[Mike Jones:]
Yeah! Ice Age, Mike Jones!
You know that purple drank I be leanin' my diamonds shinin' and gleamin'
I'm in that dropper with Juve the groupies boppin' and feenin'
I'm from the home of the candy paint, 84's and purple drank
Ladies know when I hit they corner my slabs'll make 'em faint
Ice Age and U.T.P., ball-ballin' as you can see
Crawl-crawlin on 23's, with candy on my HumVee
Hon-ies love the way I talk, love the way I walk
Love the way I lean, they say that I'm so clean.

[Paul Wall:]
I got a lot of money, I got a lot of ice
I got a lot of cars, many colors and lots of types
I got that paper cause I'm caked up like Betty Crocker
Comin' down on choppers single file with all the trunk poppers
Gettin' money's my only task, stack up paper and count cash
I'm ridin' on that pull over silver, the same color as a bad rash
Gettin' full of that puff puff pass, it's Paul Wall man what that do
Swishahouse baby that's my crew, comin' down jammin' on the Screw.

[Chorus:]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [x2]

[Wario:]
Drove over 2 dogs, sittin' on 2 fogs
My rims be talkin' too, they love to seduce hogs
They're dressed in cute clothes, manicured with cute toes
I'm big paper; Wario never stop for group hoes
Oh no I don't scoop those, fly bitches salute those
Fatties with benefits, you know I recruit those
This a Soulja Slim T-Shirt, this ain't no suit hoe
I got ? up under these, not no Timbaland boots.

[Skip:]
I'm sick dog! And there ain't no antidote
Bust your muthafuckin' like a canteloupe
Like Hannibal, woof, I'm an animal
Just cold dickin' the money down huh, ain't it though?
I'm a do my damn thing 'til I can't no mo'
Don't make me pull this damn trigger 'til it ain't no mo'
And don't tell me where you ain't gon' go
I'm a just tell you one time, get to fuck 'til I ain't no mo'.

[Chorus:]
"Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin"
"All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin"
"They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [x2]

(feat. Hot Boys & Big Tymers)

B.G. & (Baby)
Cash Money slangin nine nigga
(Off top playboy)
H.B's and The B.G.'s
(What's happing little B.G. bring it to these niggas)

(B.G.)
When I got that iron in my hand I'm going to slang it
When I got that drama on my mind I'm going to bring it
I ain't backing down from no nigga that's hatin
If the nigga say I ain't bout my buisness look here he hatin

(Baby)
Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it
If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin
Fuckin wit my H.B's nigga I'm gonna bring it
Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'

(B.G.)
Cause a nigga get stolen
Better yet get takin
Paper is burn
They come fast, ya cant shake it
Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation
That come's from 7 hard years of dedication

(Baby)
Fuckin with B.G. nigga
I'm puttin on your viece and I'm a kill me a nigga
That's believing worth 6 figures we call hard hitters
We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga)

(B.G.)
Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit
But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggas
We see them working on something look here we riders
Ain't like working niggas
Any block with a flussy
That goes for the boss too
We ain't got no picks to choose it
We get cha if we gotta
Wig split cha if we gotta
I know you ain't got word that B.G.'s a rider
So keep it on the D.L
If you got keys don't serve nobody but off V.L
'Cause they play for keeps
A one way ticket to hizell
6 ft. deep
It's a filthy dirty rizell
On the U.P.T
I was raised in the streets
But I put it on my mind
By the time I was nine
I was pushin nigga
I was slangin that nine

(Lil Wayne)
Na, Na, Na, Na
Now them them don't want us
They know me and Turk don't fuss in the corners
They already know that we brothers, Blood
Or whatever you wanna call it
Click up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholics
Plus we ballers
So whatever we spin the Lex or Benz
Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens

(Turk)
Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga)
To the lane
Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying
Run your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayin
Like a nigga on the sideline, nigga we ain't playin

(Lil Wayne)
Na, Na, Na, Na
Now why O why Lord
The nigga wanna try and die Lord

(Turk)
Niggaz wanna learn hard way
Give it to 'em like that
Make 'em suffer
Put that bitch wit a bag

(Juvenile)
I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Who's the muthafucka?"
Nigga Juv's the muthafucka, thata bruise a muthafucka
Either there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks
And I'm gonna kill me a nigga
If they put me in that shit
Look I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folks
Play with me if you want but Cash Money going broke
Even if it means creepin up slow
Busting out shots out my black Volvo
Fo sho, 'cause ain't nobody gonna run me
I don't want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done me
She ain't bring me in the world for that
She ain't raise no ho's
She could have had a girl for that
I been realized, I'm all in
Surrounded by the camoufalge, in ballin
Make a nigga recognize, I'm starvin
Go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin
Cause ain't no peace treaties wodie
You better leave that 45 at your house cause you gonna need it wodie
I told you boy, I'm a souljah boy
U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy

(B.G. Talking)
Slangin nine
Fo sho nigga
That's how we layin it down for the '98 all the way to the '99
Worldwide
Slangin nine
All you bus pass niggas better recognize

(Juvenile Talking)
This on here bouncin all out ya heard me
Ask my nigga Prime nigga
Ask my nigga Lac nigga
Ask my nigga B Dog nigga
Ask Manny
Ask Ruckus
Ask my brother Corey
Ask B.G.'s nigga
Ask Suga Slimm

(B.G. Talking)
You ain't got no muthafuckin heart
Got the butcha knife chillin
Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga
Ah ha, Ah ha
How You Luv That now nigga?
What's up now nigga?
Talk that shit now
What, What's up
I thought we was what kind of boys
Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha

(Juvenile Talking)
I know yall gonna hear me all over the nation
So this is for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, over
the world
Nigga ain't no beef nigga
It's bout money
Nigga if you ain't making no money I can't talk

(B.G. Talking)
Shut the fuck
Nigga ain't got no words for ya
It's all about the fetti

CMR bitch. G -Code nigga, G-code nigga, G-code nigga

Juvenile:
I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I'm a REBEL but I'm still a gorilla (ya understand)
I'll whip ya like the Thrilla Manilla (ya
understand)
You gon' make me have to kill me a nigga (ya
understand)
I'm a be here for a minute lil wodie (ya understand)
Ain't bout to let nobody fuck over me (ya
understand)
I don't need ya playa hatin' on Juvey (ya
understand)
Don't be talkin' about what you gon' do with me (ya
understand)
I'll ride everyday of the week (ya understand)
Ya get ya issue when ya playin' with me (ya
understand)
I'll crawl at the spot that ya sleep (ya understand)
Get with my niggas from the block and we creep (ya
understand)
Load it up cock it back and get ready (ya
understand)
Make sure you be holdin' it steady (ya understand)
We gon' go in there and blow the bitch up (ya
understand)
Soon as we get 'em we gon' all get the fuck (ya
understand)

Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)

Shhhh, be quiet
Tonight is the night that we ride
30 camoflauge Hummers with niggaz inside
with choppers, doin - surgery on bodies like they
doctors

Juvenile:
I know when to get my ass outta Dodge (ya
understand)
Look them people ridin' I'm gonna hide (ya
understand)
I'm a wait until them bitches slow down (ya
understand)
Cuz I ain't tryin' to be jail bound (ya understand)
It ain't over till the fat man fall (ya understand)
I'm just waitin' on the right phone call (ya
understand)
You know them hoes gon' let me know where they at
(ya understand)
Nigga got me I'ma go get em back (ya understand)
One by one they all gonna drop (ya understand)
Right here is where the foolishness stop (ya
understand)
I'm tryin' to get the bullshit over (ya understand)
Cuz I wanna go and chill in the 'Nolia (ya
understand)
We need to get some more ammunition (ya understand)
Cuz somebody's bout to come up missin' (ya
understand)
Now everybody hop in the truck (ya understand)
And when ya see one of them bitches ya bust (ya
understand)

Chorus

Juvenile:
Fuck jumpin' out I'm a slang me some iron(ya
understand)
When I catch them niggas all of 'em dyin' (ya
understand)
Nigga listen up to what we gon' do (ya understand)
I'm about to give the game to you (ya understand)
That's the reason why I came to you (ya understand)
Cuz playin' ain't the thang to do (ya understand)
It ain't that hard I did it before (ya understand)
U just gon' make sure let nobody know (ya
understand)
I'll bet ya them boys wanna rep (ya understand)
They tryin' to get the shit off they chest (ya
understand)
It ain't over lil daddy be cool (ya understand)
Nigga tired of the nigga we through (ya understand)
You know you better stay pretty cool (ya understand)
We bout to go and punish this fool (ya understand)
Hop out the car and let that iron ring ya
understand)
That's the end of this stupid ass thing (ya
understand)

Chorus 2X

Shh be quiet
Shh be quiet

[Juvenile]
I'ma stay thuggin, how I came is how I leave
When I say somethin, best believe that's how it be
Motherfuckers, too - yeah I said it, nigga, I mean it
Bitch was dressed in gangsta and switch, wodie, I seen it
One of these Juvie-fuckin' hoes gon' get you caught up
Me, I wear ReeBoks and Girbauds, and play it smarter
If them boys in tha ben, they go bluckahda on tha block
I'ma be gettin' somewhere, your ass gonna get shot
You paid 1500... I paid 5999
Got diamonds and Rolexes that shine at tha same time
I ain't scared... but I ain't dumb, and I ain't stupid
I know how ta survive in tha project and how ta do shit
If I hit a hustle I ain't tellin' tha biz
'Cause tha witness will tell them people who tha murderer is
Your main man'll put four or five to your wig
Take tha Coke can and throw you off the side of the bridge
Gotta be able to think, gotta know when to move out
Gotta read through the lines, gotta know what these hoes 'bout
Gotta separate your business from your family and friends
Gotta bust a nigga head if he plottin to do you in
I done did dirt, so I know what's tha consequences
Let my shit burst, tryin' ta knock out a nigga denchures
Always keep cool to see through these fools
Cause we do the shit that people see on the news
So, follow me now into a world of stress
Where wodie tryin' ta get it all 'cause he don't settle for less
Ain't satisfied 'til all of his beef is put to rest
Slangin' that iron... with a soldier rag on his neck
And credit for they people in case they wanna connect
He ain't hidin'.. he still ridin'.. in the 'jects
He gotta be willin' to play tha game 'til his death
Nigga bangin'.. hit you in your brain, now who next
I be cool at all times and acknowledge.. when I'm wrong
Shit I went through when tha Feds got my game real small
I'm not tha smartest motherfucker walkin
But I can tell a fake motherfucker when he talkin
My daddy always told me, "Boy, don't be a follower
You got a lot of pride, but some you need to swallow up
You keep that attitude, you won't see tomorrow, bruh"
I soak it up, and got better as a hustler

[Lil' Turk]
I'm a head buster, I'll Strait Up blow u nigga
Young thugger
Fuck up, I show ya, nigga, that I don't play
Keep a K for protection
With fifty... never run without my weapon
I stand out here, tie ducked with bandanas
I show no fear, what'chu 'bout we can handle
I'm real as they came, a untamed guerrilla
'Bout bustin' your brains, whoever be wit'cha
I have no pics, I split your shit
Whoever you with, I'ma split they shit
Ya steal or get stole, wet or get wet
Bust or get bust on, move a chest or lose a chest
Try not to miss when you cock back and shoot
You shoot and miss, then it's all on you
Ain't no game, it's real dog, live or ya die
Real in tha field, dog, ya live or ya die
Even though I'm a lil' bitty nigga
Look, I got big nuts and they hang low, nigga
I ain't scared ta bust
Want beef, let me know.. and look, we can tear this bitch up
You or me.. me or you.. gon' bite tha dust
Wuz up, nigga
Wuz up, nigga
You afraid, go ta church, I ain't scared at all
Lose your head, fuck with Turk, 'cause I'm knockin' it off
I'ma keep my hands clean, ride for some change
Niggas gon' ride for me, niggas that's untamed
Niggas who bang that heroin, or snort that cocaine
Niggas out that project don't mind sprayin' thangs
Fools who that slang that iron for me (When tha beef start)
When tha beef start, ride for me
You ready to ride for me

JUVENILE:
Whoa-ohh-oh-ohh.. Come down ah real b-w-oy..
Little Weezy Wee.. Try and take over all real bwoy now..

JUVENILE: I got a gold 2000 Jag, a customized Cadillac...
MANNIE: I got some shit with 17's on the front, and 20's on the back...
J: My mom in a mansion, and my dad in a truck, playa...
M: My sister had a 2001 tinted and rimmed up...
J: I take care of my baby mama's like we still together...
M: When my brother get out of jail, man, I'ma buy him whatever...
J: Traded in my yellow gold in exchange for white...
M: Y'all saw me at the Source Awards, wasn't that shit like tight?
J: Cartier frames with wood grain on the ear...
M: V.S.O.P. Hennessy, so save y'all fuckin' beers..
J: A die-hard nigga, a 3rd Ward nigga...
M: 7th Ward hardhead, ready for war, nigga...
J: A Cash Money clown, tattooed and scarred nigga...
M: I ain't bitchin up for nar' one of y'all funky ass niggas..
J: Princess cuts, baguettes and marquises.. What that say?
M: "Bad Motherfucka" in baguettes in Chinese.

CHORUS (2x)
MANNIE: Sunshineeeee....
BABY: In the middle of the night!
MANNIE: Sunshineeeee....
JUVENILE: Baguettes so bright!
MANNIE: Sunshineeeee....
BABY: Every place that I be!
MANNIE: Sunshineeeee....
JUVENILE: All of you boys know-a me!

BG: Holdin' up the Cristal high so you can see,
The princess-cutted Presidential Roley..
B: Fa sho, Lil' One, Stretch the Rover, with the block TV,
(You lyin) Six in the headrest, all got new TV's..
BG: Well look, the other hand, holdin' a blunt real high,
So you can see the Wonder Woman bracelet sunshine..
B: 2000, Navigation on 19 inches,
My mamma deceased, I ain't out chea penny pinchin...
BG: When I set foot on the scene,
I make you take a triple take, at the bling, the bling bling.. (Wha?)
B: Iced out, sparklin' millionaire on the flo'
Hittin these ho's with shit they never seen befo'
BG: Now when you see my neck, you could just say "Oooh!
That Hot Boy from Cash Money's a fool!"
B: Platinum Benz's with the cat eyes.. (Eyes)..
Flat screens in my crib, with the flat I's.. (I's)..

CHORUS (2x)

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 niggas.
A young cat like me with Bill Clinton figures..
I'ma expensive nigga, drive Bentleys nigga..
Me and Jank got a drop on twenty inches nigga..
That's tight, got navigation system nigga..
VCR, PlayStation, televisions nigga..
You know stuntin' is a habit, chrome on a Navi,
TV's in every headrest to entertain the traffic..
They call me the hot man, got the block on lock man,
All my cars chop 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 (2x)

BABY: Now you can catch me sunshinin' on the lake on Sunday,
What's happenin' Fresh?
MANNIE: Don't fight, Sunny Delight - it's beautiful..
BABY: Where, nigga, where you, where you be sunshinin at?
JUVENILE: Yeah, I be sunshin' up in my, new Cadillac truck..
Or my new 2000 Jaguar, you know-a 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 G'ezy?
MANNIE: That's wonderful... That's lovely... Truely lovely...
Wonderful and.... L-Ah-ooovellly!
BABY: 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..
MANNIE: Yeaah! Sunshine is a sport man..
BABY: Lil Turk sittin there spook as a muthafucka... Hahaha..
***LAUGHING TILL FADE***

(feat. Hot Boys)

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

Juvenile:
I put my trust in myself and my 9 first
Y'all niggaz second, third, and fourth because I'm first
Can't you tell I never had nothin'
Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin'
If them people catch me I'm goin' to jail fo' sho'
My old lady ain't gon' be sendin' me no mail no mo'
While I be askin' my lawyers, "When they gon' let me go?"
He be tellin' me, "Just be cool until you go to court"
Get out, back to the bricks, it's the same old shit
Niggaz got 2.50 a piece goin' half on a nick
Back and forth to keys, but the Lil Weezy handle purchase
Popeye's for the ballers, the ghetto eatin' Church's
Shop always open 'cause nobody never closes
Some of 'em like that needle, some play with they noses
I ain't nothin' like a candle light dinner, wine and roses
Niggaz tryin' to run throught they packets to get some mo' shit

Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x)
Somethin' gotta shke nigga
I'ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the reall niggaz
Jack all of the fake niggaz

Juvenile:
My hallways full of piss
Nigga say he gon' break me off, he full of shit
That's why I got that chopper in the back full of clips
About to go and hit a whole stash full of bricks
All my niggaz gone, I'm the last in the click
I gotta get my hands on some cash and a whip
I gotta do somethin', look
Cause this ain't gonna last long, gotta get my cash on
Come upon a superfire lick and get my ass home
Ain't thinkin' about jumpin' out Lex's and Benzes
With the TV's, and the CD's, and 20 inch 'renzes
Look here, my situation ain't the best in the world
I'm a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that Guerl
Wodie, c'mon and get your skull cracked, tryin' to erase me
I got iron ready to warbat, and it's all for safety
Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct
Cause I ain't aimin' at nothin' else but you' head and yo' chest

Chorus: (4x)

Baby:
Put a hit on a bitch, ain't got no time for no bullshit
Nigga outta line, we kill'd the bitch
Now, in my city, they burn, baby burn
4 found dead, and they burn, baby burn
I don't have no question, we all must learn
To tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churn
I got that work nigga, all y'all know the rules
I don't play, I'm a mastermind, it's a Big Tymer, fool
Pay up when you been fronted work, that's the rule
Rolls parked, I play this game with no law
Red Beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jaw
A nigga must pay, I'm tryin' to see a better day
Went to Miami bought that Azora anyway
Three time loser totin' tools, nigga that's the rules
Just the chance I gotta take on these streets fool
Flippin' chickens, corner spitin', hardtimes a fool

Chorus: (6x)

Manny Fresh:
Somethin' gotta shake nigga
I'ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the real niggaz
Click-Clack all of the fake niggaz
Lay it down
2G
You know me

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

[Outro]

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

[Outro]

[Chorus: Soulja Slim]
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me

[Verse 1: Soulja Slim]
I'm a dick thrower
Her neck and her back hurting
Cut throat I'll have you like a brand new version
I'ts like when she get used to it then you start serving
Hop up on top and start jicky-jicky-jicky jerking
Slow down for me you moving to fast
My fingers keep slipping I'm trying to grip that ass
Keep being hard headed and Ima make you get off me
Got human up the skys but my face is a doggy
If you loving my bark let me bury my bone
I got 4 or 5 bad married bitches at home
One of my bitches fell in love with that outside dick
that outside dick keep them hoes sick

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
I'ts like I got the world in my palms
Your girl up under my arms
She fucked up from the charm
She love the way the dick stay hard from 12 till early in the morn
Fine bitches if you listening you heard me I'm strong
If you going through your cycle I ain't with It I'm gone
You must have heard about them hoes that I beat up in my home
They wasn't telling the truth baby you know they was wrong
Na make it official wheres some of that dom
I don't mind buying to, your riding to
Don't be asking nigga questions about where I'm driving you
Lil mama my shit together I ain't jiving you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do ya know
And juvenile from courtless street by derby
Same nigga that used to be running with rusty and kirby
Can a playa from the n.o.ya get a chance with it
But I can't bounce with you without using my hands with it

[Chorus: Soulja Slim]
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
move it slow motion for me

[Verse 3: Soulja Slim]
Slow motion, she open, I'm hoping that she don't leave my dick broken
With brush, burns and swollen
I'm toting she wanted me to make a outer believer
I gurantee ya ima see ya when I see ya
And just don't holla out my name like we was all that
Your pussy throw back and you know that
So stop stunting slow motion for a real nigga
I'm going off that incredible potion and imma deal with ya

[Juvenile]
I like how that victoria secret sit in that ass
Let me pour some more hip and hennsey in your glass
Would I be violating if I grab me a handfull
Im knowing what's happening all I want is a sample
Who you wit I'm in the rental today
It's going down and happening and I remember the way
Less money we spend on bullshit the more for the weed
What's it gonna take for you to come slow motion with me

[Chorus 3X: Soulja Slim]
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
move it slow motion for me

[Chorus: Soulja Slim]
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me

[Verse 1: Soulja Slim]
I'm a dick thrower
Her neck and her back hurting
Cut throat I'll have you like a brand new version
I'ts like when she get used to it then you start serving
Hop up on top and start jicky-jicky-jicky jerking
Slow down for me you moving to fast
My fingers keep slipping I'm trying to grip that ass
Keep being hard headed and Ima make you get off me
Got human up the skys but my face is a doggy
If you loving my bark let me bury my bone
I got 4 or 5 bad married bitches at home
One of my bitches fell in love with that outside dick
that outside dick keep them hoes sick

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
I'ts like I got the world in my palms
Your girl up under my arms
She fucked up from the charm
She love the way the dick stay hard from 12 till early in the morn
Fine bitches if you listening you heard me I'm strong
If you going through your cycle I ain't with It I'm gone
You must have heard about them hoes that I beat up in my home
They wasn't telling the truth baby you know they was wrong
Na make it official wheres some of that dom
I don't mind buying to, your riding to
Don't be asking nigga questions about where I'm driving you
Lil mama my shit together I ain't jiving you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do ya know
And juvenile from courtless street by derby
Same nigga that used to be running with rusty and kirby
Can a playa from the n.o.ya get a chance with it
But I can't bounce with you without using my hands with it

[Chorus: Soulja Slim]
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
move it slow motion for me

[Verse 3: Soulja Slim]
Slow motion, she open, I'm hoping that she don't leave my dick broken
With brush, burns and swollen
I'm toting she wanted me to make a outer believer
I gurantee ya ima see ya when I see ya
And just don't holla out my name like we was all that
Your pussy throw back and you know that
So stop stunting slow motion for a real nigga
I'm going off that incredible potion and imma deal with ya

[Juvenile]
I like how that victoria secret sit in that ass
Let me pour some more hip and hennsey in your glass
Would I be violating if I grab me a handfull
Im knowing what's happening all I want is a sample
Who you wit I'm in the rental today
It's going down and happening and I remember the way
Less money we spend on bullshit the more for the weed
What's it gonna take for you to come slow motion with me

[Chorus 3X: Soulja Slim]
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
move it slow motion for me

(Intro) because this the first time you ever heard some shit like this nigga What you about to hear gone F**K you up I'm tellin you this shit so off the f**king hook bro Ya'll man look check this shit out ({Humming in Background} + {"Waaaaaa" in Background}) (Mystikal:) Mystikal and Juvenile Nigga Say Juvey they don't believe you did the beat bro (Mystikal:) I tried to tell them niggaz bro (Juvenile:) What you mean nigga, f**kin right I did this beat (Mystikal) I come with my own look, my own sound, my own style Who the f**k you think drawed this crowd It's the ripper, the clean up hitter You bitter intimidating young long dick nigga Now suck it, now suck it, while you around here playa hating Your woman around here screaming F**k Me, F**k Me Tell me something, don't I put down on my albums Motherf**ka nobody ever told you I was hard as a NFL Helmet I write 'em, land 'em, plant 'em BAM Nigga can't stand 'em On top, on sight, heads up, bust 'em at random (What You Did?) I got the vest out, put the braids back, put on the bandana (What Else You Did?) Signed a brand new contract, shot the video in Atlanta Don't pull me, can't hold me the beat don't move me You know smokin, drinkin whenever I kick it with Juvey Back on my own, back on my zone Feelin better, lookin better Bout to go get it and bring it back home (Chorus 2X: Juvenile) A nigga got, got but I won't no more Cause this time round I come to settle the score Greedy niggas eat good, but not that long They wind up with a stomach ache balled up in they home (Juvenile) You better cancel that shit, about you run this here I ain't seen you on the charts what you done this year Y'all thought "Project English" was the last of this shit When I was really only given y'all half of this shit F**kin right I made the beat, and I wrote this rap But a Niggaz In the ghetto want to post the crack Got two Niggaz posted watching a bus with macks Just waiting on the police and Niggaz to jack To people across the nation, thanks for being patient Ya'll been itching for some G-Shit Huh, I know you waiting When you cop the cd, get some Herb and Ride Turn the bitch up real loud so you can feel my Vibe I got a long way to go, I'm just gettin started I'm 26 years old and I'm still retarded I'm talking about the way I talk and Express my rap I ain't talking about handicapped You Feelin that (Chorus) (Juvenile) Anytime you say my name make sure it's some good shit Am I hatin on Cash Money, Now Stop Playin Look I'm not your eldest rapper, I stay on some hood shit I'm all about U.T.P. Family and Kids I respect it How it came, Now I got Game (Bling) And Takin Care of business it the way that we live I don't need a record deal just give me my props How many muthaf**kas you know keepin it hot (Mystikal) I got more season than the seafood out the gumbo pot Believe it or not, keepin my spot locked Now run your mouth and lose your slot (I'm Lowdown) I make em feed for me like junk is fever one more rock(Tease Me) I got bitches I ain't even F**ked claiming my dick Ain't this some shit I'm famous and rich (Huh Bro) Is this all about that big truck and U.T.P If thats how it is, I guess we gone see (Chorus and Ad Libs to fade)

(feat. Wacko)

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up [17X]

[Juvenile]
Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah a nigga did some shit back in the days with the pack
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack
You get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heat
Yeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot homie
You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up
You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'cause I've been drinkin' cuz
We see a light and everything ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four fuckin' things I'ma never do

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up [9X]

[Juvenile]
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cause these my peeps
You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
Have you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teeth
Walkin' round you like you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me
To show me the little gift that she done bought for me
I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size
When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packed
And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack
We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you that

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up [9X]

[Wacko]
Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let that bitch go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat
Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up, dick her down and get ghost
Ain't trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G's, that's how the shit go
That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low
I know you heard of *clap-clap*, I'm gettin' doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoes
Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin' close
My squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4
Five, five and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you'll get some blow
You hustlin' your block, pop and you get some more

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at these bitches

And the sets go up [17X]

(feat. Wacko)

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up [17X]

[Juvenile]
Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah a nigga did some shit back in the days with the pack
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack
You get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heat
Yeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot homie
You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up
You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'cause I've been drinkin' cuz
We see a light and everything ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four fuckin' things I'ma never do

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up [9X]

[Juvenile]
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cause these my peeps
You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
Have you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teeth
Walkin' round you like you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me
To show me the little gift that she done bought for me
I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size
When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packed
And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack
We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you that

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up [9X]

[Wacko]
Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let that bitch go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat
Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up, dick her down and get ghost
Ain't trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G's, that's how the shit go
That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low
I know you heard of *clap-clap*, I'm gettin' doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoes
Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin' close
My squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4
Five, five and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you'll get some blow
You hustlin' your block, pop and you get some more

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at these bitches

And the sets go up [17X]

(feat. Wacko)

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up [17X]

[Juvenile]
Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah a nigga did some shit back in the days with the pack
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack
You get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heat
Yeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot homie
You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up
You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'cause I've been drinkin' cuz
We see a light and everything ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four fuckin' things I'ma never do

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up [9X]

[Juvenile]
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cause these my peeps
You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
Have you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teeth
Walkin' round you like you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me
To show me the little gift that she done bought for me
I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size
When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packed
And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack
We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you that

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up [9X]

[Wacko]
Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let that bitch go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat
Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up, dick her down and get ghost
Ain't trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G's, that's how the shit go
That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low
I know you heard of *clap-clap*, I'm gettin' doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoes
Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin' close
My squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4
Five, five and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you'll get some blow
You hustlin' your block, pop and you get some more

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at these bitches

And the sets go up [17X]

Mannie Fresh: Era-era.. (scratching)
Juvenile: Kick ass!

MF: Mmm-hmm
J: C'mon!
MF: Uhh-hunh, Mmm-hmm...
J: Ya'll boys don't know nothin' bout me!
MF: Mmm-hmm, Uhh-hunh...
J: Whodi!
MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!!

I'm a TC soldier, New Orleans stunna.
If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everythang from her.
The fya (???) cane, told ya mama (???) clean ya room up.
I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy a 4-runna!
I walk with a limp cause my nuts heavy.
And I like it from the back so hold ya butt steady.
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin.
Lil' mama, I love pussy, but I ain't lickin.
Now, prepare yo'self for a smooth dickin.
You don't want it? Girl you don't know what you missin.
I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin. You ain't heard?
I got a team of headbusta's, waitin' to give em the word.
I got a few in the east coast, a few in the west.
Down south give me a "W", what up to the rest!
Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin to death.
No matter what I do, dog. I love my set!

MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!!!

(Chorus 2x)
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Uh-hunh...
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm...
J: Set it off in this muthafucka!

J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm...
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Uh-hunh...
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm...
J: Set it off in this muthafucka!

The nigga-the-nigga-the 'Nile's in this bitch, get right!
Fuck what you heard on the street, it's CMR for life!
Still ridin' on dubs, drippin' brown and 'mike.
Jump stupid if you want, bitch we gon' clown tonight!
We got 25 choppers in the V-I-P!
Cristow, imported yak, and a pound of weed.
I know u wait'n for me to get drunk and follow me home.
Picture what I'ma give you though, a shot to ya dome.
Fuck it, if you want some be talkers. They gon' get hit too.
I'm really not givin' a fuck, don't guess I get you!
Jank, Fresh, Joe, Bubba, You gotta admit it, ha? Juvy a muthafucka!
I'm a (???) G though (???), executin' the plan.
Got a vision of the 3rd ward rulin' the land.
Pullin' up on ho's tellin' 'em to jump in the van.
"Mami, please come break off just me and my man?"

(Chorus 2x)

55% of these niggas is fake, the otha 45% be handlin' they weight.
55% of these women is ho's, the otha 45% be playin' they role.
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer! Take these muthafuckin' cuffs off of us!
We ain't killed nobody and this car for us.
And ridin' on 20's is the law for us!
I ain't from France but excuse my French,
Fuck ya if ya hatin', nigga! Say that then!
I been dealin' with you bitches since way back when.
Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back end.
They say my mama bling bling, and JD tight,
Cuz Juvy takin' care so everything alright.
Bitches see the Silver Seph' with the phat ass pipes.
Bein' followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes.

(Chorus 2x)

(Softly in the background)
MF: Mmm-hmmm... Uhh-hunhh... Mmm-hmmm...
J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce.
Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce.
Set it off in this muthafucka!
MF: Mmm-hmmm... Uhh-hunhh... Mmm-hmmm...
J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce.
Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce.
Set it off in this muthafucka!
J: WHOODDDII! Playa? WHOOODDII! Playa?
WHOODDDII! Set it off in this muthafucka!
MF: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
J: WHOODDDII! C'mon! WHOOODDII! C'mon!
WHOODDDII! C'mon! Set it off in this muthafucka!
J: Playa? P-P-Playa?
MF: Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya heard'z me???
J: Playa? P-P-Playa? Whodi?

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

[Juvenile]
It's someone in particular got you sayin' what you sayin'
Usin' my name in vain, hard for you to stay in your lane
That nigga fought for you then manipulated your mind
And kept you out of the way so you would stay in the blind
But then you woke up, and realized he was takin' your shine
And you're mad at the whole world and they don't owe you a dime
Some of these niggaz don't be gangstas when they 'sposed to be gangstas
You know he owe you money and you're scared of him, ain't ya?
You can never point the finger at me, playa you stayed when I left
I couldn't call you when my bills wasn't paid
Wasn't dependin' on nigga to send me shit my way
Wasn't really concerned about what a bitch might say
You coulda came and testified for my trial
But you had more love for Slim and Baby than you had for 'Nile
I didn't hate, I just moved on
Now that I'm doin' good I'm hearin' me on your new song and Juve wrong?

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

[Juvenile]
He ain't rappin', he ain't smart, he ain't gon' never be rich
He gon' be just like (?), he ain't accountin' for shit
Ridin' around in the six, mamma still live in the bricks
Across the hall from where somebody's always cookin' a fix
Where you in trouble if the police ever knock on your door
We from the ghetto so they find choppers and glocks on the floor
I done had all type of shit thrown at me, learned from this and that G
After all that I done been through, why is this bitch so happy?
I'm alive and well, a true talent indeed
I'm God's gift to the earth, would be a shame if I leave
And I seriously don't be fuckin' with niggaz with greed
And that goes for all you outsiders and family trees
I can see the specks runnin' they necks, he ain't all that
I don't even hear him to record that, I'm doin' me
We independent, ain't no middle man
Either get the business right or get the business in your brain
Play your hand

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Haters steady hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But really don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

"Forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil..."

[Juvenile]
Father, I ain't gon' let 'em get to me, they know my history
(It really ain't you they hatin', 'cause of they miseries
Fulfill your purpose, you was put here for a reason
Cherish your life for every moment you breathin')
But they sayin' that I betrayed 'em
(No man can judge you)
But they askin' if I could save 'em
(You must first save yourself)
I'm the subject of conversation
(Worry about no one)
I'm knowin' that I could take 'em
(Have faith in me)

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Haters can't stand to hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

[Juvenile]
It's someone in particular got you sayin' what you sayin'
Usin' my name in vain, hard for you to stay in your lane
That nigga fought for you then manipulated your mind
And kept you out of the way so you would stay in the blind
But then you woke up, and realized he was takin' your shine
And you're mad at the whole world and they don't owe you a dime
Some of these niggaz don't be gangstas when they 'sposed to be gangstas
You know he owe you money and you're scared of him, ain't ya?
You can never point the finger at me, playa you stayed when I left
I couldn't call you when my bills wasn't paid
Wasn't dependin' on nigga to send me shit my way
Wasn't really concerned about what a bitch might say
You coulda came and testified for my trial
But you had more love for Slim and Baby than you had for 'Nile
I didn't hate, I just moved on
Now that I'm doin' good I'm hearin' me on your new song and Juve wrong?

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

[Juvenile]
He ain't rappin', he ain't smart, he ain't gon' never be rich
He gon' be just like (?), he ain't accountin' for shit
Ridin' around in the six, mamma still live in the bricks
Across the hall from where somebody's always cookin' a fix
Where you in trouble if the police ever knock on your door
We from the ghetto so they find choppers and glocks on the floor
I done had all type of shit thrown at me, learned from this and that G
After all that I done been through, why is this bitch so happy?
I'm alive and well, a true talent indeed
I'm God's gift to the earth, would be a shame if I leave
And I seriously don't be fuckin' with niggaz with greed
And that goes for all you outsiders and family trees
I can see the specks runnin' they necks, he ain't all that
I don't even hear him to record that, I'm doin' me
We independent, ain't no middle man
Either get the business right or get the business in your brain
Play your hand

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Haters steady hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But really don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

"Forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil..."

[Juvenile]
Father, I ain't gon' let 'em get to me, they know my history
(It really ain't you they hatin', 'cause of they miseries
Fulfill your purpose, you was put here for a reason
Cherish your life for every moment you breathin')
But they sayin' that I betrayed 'em
(No man can judge you)
But they askin' if I could save 'em
(You must first save yourself)
I'm the subject of conversation
(Worry about no one)
I'm knowin' that I could take 'em
(Have faith in me)

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Haters can't stand to hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

[Juvenile]
It's someone in particular got you sayin' what you sayin'
Usin' my name in vain, hard for you to stay in your lane
That nigga fought for you then manipulated your mind
And kept you out of the way so you would stay in the blind
But then you woke up, and realized he was takin' your shine
And you're mad at the whole world and they don't owe you a dime
Some of these niggaz don't be gangstas when they 'sposed to be gangstas
You know he owe you money and you're scared of him, ain't ya?
You can never point the finger at me, playa you stayed when I left
I couldn't call you when my bills wasn't paid
Wasn't dependin' on nigga to send me shit my way
Wasn't really concerned about what a bitch might say
You coulda came and testified for my trial
But you had more love for Slim and Baby than you had for 'Nile
I didn't hate, I just moved on
Now that I'm doin' good I'm hearin' me on your new song and Juve wrong?

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

[Juvenile]
He ain't rappin', he ain't smart, he ain't gon' never be rich
He gon' be just like (?), he ain't accountin' for shit
Ridin' around in the six, mamma still live in the bricks
Across the hall from where somebody's always cookin' a fix
Where you in trouble if the police ever knock on your door
We from the ghetto so they find choppers and glocks on the floor
I done had all type of shit thrown at me, learned from this and that G
After all that I done been through, why is this bitch so happy?
I'm alive and well, a true talent indeed
I'm God's gift to the earth, would be a shame if I leave
And I seriously don't be fuckin' with niggaz with greed
And that goes for all you outsiders and family trees
I can see the specks runnin' they necks, he ain't all that
I don't even hear him to record that, I'm doin' me
We independent, ain't no middle man
Either get the business right or get the business in your brain
Play your hand

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Haters steady hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But really don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

"Forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil..."

[Juvenile]
Father, I ain't gon' let 'em get to me, they know my history
(It really ain't you they hatin', 'cause of they miseries
Fulfill your purpose, you was put here for a reason
Cherish your life for every moment you breathin')
But they sayin' that I betrayed 'em
(No man can judge you)
But they askin' if I could save 'em
(You must first save yourself)
I'm the subject of conversation
(Worry about no one)
I'm knowin' that I could take 'em
(Have faith in me)

[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Haters can't stand to hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

(feat. Lil' Wayne)

(Juvenile)
I be comin' up wit da glock toy
You can stop boy
You ain't heard I'm off tha block boy
Chipp-pedy chop boy
Off in ya cut is where I'm layin
Ready fo' sprayin'
Soon as I see yo face and hand
I ain't wit dat playin'
My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation
My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit outta occupation
So I played the game
Bust yo head if you said my name
I had some of deez niggaz scared I came
I kno' some niggaaz out tha (mag)nolia that'll ride fo' me
I kno' some niggaz hollin' solja dat a die fo' me
T.C., L.T., Magnolia and six
Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks
You disrespectin' my mind cuz you keep comin' short
I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught
You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke
You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't gon git smoke

(Chorus)
Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run
If ya ain't gotta strap but cho enemy got one
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if you git into it wit a cash money brotha
You betta run for it, run for it, run

(Lil Wayne)
I be in all black sometimes
Sometimes I be jumpin out trees in camouflage
Me and Juvenile got two keys we bout ta ride
Dem boyz playin wit da U.P.T. well dey gots to die
Man its that deep
It's a tragedy
That you can test me
Heard I run in houses don't put it past me
Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggaz
Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez niggaz
You'ont' want my stress troubles
I be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles
Wa my big brother Juvy
Tol' me not to eva letta nigga screw me
Tol' me if I eva did he would do me
Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin'
And then they start runnin'
Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin like a woman
Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustin'
Load it up and slide it in
Cock it back pop it out we ridin
???&nbsp;? I'll run in a busta spot
I'll sit on a busta porch
I'll sleep on a busta block
Apply five and then let go
!Bang! Lil' cowards keep playin, get hurt
Motha-flirk see I'ont' curse
But'll wet up yo shirt
Look all my enemy's see me comin
All my enemy's peeeeeeeeeuuuunggggggghhhhh be runnin'

(Chorus)

(Juvenile)
You thank I'm playin-a somthin Lil Woo dey' I ain't trippin'
Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittin'
Two children got killed and a ol' lady got hit
Look I'm bout ta git tha fuck cuz I ain' got no time fo' dis shit
Now you can be comin' through
And runnin to a gun if you feel
That they ain't gon' do you shit cuz ya real
I'ont' wanna be witcha when its hapning either
I probally be some where ducked off takin a nap wit my people
I'd rather see it on T.V. than see it in person
Having my fucking' head hurtin'
When dem 30's be burstin'
Bet if yo beef see ya he ain't gon wait fo' ya dog
Our all gon' try to rearrange ja face fo' ya dog
2nd line and round dem clubs ain't no place fo ya dog
Dem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin ya dog
I see em comin wit choppers and I know they gon' bust
Lil' Wayne hol' up
We kiting out sho' nuff'

(Chorus) 2x

Run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
Go git cha gun for it

Ya betta run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run, run for it
Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run
Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun
Get cha gun for it gun for it

{*"It's the... pretty brown, brown drivin me wild" sampled throughout song*}

[Cool and Dre talking]
This is-this is-this is
You're now tuned in to W UTP radio
We your host for tonight Cool and Dre
You're now locked in to the Juvenile hour
I know all y'all hot girls is tuned in right now
So we gon send this new one out to you clearly
It's called Rodeo talk to 'em pimpin!

[Juvenile]
Y'all need to open ya ears up and soak this game up
and if nobody don't know ya I'm a make y'all famous
this is 24-karats but it shine like stainless
just look at how the diamonds complement my fingers (*choking*)
Yes indeed-shit chokin me woah I need a breath to breathe
chasin with the Hennessy now that's how a G play it
especially when them hoes shakin that ass to the DJ
if I could do it big give 'em some leg weight
security stop trippin and you niggaz be easy
yessir this the bubble right hurr
your all beautiful women if you insecure

[Chorus]
Let me see ya work that-twerk that-serve that
come on and do the rodeo
Let me see ya bounce that-move that-do that
let me see ya do the rodeo
Let me see ya work that-twerk that-serve that
come on and do the rodeo
Let me see ya bounce that-move that-do that
let me see ya do the rodeo (rodeo show)

[Juvenile]
It's like you don't even have nothin on
got everybody watchin you so you can show that thong
it's ya birthday lil' mama get ya kodak on
but don't quit showin the world you in the throwback zone
we ain't leavin right now we on a positive vibe
but I still keep the home aside squad on the side
see how I'm holdin on the steering wheel controllin the ride
and y'all comin out of park because I got it in drive
I'm really feelin ya outfit it must be nice
a hard worker like myself could afford that price
I can't deny that you's a beautiful bitch
you got a face, and a ass, and a smile that want quit

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
We not judgin by size that's all statistics
just turn the lights down and it's ballerific
this not the right spot to let ya daughters visit
it's some freaks up in here and it's all exquisit
my round put me on ya just cause he want hit it
shit I hope you don't be trippin on some 'be home'shit
cause Jack ain't worried bout who Staci with
and he don't have to be puttin up with Staci's shit
I ain't lyin sometimes when you cross my path
up in the club all night and niggaz stalk yo ass

Big fine I ain't even trippin and I know you ain't trippin
cause you know you wore that there tonight for me
you understand what I'm sayin...

[Chorus]

[Chorus] and samples 'til end

{*"It's the... pretty brown, brown drivin me wild" sampled throughout song*}

[Cool and Dre talking]
This is-this is-this is
You're now tuned in to W UTP radio
We your host for tonight Cool and Dre
You're now locked in to the Juvenile hour
I know all y'all hot girls is tuned in right now
So we gon send this new one out to you clearly
It's called Rodeo talk to 'em pimpin!

[Juvenile]
Y'all need to open ya ears up and soak this game up
and if nobody don't know ya I'm a make y'all famous
this is 24-karats but it shine like stainless
just look at how the diamonds complement my fingers (*choking*)
Yes indeed-shit chokin me woah I need a breath to breathe
chasin with the Hennessy now that's how a G play it
especially when them hoes shakin that ass to the DJ
if I could do it big give 'em some leg weight
security stop trippin and you niggaz be easy
yessir this the bubble right hurr
your all beautiful women if you insecure

[Chorus]
Let me see ya work that-twerk that-serve that
come on and do the rodeo
Let me see ya bounce that-move that-do that
let me see ya do the rodeo
Let me see ya work that-twerk that-serve that
come on and do the rodeo
Let me see ya bounce that-move that-do that
let me see ya do the rodeo (rodeo show)

[Juvenile]
It's like you don't even have nothin on
got everybody watchin you so you can show that thong
it's ya birthday lil' mama get ya kodak on
but don't quit showin the world you in the throwback zone
we ain't leavin right now we on a positive vibe
but I still keep the home aside squad on the side
see how I'm holdin on the steering wheel controllin the ride
and y'all comin out of park because I got it in drive
I'm really feelin ya outfit it must be nice
a hard worker like myself could afford that price
I can't deny that you's a beautiful bitch
you got a face, and a ass, and a smile that want quit

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
We not judgin by size that's all statistics
just turn the lights down and it's ballerific
this not the right spot to let ya daughters visit
it's some freaks up in here and it's all exquisit
my round put me on ya just cause he want hit it
shit I hope you don't be trippin on some 'be home'shit
cause Jack ain't worried bout who Staci with
and he don't have to be puttin up with Staci's shit
I ain't lyin sometimes when you cross my path
up in the club all night and niggaz stalk yo ass

Big fine I ain't even trippin and I know you ain't trippin
cause you know you wore that there tonight for me
you understand what I'm sayin...

[Chorus]

[Chorus] and samples 'til end

{*"It's the... pretty brown, brown drivin me wild" sampled throughout song*}

[Cool and Dre talking]
This is-this is-this is
You're now tuned in to W UTP radio
We your host for tonight Cool and Dre
You're now locked in to the Juvenile hour
I know all y'all hot girls is tuned in right now
So we gon send this new one out to you clearly
It's called Rodeo talk to 'em pimpin!

[Juvenile]
Y'all need to open ya ears up and soak this game up
and if nobody don't know ya I'm a make y'all famous
this is 24-karats but it shine like stainless
just look at how the diamonds complement my fingers (*choking*)
Yes indeed-shit chokin me woah I need a breath to breathe
chasin with the Hennessy now that's how a G play it
especially when them hoes shakin that ass to the DJ
if I could do it big give 'em some leg weight
security stop trippin and you niggaz be easy
yessir this the bubble right hurr
your all beautiful women if you insecure

[Chorus]
Let me see ya work that-twerk that-serve that
come on and do the rodeo
Let me see ya bounce that-move that-do that
let me see ya do the rodeo
Let me see ya work that-twerk that-serve that
come on and do the rodeo
Let me see ya bounce that-move that-do that
let me see ya do the rodeo (rodeo show)

[Juvenile]
It's like you don't even have nothin on
got everybody watchin you so you can show that thong
it's ya birthday lil' mama get ya kodak on
but don't quit showin the world you in the throwback zone
we ain't leavin right now we on a positive vibe
but I still keep the home aside squad on the side
see how I'm holdin on the steering wheel controllin the ride
and y'all comin out of park because I got it in drive
I'm really feelin ya outfit it must be nice
a hard worker like myself could afford that price
I can't deny that you's a beautiful bitch
you got a face, and a ass, and a smile that want quit

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
We not judgin by size that's all statistics
just turn the lights down and it's ballerific
this not the right spot to let ya daughters visit
it's some freaks up in here and it's all exquisit
my round put me on ya just cause he want hit it
shit I hope you don't be trippin on some 'be home'shit
cause Jack ain't worried bout who Staci with
and he don't have to be puttin up with Staci's shit
I ain't lyin sometimes when you cross my path
up in the club all night and niggaz stalk yo ass

Big fine I ain't even trippin and I know you ain't trippin
cause you know you wore that there tonight for me
you understand what I'm sayin...

[Chorus]

[Chorus] and samples 'til end

(feat. Bun B)

[Juvenile]
U.T.P. in the buildin'
Sinista on the motherfuckin' track, nigga...

I'm ridin' dirty, way low to the grass
Whole hood payin' attention to me showin' my ass
I just cooked up and the tube was fulled up
I sold my whole thang 'cause my dude and them pulled up
They talkin' about a nigga like a hurricane forecast
Boy kinda ignorant but he could move the coke fast
To hell with the talkin' nigga, we could go do it
The package right here nigga, let's roll through it
I'm down South bred, that's what my mamma and my daddy say
Acts like New York and smoke cush the Cali way
Gutter, I hustled the corner, cuts and alleyways
Word mean nothin' to me, I'm goin' that-a-way
I got a dynasty and I ain't throwin' that away
I've been investin' my rhyme up on my strategy
And I don't feel that it's time to put the strap away
It's either that or just I'm full of that Alizee

[Chorus]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These U.T.P. niggaz we rock like that
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Magnolia niggaz we rock like that

You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me

[Juvenile]
I don't cut no corners to jip for no figures
I ain't kissin' no ass to live with no nigga
I don't need this rap shit, bitch I'm in these streets
When Cash Money didn't pay me, I still got sleep
Get capped, you're on the phone, tell her I need the teeth
To set the nigga up to get his Jesus piece
She used to run it with Nate Dean, now she's a beast
Got her daughter sellin' pussy for a G at least
I move a lil' work, ain't nothin' to brag on
Somethin' to keep me nice and my homie to tag on
24 inch shoes on the rag on
I got shit poppin' in my hood and I'm that strong
Fiends keep smokin', please don't quit
You want another hit? - fiend on this
But watch it, the gun is under the shirt now
Me lead love and me will keep sendin' the work down

[Chorus]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These U.T.P. niggaz we rock like that
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Magnolia niggaz we rock like that

You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me

[Bun B]
Keep it trill, keep it gangsta, pimpin' keep it 100
Before a nigga be done got killed and I'm the one who done it
I'm in H-Town baby, the home of the hoe sale
Where niggaz don't just give you a brick
They give you the whole deal
Drug deals goin' down at ten dollar motels
Keep it on the down-low 'cause somebody might go tell
Like it, get you what you need, just have yo' mail
And send your people 'round here so I can get some more sale
Know that I got more yayo that most niggaz goin'
I'm gettin' it from the same niggaz bringin' all the 'dro in
I'm 'bout to get it dropped off, I'ma let you know when
("Shit, I'm tryin' to spend like fifty wit ya, dogg)
Shit, fo' sho' then
Bring your money with you, counted and wrapped up
And move like you 'sposed to be movin' because we strapped up
Don't get yourself clapped up for no reason
Cause we won't hesitate when it come down to the squeezin'

[Chorus]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These 3rd Coast niggaz we rock like that
Cause we rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Rap-A-Lot niggaz we rock like that

You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me

(feat. Bun B)

[Juvenile]
U.T.P. in the buildin'
Sinista on the motherfuckin' track, nigga...

I'm ridin' dirty, way low to the grass
Whole hood payin' attention to me showin' my ass
I just cooked up and the tube was fulled up
I sold my whole thang 'cause my dude and them pulled up
They talkin' about a nigga like a hurricane forecast
Boy kinda ignorant but he could move the coke fast
To hell with the talkin' nigga, we could go do it
The package right here nigga, let's roll through it
I'm down South bred, that's what my mamma and my daddy say
Acts like New York and smoke cush the Cali way
Gutter, I hustled the corner, cuts and alleyways
Word mean nothin' to me, I'm goin' that-a-way
I got a dynasty and I ain't throwin' that away
I've been investin' my rhyme up on my strategy
And I don't feel that it's time to put the strap away
It's either that or just I'm full of that Alizee

[Chorus]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These U.T.P. niggaz we rock like that
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Magnolia niggaz we rock like that

You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me

[Juvenile]
I don't cut no corners to jip for no figures
I ain't kissin' no ass to live with no nigga
I don't need this rap shit, bitch I'm in these streets
When Cash Money didn't pay me, I still got sleep
Get capped, you're on the phone, tell her I need the teeth
To set the nigga up to get his Jesus piece
She used to run it with Nate Dean, now she's a beast
Got her daughter sellin' pussy for a G at least
I move a lil' work, ain't nothin' to brag on
Somethin' to keep me nice and my homie to tag on
24 inch shoes on the rag on
I got shit poppin' in my hood and I'm that strong
Fiends keep smokin', please don't quit
You want another hit? - fiend on this
But watch it, the gun is under the shirt now
Me lead love and me will keep sendin' the work down

[Chorus]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These U.T.P. niggaz we rock like that
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Magnolia niggaz we rock like that

You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me

[Bun B]
Keep it trill, keep it gangsta, pimpin' keep it 100
Before a nigga be done got killed and I'm the one who done it
I'm in H-Town baby, the home of the hoe sale
Where niggaz don't just give you a brick
They give you the whole deal
Drug deals goin' down at ten dollar motels
Keep it on the down-low 'cause somebody might go tell
Like it, get you what you need, just have yo' mail
And send your people 'round here so I can get some more sale
Know that I got more yayo that most niggaz goin'
I'm gettin' it from the same niggaz bringin' all the 'dro in
I'm 'bout to get it dropped off, I'ma let you know when
("Shit, I'm tryin' to spend like fifty wit ya, dogg)
Shit, fo' sho' then
Bring your money with you, counted and wrapped up
And move like you 'sposed to be movin' because we strapped up
Don't get yourself clapped up for no reason
Cause we won't hesitate when it come down to the squeezin'

[Chorus]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These 3rd Coast niggaz we rock like that
Cause we rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Rap-A-Lot niggaz we rock like that

You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me

(feat. Bun B)

[Juvenile]
U.T.P. in the buildin'
Sinista on the motherfuckin' track, nigga...

I'm ridin' dirty, way low to the grass
Whole hood payin' attention to me showin' my ass
I just cooked up and the tube was fulled up
I sold my whole thang 'cause my dude and them pulled up
They talkin' about a nigga like a hurricane forecast
Boy kinda ignorant but he could move the coke fast
To hell with the talkin' nigga, we could go do it
The package right here nigga, let's roll through it
I'm down South bred, that's what my mamma and my daddy say
Acts like New York and smoke cush the Cali way
Gutter, I hustled the corner, cuts and alleyways
Word mean nothin' to me, I'm goin' that-a-way
I got a dynasty and I ain't throwin' that away
I've been investin' my rhyme up on my strategy
And I don't feel that it's time to put the strap away
It's either that or just I'm full of that Alizee

[Chorus]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These U.T.P. niggaz we rock like that
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Magnolia niggaz we rock like that

You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me

[Juvenile]
I don't cut no corners to jip for no figures
I ain't kissin' no ass to live with no nigga
I don't need this rap shit, bitch I'm in these streets
When Cash Money didn't pay me, I still got sleep
Get capped, you're on the phone, tell her I need the teeth
To set the nigga up to get his Jesus piece
She used to run it with Nate Dean, now she's a beast
Got her daughter sellin' pussy for a G at least
I move a lil' work, ain't nothin' to brag on
Somethin' to keep me nice and my homie to tag on
24 inch shoes on the rag on
I got shit poppin' in my hood and I'm that strong
Fiends keep smokin', please don't quit
You want another hit? - fiend on this
But watch it, the gun is under the shirt now
Me lead love and me will keep sendin' the work down

[Chorus]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These U.T.P. niggaz we rock like that
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Magnolia niggaz we rock like that

You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me

[Bun B]
Keep it trill, keep it gangsta, pimpin' keep it 100
Before a nigga be done got killed and I'm the one who done it
I'm in H-Town baby, the home of the hoe sale
Where niggaz don't just give you a brick
They give you the whole deal
Drug deals goin' down at ten dollar motels
Keep it on the down-low 'cause somebody might go tell
Like it, get you what you need, just have yo' mail
And send your people 'round here so I can get some more sale
Know that I got more yayo that most niggaz goin'
I'm gettin' it from the same niggaz bringin' all the 'dro in
I'm 'bout to get it dropped off, I'ma let you know when
("Shit, I'm tryin' to spend like fifty wit ya, dogg)
Shit, fo' sho' then
Bring your money with you, counted and wrapped up
And move like you 'sposed to be movin' because we strapped up
Don't get yourself clapped up for no reason
Cause we won't hesitate when it come down to the squeezin'

[Chorus]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These 3rd Coast niggaz we rock like that
Cause we rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Rap-A-Lot niggaz we rock like that

You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me

(feat. Turk, Lil' Wayne & Paparue)

Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why
Cash Money, Rich Niggaz
Look

[Lil' Wayne]
Loud pipes, big rims
Nigga, that's my life
When I pull up at the club sorry that's my night
I know a lot of haters probably sayin that that's not right
Well, my diamonds so much bigger
So, that's my life
Gleam, gleam
Now, only carry big face and you hear the ching, ching
Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing
And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen
Ha, ha, ha
I crack myself up
I know I talk lot but I can back myself up
Got a little house on the beach that's where I shack myself up
You ain't really got more money than me
Think about it
Let's just say somebody gave me a check to think about it
So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it
And me with no ice is like a Prince concert that ain't crowded
They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12
And we was next
Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L
Le-Le-Lex
Ha

(1st Chorus)
I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

[Juvenile]
Juvenile used to be R-E-T-A bound
Now I be bustin these bitches head when I come 'round
Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Look into my bed sayin that's a mad hit
I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shinin
My Rollie ain't mine and my bank ain't climbin
You lookin at a multi-millionaire in the flesh
Might don't have it now, but I just got me a check
I can walk it like I talk it, play it how I say it
Teach it like I preach it; now, put that in your head
Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand - ain't nuttin
Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethin
Meet me in the casino, way in the back
Losin money like a motherfucker, still shooting craps
Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status
We make so much money IRS be lookin at us

(Repeat 1st Chorus 1X)

[Turk]
I got more ends than Bonnie have in a factory
I'm Lil Turk, I'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me
Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control
Playing with millions, laying in condos
Nigga I shine, shine through the fucking week
The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat
Don't hate me, 'cause I'm a little bawler
Got more weight than Angola
Fucking your girl Carla
Nigga I stunt,
And I'm a stunt 'til I can't no more
Chest lit up like the oaks
From the diamonds I sport
Yo, I can't be touched
Don't think I'm too much, nigga I'm rich what the fuck
Rolex crushed out with the bezel
And all the foes that get close to me got to be on my schedule
I got so much money
I don't know what to do
Buy isles and cars
And break bread with my crew

(2nd Chorus)
I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
B.G. on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

[Paparue]
Uh, uh, uh
Hear me
It's like, monkey see, monkey do
Rolling with the Cash Money Runners I stay true
Cause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar scene
Holding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming
When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer
??? Benz, or in the Lex Bubble
When I start they said I had no fame
Now all the girls just end up calling my name
10 G's to ???
Fax the contract to big Cash Money
Cause you know this whole clique right with me
They're right with me
Sip-pe-di-dy
Won't count the diamonds just around my neck
X amount-a dollars on a bankroll check
If you want to really come and sing with me
Those that got me wicked, then I do some free
For free!

(feat. Fat Joe, Ludacris)

[Click Clack]
Alright [Sampled from "What's Up" by Juvenile & the UTP Playaz played throughout song]

[Chorus]
You gon' make me clock you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you

[Juvenile]
Who that nigga is
What that nigga claim
Juve wild magnolia
Its an uptown thing
Soulja watchin' over me
So I'ma let it rain
Just give me the weed, the mic
And I'ma let it off the chain
Y'all actin' like, that nigga lost it
I ain't have no money
now I'm back, what the cost is
(?) on my wrist lookin' gooey
These ain't Birdman's
These is real Gucci's
Turn around the corner
Motherfucker tryin' to sue me
Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece
Where he rock, where he roll
where he got control
Me and my mans and them get the brains out these hoes
If she can dance, then she can romance nice and slow
Be in a trance like it was your man's pipe in the hole
I've been sippin' a little somethin'
Just stop servin' the game
It feel good to be an OG
I'm deservin' it mayne

[Hook]
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga the nigga
The nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Now ain't no tellin' where I might be (Nope!)
Cause there's a million other creeps
Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me
Call them my stunt doubles
So if you think you hit Luda' with the rueger
I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles
On the double, lookin' for trouble we staarted
The eye on my gat is cocked its retaarted
I'm sippin' lean, smokin' green, and I'm so hot
I told machine's people call me +I Robot+
Bang to the boogey boogey bang bang
Let my little partner borrow my necklace
And hit bitches with the same chain
Its not computer love (Nope!)
I'm gettin' great brain
Got a hard drive
But they blow me out my mainframe
Now how you like that?
I got your momma pitchin' quarters
On the corner gettin' cornered
And come right back
I'm makin' tight stacks (Yeah!)
So if it ain't Juve or Luda
Then can it nigga, we don't even like rap!

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Got the Mack in the grass
And the nine in the dumpster
Duck when they pass
One time wanna dump ya'
Hunger
What I got in my veins
Take shots from the Henny
Just to straighten my aim
Now, I raise my middle finger (Fuck the World!)
And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl
Yea, I'm bout my paper mayne
I'm fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica mayne
I know you know
This is Crack
And he's back
And you mad
Cause we diiid
And they Yack-ity Yak
In the sack when we slid in (Yeah!)
Mommy shakin' they ass
She want some big bills
Tip drill, she wants a tip drill (That's it!)
Its ya' nigga crack
Live with some fresh cut
Side of the highway
Ridin' that's the best fuck
And you can keep them hotel keys
Cause we gon' fuck these bitches
Wherever we please

[Hook]

[Chorus]

(feat. Fat Joe, Ludacris)

[Click Clack]
Alright [Sampled from "What's Up" by Juvenile & the UTP Playaz played throughout song]

[Chorus]
You gon' make me clock you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you

[Juvenile]
Who that nigga is
What that nigga claim
Juve wild magnolia
Its an uptown thing
Soulja watchin' over me
So I'ma let it rain
Just give me the weed, the mic
And I'ma let it off the chain
Y'all actin' like, that nigga lost it
I ain't have no money
now I'm back, what the cost is
(?) on my wrist lookin' gooey
These ain't Birdman's
These is real Gucci's
Turn around the corner
Motherfucker tryin' to sue me
Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece
Where he rock, where he roll
where he got control
Me and my mans and them get the brains out these hoes
If she can dance, then she can romance nice and slow
Be in a trance like it was your man's pipe in the hole
I've been sippin' a little somethin'
Just stop servin' the game
It feel good to be an OG
I'm deservin' it mayne

[Hook]
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga the nigga
The nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Now ain't no tellin' where I might be (Nope!)
Cause there's a million other creeps
Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me
Call them my stunt doubles
So if you think you hit Luda' with the rueger
I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles
On the double, lookin' for trouble we staarted
The eye on my gat is cocked its retaarted
I'm sippin' lean, smokin' green, and I'm so hot
I told machine's people call me +I Robot+
Bang to the boogey boogey bang bang
Let my little partner borrow my necklace
And hit bitches with the same chain
Its not computer love (Nope!)
I'm gettin' great brain
Got a hard drive
But they blow me out my mainframe
Now how you like that?
I got your momma pitchin' quarters
On the corner gettin' cornered
And come right back
I'm makin' tight stacks (Yeah!)
So if it ain't Juve or Luda
Then can it nigga, we don't even like rap!

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Got the Mack in the grass
And the nine in the dumpster
Duck when they pass
One time wanna dump ya'
Hunger
What I got in my veins
Take shots from the Henny
Just to straighten my aim
Now, I raise my middle finger (Fuck the World!)
And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl
Yea, I'm bout my paper mayne
I'm fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica mayne
I know you know
This is Crack
And he's back
And you mad
Cause we diiid
And they Yack-ity Yak
In the sack when we slid in (Yeah!)
Mommy shakin' they ass
She want some big bills
Tip drill, she wants a tip drill (That's it!)
Its ya' nigga crack
Live with some fresh cut
Side of the highway
Ridin' that's the best fuck
And you can keep them hotel keys
Cause we gon' fuck these bitches
Wherever we please

[Hook]

[Chorus]

(feat. Fat Joe, Ludacris)

[Click Clack]
Alright [Sampled from "What's Up" by Juvenile & the UTP Playaz played throughout song]

[Chorus]
You gon' make me clock you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you

[Juvenile]
Who that nigga is
What that nigga claim
Juve wild magnolia
Its an uptown thing
Soulja watchin' over me
So I'ma let it rain
Just give me the weed, the mic
And I'ma let it off the chain
Y'all actin' like, that nigga lost it
I ain't have no money
now I'm back, what the cost is
(?) on my wrist lookin' gooey
These ain't Birdman's
These is real Gucci's
Turn around the corner
Motherfucker tryin' to sue me
Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece
Where he rock, where he roll
where he got control
Me and my mans and them get the brains out these hoes
If she can dance, then she can romance nice and slow
Be in a trance like it was your man's pipe in the hole
I've been sippin' a little somethin'
Just stop servin' the game
It feel good to be an OG
I'm deservin' it mayne

[Hook]
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga the nigga
The nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Now ain't no tellin' where I might be (Nope!)
Cause there's a million other creeps
Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me
Call them my stunt doubles
So if you think you hit Luda' with the rueger
I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles
On the double, lookin' for trouble we staarted
The eye on my gat is cocked its retaarted
I'm sippin' lean, smokin' green, and I'm so hot
I told machine's people call me +I Robot+
Bang to the boogey boogey bang bang
Let my little partner borrow my necklace
And hit bitches with the same chain
Its not computer love (Nope!)
I'm gettin' great brain
Got a hard drive
But they blow me out my mainframe
Now how you like that?
I got your momma pitchin' quarters
On the corner gettin' cornered
And come right back
I'm makin' tight stacks (Yeah!)
So if it ain't Juve or Luda
Then can it nigga, we don't even like rap!

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Got the Mack in the grass
And the nine in the dumpster
Duck when they pass
One time wanna dump ya'
Hunger
What I got in my veins
Take shots from the Henny
Just to straighten my aim
Now, I raise my middle finger (Fuck the World!)
And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl
Yea, I'm bout my paper mayne
I'm fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica mayne
I know you know
This is Crack
And he's back
And you mad
Cause we diiid
And they Yack-ity Yak
In the sack when we slid in (Yeah!)
Mommy shakin' they ass
She want some big bills
Tip drill, she wants a tip drill (That's it!)
Its ya' nigga crack
Live with some fresh cut
Side of the highway
Ridin' that's the best fuck
And you can keep them hotel keys
Cause we gon' fuck these bitches
Wherever we please

[Hook]

[Chorus]

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)

Verse 1

Woodie we get down but to a certain extent
All that cha shoin' with them hoes be gettin my name bent
I'm showin' you love but I love my money even mo
Disrespect me or play me off the top you gotta go
My people play me we ain't gettin down no mo
Look that ain't how it's 'posed to be but thats the way it's gone go
I ain't with that front shit
That playin' with gun shit
That f**kin' with niggas who think they run shit
All that tongue shit
When my gone click, niggas silencin' down
You was hollin' like a motherf**ker bitch holla at me now
Peep, what made a nigga wanna go and mess with me bone
And he gettin' on my nerves, I'm bout to go in his home
Bitch my brother ain't no hoe
Bitch my mother ain't no hoe
Bitch my father ain't no hoe
Why you try ta play me like a hoe
Shit, I matter as well just go head on and bust his head
'cause them people gone give me the charge anyway
If ya come up late
Now tell'em bout that beemer I got
Tell'em bout that new home I got
Tell'em bout that cousins on crome I got
You ta show ya shit
Thats why you showed you was a bitch
Now you runnin with yo melon 'cause you know you gone get it split

Verse 2

Niggas ridin' impala's with them rattler stripes
Passin' hollin at hoes with the f**k finger sayin f**k'em black
I'm stackin' gs movin keys thats my life black
Niggas orderin' vests
Just ta protect they chests
And duckin' these niggas tryin ta use they smit-n-wessons
Playboy, I'm ridin' in suburbans
To land roovers to range roovers niggas with automatics
Niggas ridin' big bodies I done did that
I'm ridin' jags drop top and I can do that
I'm lettin' these hoes hair blow if they got that
I don't f**k with bald head hoes I ain't with that
I talk shit and I got the cream and the jewels to do that
I walk it like I talk playboy you can believe that
Then new ice yellow diamonds and I'm lovin' that
Blue diamonds big tymin' and I'm with that
I done made more money independent then made a nigga went gold
I put that on my soul and my gold
And my 20 inch rims on my range roover with t.v.'s
And I'm lovin' these hoes I flip mo keys than a acrobat ten nigga you can
Believe that


Me and my brother go rock for rock
Walk block for block
And if we got beef with a nigga we'll go glock for glock
No mo sellin' keys on the d.l.
I wanna holla at v.l.
Lets say rest in peace to l and t nigga

Verse 3

I live my life on full
Unzip my pants and I pull
A big dick baby
You look sick maybe
You can use a nigga that'll hold ya hand
I tell ya what ya suck my dick I'll be your man
Now here it is diamonds for the bithces that I f**k
Not , I get the pussy make like donald and duck
To the next project scattered site or crib
Slangin' dick where you live
I don't really give, a precious second of my pimp playa time
You can taste the kool-aid but don't drink the wine
Holy-rosy diamond bizeal, 20 inch whevzeal
98 cromed out gangsta grizeal
Take one of my bitches and I'm f**kin
Sistas anties grandmas and cousins
Mommas baby mommas family members and all that shit
If the bitch need guidance them I'm her pimp

[talkin] mannie fresh
Whoa check this out ya dig
Its a lot of niggas out here baller blockin
See what I'm sayin' standin' in the way
Let the f**kin' ballas through see what I'm sayin
Ya'll niggas had the catalogs
See what I'm sayin' now pass that bitch on man
Let a real nigga you know play his thang man
Its some niggas out here ridin' on 20s ya dig on yokahamas
Skinnys and all that kinda shit see what I'm sayin'
I mean wood ever f**kin where
See what I'm sayin' bro you love that huh.

(juvenile)-yeah I love that
(mannie) convertable tops
(juvenile)- I love that cash money symbol on my chest
And these diamonds shinin' from here to magnolia projects ya heard me
(mannie)- thats what I'm talkin' bout man ain't nothin' like man,
Cause you know sometimes I let these lil girls lick my chains man
You know
You can't be kissin on me but you can kiss my diamonds
And shit ain't nothin' wrong with that thats beautiful baby
That is truly beautiful, this shit is
Pimpalicious see what I'm sayin
(juvenile)- I just love that