Juvenile [Rap]

[Lil' Wayne]
What
This.. this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga
Too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look
This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog
For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills
If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it ta kill
But listen, man.. I know ya see tha ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad
But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me
That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

(Chorus 2x [Juvenile])
They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit it

[Juvenile]
Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?!
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84
All tha hoes use ta jock ya
Niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky
Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men
I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

(Chorus 2x)

[Turk]
Look... look.. look
Where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad.. can't even much eat
Everytime I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla
Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'
Niggas want me ta help 'em.. ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss... I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin'
Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

(Chorus 2x)

[B.G.]
Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas... got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall
Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla
On the reala... if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear
They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

(Chorus 4x)

[Juvenile talking]
Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean everytime we come through, man, I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'
I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself
'Cause they got a lot of problems

[B.G.]
Uh-come on
Juvie
Are you ready?

[Juvenile]
Uh-huh

[B.G.]
These hoes.. know.. I act.. bad
They say.. gone.. with your dog.. ass
I slang.. dick.. I lay.. pipe
All fuckin'.. day.. goin' through tha.. night
I fuck.. cousins.. I fuck.. friends
Juvie drive.. Jag.. Geezy ride.. Benz
I'll put that dick on tha ho, look, I'll bust four nuts
Then I open ta see if she can back.. that ass up
Bitch, my dick.. wanna.. feel your.. lips
Don't do it.. right.. go get some.. tips
Come back.. later.. try once.. more
Fuck up a-.. -gain.. bitch, ya gotta.. go
I'm.. gonna.. keep.. doin' my thang
Hot.. Boy B.G. don't play games
Either.. way.. ho, I'll get mine
I'll jack off lookin' you dead in your eyes
So,

(Chorus2x [B.G. + Juvenile])
Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
Lil' B.G. done caught his.. nut
Bitch go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
Juve-.. -nile.. done caught his.. nut

[Juvenile]
Spread your.. legs.. touch your.. toes
Soon as.. I.. come out these.. 'Bauds
I'm J-U-.. -V.. a H-O-.. -T
B-O-.. -Y.. from that.. three
Bitch, I'm.. hot.. sweaty, gettin'.. moist
Tha girl want me.. ta show her my.. choice
Ya know what I.. mean.. I wanna.. push
Dick in your.. ass like it's a.. dousch
Ya gotta be.. clean.. wash it.. good
Before I.. come.. and lay this.. wood
Eat this.. meat.. please, no.. teeth
Every.. day.. and all through tha.. week
I know whatcha.. need.. liquor and.. weed
A hour and a.. half.. I'll plant this.. seed
You do it for that.. I'll do it for.. game
Both of us.. straight.. ya can't com-.. -plain

(Chorus2x)

[Juvenile]
Look at that.. there.. she big.. find
She could be.. yours.. or she could be.. mine
[B.G.]
It ain't no.. thang.. bring her on a.. trip
Get her in tha.. room.. and she'll get it.. flipped
[Juvenile]
She'll do what she.. do.. and do it.. well
And me and.. you.. could make it.. swell
[B.G.]
I'm your.. nigga.. you my.. dog
We fuck.. cuts.. and there's no.. walls
[Juvenile]
It ain't no.. beef.. you could go.. first
Or both of us.. could go.. and hit that.. skirt
[B.G.]
Once it's.. over.. still don't.. stop
Find us a-.. -nother, and open up shop, nigga
[Juvenile]
I'm with.. that.. man, let's.. go
Out right.. now.. to smash some.. hoes
[B.G.]
We play.. that.. just like.. g's
Nigga, I'm.. straight.. 'cause I done bust three
So,

(chorus 2x)

Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
B. At-.. -rice.. done caught his.. nut
Bitch, go, 'head.. catch your.. cut
Sugar.. Slim.. done bust his.. nut
Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
Mannie.. Fresh.. done bust his.. nut
Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut

Lil Wayne:
I ain't terrified from nuthin'
I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me cuz I'm coming
With a oven by my stomach
I'm scramblin' for the money
Tape ya up like a mummy
Call ya people and tell 'em
I need 50 for this dummy
I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin'
Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin
Dumpin' fire and bustin'
Lovin, lyin' and lustin'
Stealin' killin' and rapin
Runnin' climbin and chasin
Strugglin hustin' to make
Get it got it I take it
Watch ya Chevy mister
Move ya purse miss
Cuz I tote heavy pistols
And man they burst quick
It's too late to hesitate
I was told there'd be better days
But shit that was yesterday
And still I haven't ate
But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug
These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood
Can't hide it though
I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove
That's my G-code

Chorus (Lil Wayne):
Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that
(repeat)

Juvenile:
We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthals
Got us a fire connect and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it
Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis
Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in
Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie
Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie
Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus

Juvenile:
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point to make some more green
Get our stash away from dope fiends
Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome
We kept a little work for the ki's and bones
Crowds draw heat so we be's alone
We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all around the clock
We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready
Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus x 2

[Juvenile]
You think this shit happened for me over tha night
This is my life
Everybody know I be on tha flight
To get it right, and keep it right, and stay strong
Nigga thought it wouldn't happen to 'em, but all of 'em dead wrong
Singin' tha same song, sayin', "Juvie ain't shit!"
With a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich."
When tha truth is: they wishin' they was in my shoes
I pay dues, with them pistols I made moves
And I'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard
Why ya fuckin' with mines? I ain't fuckin' with y'all
Tha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh-huh
You didn't know that, now you call for tha plea
Boy, think of all tha places you could possibly be
Then, (?) these bullets (?) is comin' for me
With my T-shirt and Rees on
Cuz only God knows what these niggas be's on

(Chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off
Whoa
You better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off

[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
Sip it
Cock ta act a fool and make 'em dip it (what?)
Chrome MAC diply (what?)
Automatic spitty (what?)
I'm a Hot Boy, nigga, follow me
Do or die, survive with me (huh?)
Blow a pound of that broccoli (huh?)
Hit a block and ya ride with me (huh?)
Cut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter (so?)
Then, Cita, he never walk again (so?)
Don't play with them shots again (oh)
I make them niggas bleed like that time of tha month
See, I told 'em, "Nobody move; nobody head bust."
Plus, a hundred rush turn a boy ta dust
Nigga, I'm a soldier, trust
I'll blow a hole in your guts
And ain't no "if", "and's", or "but's" (uh-uh)
You could get mad and fuss (uh-uh)
Watch your lip, man, you'll touch (uh-uh)
I'll pop a clip in, and bust (uh-uh)
Look, I'm straight thuggin'
Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin'
I'm runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin'
That ain' nothin'
It's Weezy Weez
I show off behind cheese
Get full of trees
Here I come, you better leave

(Chorus2x [Lil' Wayne])
Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa

[B.G. + (Lil' Wayne)]
Niggas know I could get ugly when it come to that (To that)
Oh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if ya come for that (For that)
I ain't no ho, if in beef I ain't gon' run from that (From that)
You got coke, keep it on tha low cuz I'll come for that (For that)
I keep pistols in my possession cuz I stays in shit (What?!)
I was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with K's and shit (Wha?)
My momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha back (Oh)
Shot hookie from school, hung on V.L. and sold a lil' crack (Fo sho')
Niggas respect me cuz they know my nuts be hangin'and swingin' (Hangin')
If my toes get stepped on, I'm click-clackin' and bangin' (Bangin')
I've been out here since I was, like, ten years old
Caught my first gun charge in nineteen-nine-four
Scuffed my knees up a lot, he pulled me out that
I'm out here now, and ain't no way that I'ma look back
Fresh layed tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minute
Put tha gat down
But don't think I still won't act, busta

(Chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
You better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
Get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa

[talking]
[B.G.] What's up, Juvie
[Juvenile] What's happenin', B.Geezy
[B.G.] I'm chillin'. Me, I don't like them old bitch ass niggas
[Juvenile] I don't like them bitch ass niggas either
[B.G.] They better get tha fuck from 'round here
[Juvenile] Rattin' motherfucker

[B.G.]
Nigga, come on my set, I'ma feel disrespect
Now they gon' get they issue, they done walked into that
No vest ain't gon' protect you
The shit that's in my clique gon' sail through your chest fool
I'm tellin' you
I'ma bring drama, chaos, nothin' less
When I'm ridin' 'round your set, it's a nigga best eject
Nigga, like a rain storm, your whole block get wet
All it take is one to tha head, bahdi-by-by, you rest
Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I'm dressed
I represent to tha fullest, nigga, in a Rolex
Roamin' on tha streets, Feds got a warrant for my arrest
Fuck that, I'm just a nigga they gon' have ta catch
I kick a nigga momma door in if he tryin' ta hide
And then I put one in his mom head if I don't get mine
You could call it what you wanna, but that's how I play it
Now play with me, I got a K, and watch how quick I spray it

(Chorus)
[Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[B.G.] I don't even want them niggas hangin' on our block
I don't even want them niggas scorin' out our shop
[Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[B.G.] Man, I don't even want them niggas ridin' down our block
I don't even want them niggas lookin' at our shop

[Juvenile]
You don't know you're not suppose ta be around these parts
You don't know you goin' in and you might get caught
You be tryin' ta get some information out these broads
Tryin' ta find out where a nigga hide his stash and cars
It's niggas like you that be gettin' niggas like me stuck
It's niggas like you that be givin' niggas like me up
I'm tryin' ta figure if you work for tha police or what
You plobly hangin' 'round a nigga 'cause you need a buck
They got dope around tha projects, and it leads to us
Feds know we ain't be sellin' nothin' but ki's and up
Rattin', I gotcha
I'm lookin' for ya with MAC-10's ta pop ya
You never thought that I would do that ta stop ya
That lil' man was surprised to have you like I gotcha
See me empty every clip out of my chopper
You gon' get caught up 'cause you keep fuckin' with poppa... poppa

(Chorus)
[Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[B.G.] Man, I don't even want them niggas hangin' on our block
I don't even want them niggas scorin' out our shop
[Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[B.G.] Man, I don't even want them niggas ridin' down our block
And I betta not catch them niggas hangin' 'round our shop

[B.G.]
Wodie, are you ready ta get this beef cookin'?
'Cause once it's on tha stove, get on your shit because I'm lookin'
You betta know
I ain't gonna let a nigga disrespect my clique
And I ain't gon' let a nigga come and take my shit
That'll make me look like a stone cold bitch
So ain't no way I ain't gon' grab my K and let my shit spit
When I spin the ben I don't give a fuck who gets split
If you get hit... it's all on you if you innocent
It's game we play, and it's hectic
If you ain't got a vest, you ain't protected
With pussy-niggas... my block's infested
So one by one, they all gon' get rested
Me and my others' dog act a ass, ho
When I hit you all in your face, your casket is closed
You came 'round tha wrong hood and got that ass burnt
Nigga thought it was all good and got that ass burnt... that ass burnt

(Chorus)
[Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round my door
[B.G.] I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round our block
I don't even want these niggas scorin' out our shop
[Juvenile] I don't even want these niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want these niggas tryin' ta come ta score
[B.G.] I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round our block
I don't even want these niggas scorin' out our shop
[Juvenile] I don't even want these niggas comin' 'round no more
Look, I don't even want you niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[B.G.] I don't even want you niggas ridin' down my block
I don't even betta not catch you niggas lookin' at my shop,
nigga

{B.G. + Juvenile talking}
[B.G.] Ha-ha
[Juvenile] What up, what up
[B.G.] Old bitch-ass, ruckus
Fuck, did y'all just jumped off tha porch
Ass-niggas betta stay... your mother fuckin' ass back
[Juvenile] Turnin' state
Motherfucker 'round here turnin' state, ha
You're rattin' on a nigga, ha
We gonna get your motherfuckin' ass
[B.G.] How ya luv that
[Juvenile] Askin' my old lady where tha dope at, ha
Follow her again, bitch, I'ma catch ya
[B.G.] Uh-huh
Fuckin' with tha B.Geezy
[Juvenile] I got a cake baked for ya
[B.G.] Nigga, Juvie
[Juvenile] We got a cake baked for ya

(Juvenile)
You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money
Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds
A nigga with tattoos all over his arm
A nigga with a gold grill, diamonds in his charm
A nigga that'll tell your girl, "Fuck that nigga!"
Your givin' me tha pussy, you don't love that nigga
You need a nigga that'll put you in your place
Put that dick on ya at anytime of tha day
A nigga that'll give ya a lil' somethin' if it's right
A nigga that you may not see for three or four nights
A nigga standin' tall like tha Statue of Liberty
A nigga on fire like a match and a cigarette
A nigga that'll take care of his kids if it's his
A nigga that's a handsome lil' son of a bitch
A nigga like.. me.. never get tired
You lookin' for a Hot Boy, girl, I got that fire

(Chorus4x [Juvenile])
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer

[Juvenile]
Some old ghetto-face, blue-hair, funny-ass lookin' bitch
Was tryin' ta holla at a nigga... talkin' some bullshit
I told her, "If ya fuck everybody it's all gravy."
She didn't say nothin', she stood there lookin' at me crazy
Then she got mad, and called me bitches and motherfuckers
I waited 'til I got by the door, reached back and stuck her
She did what any bitch woulda did, and got the law for me
Talkin' 'bout gonna press charges and get her pa for me
I told him, "When I get outta jail, I'ma beat ya awfully
and open up fire at your pa to back him up off of me."
All she wanted to do was scream out "Juvie"
While I hit her from tha back and smack her on tha booty
Bite tha titties, get tha head, break tha bed
Pull off tha rubber and bust a nut on her leg
Some of these hoes be tellin' me," I'm just an admirer."
I don't wanna fuck ya; shit, I got that fire

(Chorus [Juvenile])
Shit, I got that fire
Shit, I got that fire
Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer

[Mannie Fresh]
Baby baby baby
Look, baby girl: work it, just don't quit
See I love it when you young ass shake them tits
You lil' vivrant thang
You like Burger King?
Well you can go in and swing on J's Whopper Ding-a-ling
You make me really lump up in tha pants
Every time I see your sexy ass do that dance
And you can tell your friends you know a
Nigga with a dick like a great big cobra
We can bang bang bang all night long
Knock your head against tha bed 'til tha inside's gone
When ya see your sister, tell her, "It's alright."
She still make my dick BOOM like dynamite
Tell her Tiger Woods... but I won't
Eat no pussy... cuz I don't
You wanna nigga that'll fuck ya in tha park in tha grass
You wanna nigga that'll stick a big stick in your ass
That fire!

(Chorus Juvenile)
I got that fire
Shit, I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
I got that fire
Shit, I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer

[Juvenile]
He got that fire
Fresh, he got that fire
Girl, holla at my nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Shit, he got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
B.G., he got that fire
Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Turk, he got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Slim, he got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Wayne, he got that fire
Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Baby, he got that fire
Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Juvi, he got that fire
Girl, holla at this nigga if you want this Oscar Meyer

[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't ready to go to tha pen
You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men
You lil boyz better stay in your place
You lil boyz ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case
You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl
You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world
You lil boyz had better hit you a lick
You lil boyz shouldn't have ta ask another nigga for shit
You lil boyz don't even respect your momma
You lil boyz don't even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer
You lil boyz swear to God it's a game
You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name
You lil boyz always be makin' a scene
You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens

(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, you lil boyz better slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds

[Baby]
You lil boyz better clear tha block
'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop
Can't let it slide 'cause these lil boyz ain't right
Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight
I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess
Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
You're outta line if you're playin' with mine
Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil
Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather
Fuckin' with my cheddar
B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever
But, however, if I could do
I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool

(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
You lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look

[Mannie Fresh]
Check it out, check it out
You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y'all shit
You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see
You lil boyz know y'all time is up
You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck
You lil boyz kinda like had '99
But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it's mine
You lil boyz need ta (???) with y'all's friends
You lil boyz really women with paws like mens
You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn
You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children
You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats
You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets
You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty
You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town
You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns

[Lil' Wayne]
Look, look,
When.. I.. ride.. dog
Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog
Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog
'Cause I'm about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga
Look, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
Keep sprayin'.. tha MAC-11.. burst
Hit 'em where it.. hurts
I'ma shoot.. first
Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!)
Blood all over tha place
Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place
It's Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now
If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down

(Chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, look,
'Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds

[Lil' Wayne]
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
What

[Juvenile (Verse 1)]
You live that life... slangin' that iron off tha porch
When a nigga blow... you hit him up with tha torch
You got confidence... you got your chest buffed out
If you buy a Lex... you got your shit clutched out
Niggas know your name... 'cause they done heard it in tha pen
Niggas know your face... 'cause of tha places you done ben
Your family straight... is that goin' for somethin'
You got your lil' man with ya... he ain't askin' for nothin'
Get rid of these roaches... you got a Cash Money toaster
Ready for war... you got that iron in your holster
Full of that fire... black magic on your tires
You keep all of your hoes 'cause you a liar
You're swolled up... you just come home from doin' sticks
You done blowed up... and you already got them bricks
If they try ta jack... is you gon' put 'em in they place?
When you cock your shit... is you gon' hit 'em in they face?

(Chorus)
Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step
Play if me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 223's, and you march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

[Verse 2]
You full of that liquor... you just met a little freak
And you're ready to hit her... up in the corner, and it's sweet
You're feelin' good... you're makin' money out the ass
Up in your neighborhood... you 'bout ta go buy you a Jag
You're quittin' the game... everything is gravy
Cuz ya made a little change... from bustin' them niggas' brains
Ya like how ya live... you got everything ya need
Up inside of your crib... like Hennesy and weed
You're runnin' with killers... you got that green shit with ya
You're slingin' them pillas... you don't know nothin' but guerrillas
You got television... up in your Lexus and your Benz
You can go and get 'em... showin' off in twenty-inch rims
'Bout 187... you put a finish to your beef
With them MAC-11's... while your suckin' your gold teeth
You accept your lick... look, you protect it like a man
When you got that iron... is you gon' slang what's in yo' hand?

(Chorus)
Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 223's, and you march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

[Verse 3]
You full of some diamonds... you got your Rolie iced out
You're steadily shinin'... you livin' in a nice house
You gon' put your girl... up on tha next thing smokin'
If she think you're jokin'... is she gon' get a quick chokin'?
You could take a trip... to tha Bahamas if you want
You could turn a trick... with lil' momma if ya want
You ain't worried 'bout nothin'... tha game been good to you
So you done retired from hustlin'... or is ya still doin' somethin'?
You tired of them laws... tryin' ta take niggas ta jail
You tired of them boys... cuz you got money for your bail
You got a reputation... cuz you be bustin' them heads
Niggas be infiltratin'... tryin' ta give you up to tha Feds
You eat tha best of shit... and be ballin' at breakfast-s
Tattoos all on your stomach and on your neck and shit
You 'bout ridin' up in tha best of shit, and them new Lexus-s
You got nothin' but diamonds up in your necklaces

(Chorus)
Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Bring your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

[Juvenile]
Bring your MAC-11, and march nigga step
Bring your AK, march nigga step
Bring your MAC-90, march nigga step
Call my nigga, Baby, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, Weezy, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, Turk, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, Geezy, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, Mannie, ta march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Play with tha CMB, you gon' march nigga step
March nigga step

[Mannie Fresh talking]
In tha year 2000
March nigga step
Get tha fuck on

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

[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

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]
Get out the way now, hey.. get out the way now..
Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. ahh, ahh
Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. mmm
Get out the way.. get out the way now..

You wonder why I don't smile and don't make friends
Or ki-ki with new niggaz; cause I don't know dem
I didn't shoot marbles witcha and you ain't no kin
Kissin ass like you be doin look you ain't no men
The only reason you're talkin crazy cause you drank mo' gin
You can take it there if you want, look you ain't gon' win
And I'm feelin like an example is needed to be made
I'ma take this calico and go bust me a head
They might just won't retailate, they might just be afraid
Some niggaz I been fuckin with controllin what they say
It's still on! They wouldn't let me ride
That was they nigga that we killed so one of us gotta die
Oh yeah, they wanna play ha?
Must really be underestimatin me and this 'k ha?
It must not be meant for you so please get out the way now
I'm one of the best doin this, bout every day now.. hah..

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm warnin ya, I'm tellin ya
A HeadBusta is up in ya area
Don't stand there better be bailin brah
Or hollow tip bullets gonna tear you up

[Juvenile]
I wonder how long it's gon' take 'fore niggaz realize I'm not a game
Look at me nigga, you think I'm playin?
Do it look like everything in my life goin correctly?
Bitch, I'ma be bout it 'til the man come get me
I got a fucked up conscience, and my thinkin ain't right
I got a brand new child but look I'ma slanger tonight
Nigga swellin up his chest, cause I'm bangin his wife
I'm at the bar drinkin Hennessy, he came with a knife
I got my man on the side of me, he scopin him right
He think it's over but he gonna get fucked over tonight
If I got problem witcha I'ma address it, front and center
If we beef in January, won't be until December
I'm tryin to getcha outta here
Like your momma and your lawyer, stuck with four or five open charges
Dealin with you bitches like you're one of my children
Whippin your ass because you left out the buildin

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Fuck with a G ain't gon' never stop
Somebody gotta go - you better have the better plot
Cause if not, little shit could escalate to big shit
One of your little man'sll be the one pay you a visit
Enticed by them neighbors, they gave him a picture
Twenty G's, some toolies, now he comin to getcha
Wodie my life is like a football field
He done crossed the line of scrimmage is the one I kill, and I feel
That the marker should be first and goal
And I got the ball of course, goin in to sco' - nigga
What's my motherfuckin name? Wodie it don't matter
What's the shit up in my hand? A piece of chrome manner
And I just had me a blunt, and a cup of that gin
Don't get scared now motherfucker you in trouble my friend

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Get out the way now, hey..
Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. mm
Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. uhh
Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. uhh
Get out the way now, the CMR is on the way now.. mm
Get out the way now, a Ju-ve-nile is on the way now

[Juvenile]
Say Bubba
I'm glad you, gave me the green light
so I can write some shit, for my hood
And talk about the shit I see
Y'knahmsayin? I've been waitin for this chance to do this
and express my motherfuckin self, and still make fun at the shit
Y'all ready to do this?

You might get flipped in the Nolia
You might get water whipped in the Nolia
And niggaz is a trip in the Nolia
They be on some shit in the Nolia
Them hoes be twerkin in the Nolia
Police be lurkin in the Nolia
My pockets be hurtin in the Nolia
You gotta be workin in the Nolia
I hit my first bitch in the Nolia
I hit my first lick in the Nolia
I opened up shop in the Nolia
I damn near got popped in the Nolia
I be up in the cuts in the Nolia
Hemmin them niggaz up in the Nolia
Oh yeah we stick together in the Nolia
Down for whatever in the Nolia

[Chorus]
Magnolia my home, and it's gon' always be
You get a trespassin charge when you fuckin with me
Magnolia my home, and it's gon' always be
You get a trespassin charge when you fuckin with me

[Juvenile]
Yeah I was strugglin in the Nolia
Came up on nothin in the Nolia
Nigga was hustlin in the Nolia
Junkies was rushin in the Nolia
I done had fights in the Nolia
Damn near lost my life in the Nolia
We play the porch in the Nolia
We hang out in the courts in the Nolia
We be on the flight in the Nolia
We be up all night in the Nolia
I used to live in the Nolia
Ever since a kid in the Nolia
Nigga gettin busted in the Nolia
Some niggaz can't be trusted in the Nolia
A nigga got jacked in the Nolia
Got stabbed in the back of the Nolia

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Nigga shoot dice in the Nolia
We fuckin nigga wifes in the Nolia
We always act our ass in the Nolia
We always have a splash in the Nolia
Oh yeah we havin wars in the Nolia
Shootin at niggaz cars in the Nolia
We all go to ki's in the Nolia
We all wear soldierees in the Nolia
Dem hoes thick fine in the Nolia
We throw second lines in the Nolia
We got no cheap in the Nolia
Come and holla at my peeps in the Nolia
The shit don't ever stop in the Nolia
It's always pepper hot in the Nolia
We got a lot of thugs in the Nolia
But we got a lot of love in the Nolia

[Chorus - repeat 1.5X]

[Juvenile]
Uhh, yeah
For my T.C. niggaz, my bootleg niggaz
This for my motherfuckin 6th street niggaz
My LaSalle street niggaz
Yeah, my Belmont niggaz, yeah
My Magnolia niggaz
Fuck with us you gonna get fucked over nigga
For who? This one for my Magnolia niggaz
Fuck with us you gonna get fucked over nigga
Yeah, believe dat!
I can't see it no other way.. [repeats and fades]

[Juvenile]
Look I'm tryin to live right now
Make a better place for my kids right now
Or get out my face is how it is right now
All I wanna have is my own shit right now..
So much go through my head all day
The game situation is be paid or played
I gotta eat the lottery is not for me it's homicide and robbery
And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks
It ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason
I got away from all that bullshit, that thuggin and thievin
And as far as this Cash Money shit it's part of my blood
And we feed each other everyday by showin 'em love
It don't matter what we came into we gonna stay blood
And whoever sleepin on it dem dat's gonna wake up
I need dough to feed me and my people
To get a pie and eat special from, Julio's
Fuck ya boy, I don't care, who he know
Just make sho', that he pay, who he owe
I ain't tryin to be a bully I just want what I earned
He's a hardheaded child and it's time to be learned

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad
You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad

[Juvenile]
I've seen shit that a child my age, shouldn'ta saw
They bustin right over the backseat of a stolen car
I was seven they had to be about nine or ten
His momma Fay she done ran through who's dyin again
Damn but I don't really think she mean what she say
As soon as she smoke that crack, shit done fucked with her head
Momma gon' love her kids, and they (?) aware
And if momma don't love her children, then momma need prayer
Durin the struggles of my life I learned to take heed to shit
I paid attention to everything that went on in the bricks
All of the early morning rushes to the late night fights
I always visioned that one day this would be my life
Back then it wasn't gravy, the street wasn't right
Especially in our house, we didn't eat some nights
On come new technology these days and times
And it gave us other avenues and ways to grind
Fuck what you got nigga, I'm makin mine
I messed up my first lil change, I'ma be straight this time
To the fullest, always huntin, for it to spend
I went out and got it dawg, I can do it again

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Get off the block lil nigga this my spot lil nigga
I don't care what you got you get shot lil nigga
I been thuggin, and I'm lovin my life
The reason I made it to here because I been livin trife
For spite stoppin knockin old niggaz off
Tryin to be the fuckin boss and shotcall
Ride round in the toughest cars, double R's
Fuckin over niggaz don't want see me ball
Now which one of your peers wanna come do this
I ain't with all of that talkin cause my gun do flip
Lift niggaz off they feet when they run they lip
Tryin to tell you bout people, tell you that chick's on chips
You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad
I'm straight off of the street that's why I'm out chea bad
Comin through yo' door with a bag and a Mag

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
If you don't like me nigga, nigga come out
Fuck, I don't like you either though bitch-ass nigga
Boy-ass nigga.. what? Fuck you in ya ass

[Chorus]

Da da da
Da da da da.. hahahaha
I don't like you either though
Punk, pussy, candy-ass nigga
Wearin another nigga drawers ass nigga
Take it like a man ya heard me?

Mannie: Meet me on my track. Ah-ah..
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Waaaannnnhhh (Cat Meow)
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Look at that!
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Whoo! Ooh!
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Bring it on in...
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Ahn-hanh!
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Ah-ah..
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..
Mannie: Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah.
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma..

Oh, where she get her eyes from? She get it from her mamma..
Oh, where she get her thighs from? She get it from her mamma..
Where she learn how to cook from? She get it from her mamma..
Oh, where she get them looks from? She get it from her mamma..
But where she get that ass from? She get it from her mamma..
But where she get her class from? She get it from her mamma..
Oh, where she get that chest from? She get it from her mamma..
Where she learn how to dress from? She get it from her mamma..
Where does she get her sense from? She get it from her mamma..
Where does she get her income? She get it from her mamma..
Look, where she get that walk from? She get it from her mamma..
Nigga, where she get that talk from? She get it from her mamma..
I wonder why she so crazy.. She get it from her mamma..
Why she wanna be my old lady? She get it from her mamma..
Why she be actin' like that? She get it from her mamma..
Why she ain't give me the cat? She get it from her mamma..

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you,
Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too.
A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you,
Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too.

Why she swear she the boss? She get it from her mamma..
Why she always gotta call the law? She get it from her mamma..
Why we always havin' arguments? She get it from her mamma..
Why she always gotta call her friend? She get it from her mamma..
Why she always gotta piss me off? She get it from her mamma..
Why she always gotta take the call? She get it from her mamma..
Why she wore that tight piece man? She get it from her mamma..
Got a nigga rock hard and I'm tweakin, She get it from her mamma..
Why she got a nigga lookin' when he speakin, She get it from her mamma..
Why she got me tryin'a get with her this weekend? She get it from her mamma..
And I heard she could fuck too.. She get it from her mamma..
She'll leave a nigga stuck too.. She get it from her mamma..
Who told her I was fuckin 'round? She get it from her mamma..
Who told her I was back in town? She get it from her mamma..
Who said don't be scared of him? She get it from her mamma..
Who said you better marry him? She get it from her mamma..

[Chorus, 2x]

Who told her not to fuck with me? She get it from her mamma..
Who told her I'ma fuck then leave? She get it from her mamma..
Who said I'm smokin' marijuana? She get it from her mamma..
Who said I be up on the corner? She get it from her mamma..
Why my ties all cut up? Shit! She get it from her mamma..
Why my windows all bust up? Bitch! She get it from her mamma..
Oh, where she get them lips from? She get it from her mamma..
Oh, where she get them hips from? She get it from her mamma..
Where she learn how to twurk from? She get it from her mamma..
Where she learn how to work from? She get it from her mamma..
Why she be with that trippin? She get it from her mamma..
We be chillin and she start to flippin. She get it from her mamma..
But she still with a nigga, tho.. She get it from her mamma..
She'll kill for a nigga, tho.. She get it from her mamma
And when she's shive, she draw attention. She get it from her mamma..
Natural with no extensions.. She get it from her mamma..

[Chorus, 2x]

Mannie:
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Wha? (She get it from her mamma..)
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Wha? (She get it from her mamma..)
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Wha? (She get it from her mamma..)
La, la, la, la, look behind her. (She get it from her mamma..)
She, sh, she, she, she get it from her mamma..
La, la, la, la, look behind her. (She get it from her mamma..)
She, sh, she, she, she get it from her mamma.. Wha?
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah-ah-ah, Ah-ah, (She get it from her mamma..)
She... She (era-era-era) Get It From, Her Mamma..
(She get it from her mamma..)
(She get it from her mamma..)
(She get it from her mamma..)
Keep it, keep it, keep it, I keep it.. I keep it..
(Hottt.. Hottt.. Hottt.. Shh...)
Waaaannnnhhh (Cat Meow)
Whaaaaaaaaa! She get it from her mamma!

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?

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***

[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]

(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)

[Chorus (Juvenile X2):]
I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

[Verse 1 (Juvenile)]
Look, Look,
You ever had corns on your finger from squeezing a Mac too much ?
Nigga be robbing the dice game, while me and lil wack you up,
Tripping, stole and stripped cars for a living,
Stayed away from home whenever they was bitching,
We used to rush the customers for sales when they pulled up in cars,
Until the undercovers started putting us behind bars,
Menace to Society is all we watch In the back seat strapped with the throw away glock,
I got some partners in the business never seeing the light,
Ya people would have gotten Cochrane if ya cheese was right,
You know I hold it down player, you a dog,
I'm a real nigga I ain't gon' stop accepting your phone call,
I'ma blow and toss a hoe for you like I'm supposed to do,
I'm serious and focused too, you know I'm overdue,
The first nigga to park a Rolls-Royce in the bricks,
While I fly a private charter out of town by a bitch

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 2 (Juvenile)]
Try to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds,
As long as I breathe there ain't nothing in this world that they can't be,
Yeah I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke,
Started tweaking and broke into the people's house next door,
Shot a nigga for smoking rocks on my mom back porch,
Damn near graduated and got on that dope,
My, work is in part, I am better than smart,
Homie, I hustle with a strategy that has never been taught,
I could make a coke flip, I can make a hoe strip,
I can spray a whole clip, I takes nothing from no bitch,
I got the money in the case, .45 on the waist,
Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gates,
Could you believe a nigga feeling like he still ain't ate,
Huh, y'all don't understand, you should have seen my plate,
I'd love to give you some credit, but even you said it,
Your serious about your money, and right now I'm trying to get it

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3 (Baby)]
Yeah, CMR, Black Connection,
I'm on a mission Lil Daddy to put this paint on the caddy,
Riding through the hood and we blowing them candy,
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet,
I was raised in the 3rd thats the heart of the streets,
Saw death and crime from the first same time,
Them rims on shine just a vision of mine,
Put this shit back together cuz I stay on the grind,
Niggaz know I gets me, I stunt all the time,
For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown,
OG mother fuckers who be getting it on,
Niggaz stunt'n and they shining, Bling Blinging all the time and,
I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm driving,
Nigga thug till' death remember the projects ?,
Juve done came back now you bitches upset ?,
Niggas know how we getting it, cuz we getting it on,
Keep em' coming, keep on gettin it bitch my money is long,

[Chorus X2]

(Juvenile)
Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Mic check one, two
it's Juvenile coming through
Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon

(Verse 1)
Who the man? if I ain't it nigga can't claim it
I can take a small name and make it famous
I reason with no one homie I got fa sho cliental
I'm a XL out here in the streets or lyin in jail
I'm quick tempered please limit ya words
I will send you in a hurry down south with the Spurs
it's kind of hard to understand me cause I speak with a slur
but my guns speak a language all the people done heard
streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute
ya fuckin with a general salute me lieutenant
I'm not too particular with lies
I look 'em in the eyes say a pray before you die
this ain't about me this about somethin thats spoke
you know runnin with a nigga while you cuttin his throat
oh them loose lip bitches get hung from a rope you know
bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh!

(Chorus - repeat 2X)
Cock it, take berrata then pop it
give me that out ya pocket cause the best can't stop it
East coast wuzzup, Down south wuzzup
West coast wuzzup, Mid West wuzzup

(Verse 2)
Keep on makin ya laws, I'm a keep breaking them
I can move a package in any city I'm stationed in
if ya son touchin my shit you better pray for him
bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatreds been
I ain't the only solider they got alot of these
all of these children make me know who dropped alot of seeds
I smoke till my eyes shut
stay strapped so if you think about sneakin you better wise up
hit you with the traqualizer let it fill ya head
paralyze you have ya screamin "I can't feel my legs"
regardless of what a nigga or a bitch done said
the shell around ya get poked like eggs
I'm from the M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A
my bitches gonna listen to what the hell I say
you niggas gonna respect it or get out my way
or the (??) gonna have to do ya autopsay (autopsy)
(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
You old niggas on ya last limb
move over let some niggas who really want it come cash in
suppose to get killed for cock blockin in cells
solider bet you can't get no chronic up in hell
fresh off the porch where the stash spot
I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my Dad got
got the chopper cut the weight, nice in the stash box
nigga be on paper so himmed up from the bad cops
how the hoes be actin over dey child support
I need to snatch me a coat and endorse it with dope
I ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it
niggas gon' let us get that whenever we want it
beef is beef whenever the shit occurs
if it's real it's gon' resolve into metal for sure
but hit the right one he ain't respectin my bad
my only satisfaction will be poppin your ass

[Chorus 2x Juvenile]
Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't paly with us lil daddy becuase we'll have you in stiches
It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
I pledge aleadgence with the four nickle you niggas know pickle
Cock the pistol point my issue at you and whoadie who with you
Your body ain't nothing but greasle I can see threw the tissue
They gone think you was in gymnastics how this chopper gone flip you
I might have to crash the party if niggas gets me started
Better watch this big glock forty because this bitch gets retarted
Fuck with me shorty I can teach you how to be flawless
NOPD want to see me up in court with them lawyers
Hating planting them charges take a nigga reguardless
Fuck them and duck them though tell them they suck on a hard dick
When we was wilding in the nolia they was calling us babies
I guess the same shit went on in the eighties they still crazy
I'm with it too kind of sneaky know how to get at you
Not trying to have momma crying and miserable
I already know what guns can do
I done seen some of the worst niggas get blown in two
Come on

[Chorus 2x Juvenile and Skip]
Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures (Skip says: Ha)
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil daddy because we will have you in stiches (Skip says: Pow)
It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches

[Verse 2: Skip]
Yeah she say she love me (yeah) everytime she fuck me (yeah)
But then she saying fuck me (fuck me) evertime we fussing
Skip I'm sick of hustling (sick) boy you just disgusting
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch don't you tell me nothing
All you know is dollars (dollars) dulche and cabona (ha)
Gucci fendi chanel manolo prada all you are is problems
I can't help you solve so when you think just think nah don't invole him (what)
Hang up when you calling (nah) caller id all of them
If it's no number I don't answer ain't no sense in calling
Bitch I'm back to balling like I fell off
Like if I was doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all
What I can tell y'all except suck dick and swallow
Yeah you look good but can you walk like a model
Bitch I pop collars (bling) and I clock dollars
So watch and watch and watch for the shots (pow)

[Chorus 2x Juvenile]

[Verse 3: Wacko]
Man look at bo over there wilding cursing bitches (bitch, ho) smoking joes nah
Got two open charges niggas talking around dro
Sarge and them so smart they spin the bend in regular clothes nah
But whoadie and them so smart before they spin lil one close shop
Slim just got popped for a doja grind and a weed pipe
Guest they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes
Fuck that we got bond money nigga we tight
UTP six court cut throat nigga we right
Tyring to get you niggas to understand it's a new day
New jewels, new shoes, new tools, new pay, new trips, new clips, new whips, new kay
A million for my great grandchildren until my due date
The you straight I'm just trying to make sure you straight
Keep them nappy head bitches out your face cousin and move weight
Every nigga working with something dick they do take
Don't you fall off behind a fat ass and a cute face (stupid)

[Chorus 2x Juvenile]

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
C'mon...... C'mon...
I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you gon' tell me where its at
you see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the mac
black hood with black gloves, bandanna round the mouth
a nigga posted up on every perimeter around your house
and we didn't come here for a meeting, or here to loose time
we some niggaz who wanna be eating better in due time
muther fuck leaving the block, better to use nines
It ain't no secret I'm cheap, however my jewels shines
The prisons got way more niggaz than the streets do
who average more than 30 murders a week (nigga we do)
It ain't a war thang, its a fuck me, fuck y'all thang
And we got hoes that know how to sneak guns in the bars man
So think twice about leaving the gun in the car man
Nigga don't give a fuck about moving son on the wall man
Ain't no everybody, its yourself and you all in
If you paying traps you don't deserve to be balling

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Its enemy turf that I'm on
so I'ma play it how it go
cock the hollow points into my black calico
I'ma make all these bitch niggaz respect me right
please let me hit another lick, I'ma be set for life

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Look I'ma solid 170, lips like Bill Bellamy
Fresh out of the court house from whipping the felony
Didn't really want to hurt her, but you know how it is
You better not ever disrespect me hoe in front of my kids
ayo the cops be rolling, therefore I fucks with no one
I went and copped me 4 guns, I'm bout to bust this open
To all you bitch niggaz doubting the force, its gon' get ugly
I'm that nigga that'll fuck you up quick, thats why the streets love me
Catch me posted in Louisiania with privacy I'm doing it
Niggaz having problems with coke but we still moving it
Whatever's on the market I can work it
I ain't scared, I ain't nervous, give it to Juve dog and watch me serve it
You holding on the coke now whats the purpose, (?) gon hook it up too
nigga the scheme is perfect, ya heared me
now why is you acting like it ain't worth it
you gon' make me take it, nigga I gotta make it

[Chorus]

[Talking]
Say nigga, heard a nigga picking (?)
Heard a nigga got all kinda shit ever since he hit that lick he
don't want to fuck with a nigga, but look this what we gonna do man
I want you to go get your niggaz and go find that muther fucker do him in
ain't nuthing going on around this muther fucker if I ain't got my hands in it
I put a nigga on his feet and this how he gonna treat a nigga ?
I promise, I put this on my babies dawg, we gon get that motherfucker

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
They talking bout' putting a sting on me cuz they say I've been making too much
Fuck what they talking bout', this how I grew up
But this ain't nuthing new bruh, we been throwing this "U" up
We had some altercations and things but they got blew up
New has and Curly head them niggaz dirty in the TC
Shit that a G like me couldn't even tell you on a CD
So i'ma make all of my enemies never forget me
You looking at one of the realest niggaz from Feret Street

[Chorus]

[Wacko]
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on! K L C nigga, come on! Holla!

[Verse 1: Wacko]
I done tightened up on my G dog
Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws
Ya man trippin'? Girl, look we can creep on
Ya friends stressin' too, I'll flip all 3 of yall
Respect my steez, I ain't really bout fallin' in love
I travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs
Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time
With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9
To these niggas I'm easy to be provokin'
Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin'
Don't make me proceed
I'll hit you from ya neck to ya knees
Have ya gaggin' where ya barely could breathe
But I ain't in here for this
Whoadie, I'm in here to get me a bitch
Bring her back to the telly to issue some dick
Hook up with Juve and Skip, go get me a brick
And get ready for next Sunday, to snatch a new bitch

[Chorus: repeat 3X]
[Juvenile] You can have an ole' lady
[Skip] But them hoes
[Wacko] They for everybody

[Juvenile] Let her go dawg, that ain't ya hoe dawg
[Skip] Let me get broke off
[Wacko] Up in this jump off!

[Verse 2: Skip]
I done tightened up on my G dog
I was ducked out at first but now I beat broads
Cock back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you lookin' mad now I ain't 'cha
I know +50 Cent+ and bitch I ain't no +Wanksta+
And I don't get down like that
In the right time, at the right spot
If you try to buck, you gone get shot
Hey fella, calm down. I know what ya thinkin'
But I got 1 in this chamber and I been drinkin'
Don't make me proceed
Spit in ya face, bastard ya seed
Widow ya wife, you don't need my shit in ya life!
Especially how I'm feelin' tonight
If it was good, it'd be different
But it's not, so it's not, so let's end it!
And bring this shit back to business
You can have yo bitch dog
I live by the rules I'm givin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Come on, come on, come on
Grab yo bitch by the arm cuz if she stop she hit
Oh, I know how to get 'em, I hit her with lotsa dick
The simple things I'm knowing that she probably miss
And in return, she going out and buyin' me shit!
I hope my adversaries is listening:
Motherfucka with tryna be eased from these D-vils
Cuz we evil in this!
I'm not about to waste my cream on a bitch
I be outcher tryna get money, while she schemin' for dick
I ain't gone lie, if my ole lady leave a nigga, I'm sick
But we ain't married, so fuck it, she ain't got nothing to get
I had to go in fronta the jury January the 6th
I promise, ya Honor, I ain't been doin' the shit!
They just like to keep niggas like me in a mix
And use it on TV and radio as a skit
Wanna see some masks, make a move to the bricks
But before you make that move grab the tool and the clips
Ya heard me?

[Chorus]

[Juvenile] Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog
[Skip] Let me get broke off
[Wacko] In this jump off

[Chorus: Juvenile]
It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants
Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance
Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance
But can't a nigga get a little head in advance
It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants
Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance
Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance
But can't a nigga get a little head in advance

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Maybe not probably don't even feel that way
I kid you not, what's under my waist is real I say
A yo my fire cracker pop like independence day
Them dick suckers long shoud have been in sentence may
I do a little something I got that cut to tie your thighs up
I'm not asthmatic look, I'm healthy and I could fuck
That teenage pussy I don't want so zip it up
And no satchatories having in here so catch a cut
Ohh how I love it when half your ass show
When you catch the side view it look like two elbows
And my dick stuck to my leg like velcro
Stop cock blockin and let them females go
If the hoes keep asking me up I got to stop her
I've been searching for me a lifipeepoper
I'm serious you should wanna fuck with me period
Because I'm a little bit more then just a lyricist

[Chorus: Juvenile]

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
This is to alisha, camren, roshon and don
If you fuck with pimp baby show me your thong
Get your big ass up hoe you know this your song
Big daddy gonna be smashing it till four in the morn
You doing them jeans yeah black you need to stop it
It look like you got a loaf of bread in your pocket
Should have followed you first ma and snatch you first
But when I'm drinking everyboady look like they got worth
I ain't even gotta tell a woman what I'm worth
She gonna show me some affection when I raise my shirt
I ain't never bought a woman where I do my dirt
To a nice confined spot where I can lift that skirt
Hopefully she illegal with the head and all
Probably heard of my background and said I'm a dog
But it ain't about me baby it's about y'all
My fantasy is knocking four of y'all off

[Chorus]

Shake that ass mami
If you trying to get to juvenile pass him
I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense
It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Show me that poo shooter any way you throw it I'm gonna do ya
Just let wardy do this manever
All thow I'm from the sewer
I like having relations
I punch a bitch in the head for playing with my patience
I make a local hoe turn hashin had me at the station
They hating saying that I violated my probation
Theres a lot of kinky shit that's going up in the clubs
We be popping exctasy looking for woman to hug
I promised not to get you caught up in these drugs
Put this gun in your purse mami and roll with a thug
Your girlfriends always saying she ain't like that
Well post up right there mami i'll be right back

[Chorus]

Shake that ass mami
If you trying to get to juvenile pass him
I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense
It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking
Shake that ass mami
If you trying to get to juvenile pass him
I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense
It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking

Mannie Talking:]
Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls
lil children, dogs and cats
right now, you are listening to the incredible drum patterns of
DJ Mannie Fresh

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN !

[Chorus (X2)]
Mannie: I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels,
I'm a fuck ho's, I'm a smoke weeds,
Got alot of drinks, steppin out, gators, coca-cola mink
Juvenile: I Need it in my life, I want it in my life
come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life

[Verse 1 (Juvenile)]
Its ya nigga Juve, from the magnolia, still loakin,
You ho's gon' know whats up with me
Bust the pussy open
Loose titty, loose booty,
round down and up,
if a gangsta can't touch it, what you bouncin it fo'
Now give me leway, watch how a G play
Watch how my name get caught up in the he and she say
Its UTP day, we with the streets may
They represent us when they hear us at the DJs
Break bread with me nigga, demand with me
though we was beefin , your supposed to spend your cash with me
I'm in here last with me, hold me down, give me a whip, give me
a trick and let her blow me down,
I'm so gutter, I'm so slick, i'm so grimey
I promise you something, I bet you gon find me
I'm a eat, purchase, whatever I please
CO, give me the keys, aww please, I need two of these

[Chorus (X1)]

[Verse 2 (Juvenile)]
I'm a be so courageous,
and so contagious,
Until my jail rap sheets gonna recieve mo' pages,
Listen to Juve cuz this my year mon' (my year mon')
Invision I'm bout to kick it in here mon' (in here mon')
Don't you see the Soldiers and Bauds when I appear mon' (appear mon')
About being written on my face cuz I know fear mon' (fear mon')
Me and my team got a scheme to go light the block up,
Skip, Smoove put in work and wacko poppin the chopper
I Scream the "U" cuz I mean it,
the only difference is you be throwing your set up when you screamin
I Seen it, Man all of the obstacles that I been through,
what make you think i'm a be scared of a trick like you,
I'm ya dog, let me get it all consign me,
you ain't paid them last people yet,
dog don't even remind me,
I gain knowlege, my game polished, and it is obvious
you can't block it, you can't knock it, this is profit

[Chorus (X1)]

[Verse 3 (Juvenile)]
Can I untape the clips and chill ?
Show my clicks its real,
Can my people shop in Beverly Hills,
I got alot of work I know thats gonna be ahead of me still,
But my peace mentality gon' keep me ahead in the field
Pardon me, but I got paper to chase,
Now cut thru the talking and bring me straight to the safe,
I know where the cameras at and I'm destroying the tape,
I'm not leaving no evidence for the forensics to trace,
I had a problem on my hand, a few bills I had been payin',
I figured about a lil'bit less than 75 grand,
and my dog Rocky, caught a nickel for a pistol,
Its serious when the federales comin' to get you,
Life is at a standstill, all change in this damn field,
What you say, can get you and ya mans killed,
This my last chance to come up, this gotta be it,
Juve comin up, the first round' lottery pick

[Chorus (X1)]

[Juvenile]
Bitches is pullin' out they best suits
Gangstas is gettin' dressed too
Don't even underestimate the power of a test tube
It's a fo' sho' shot, some of these niggaz know not
That's why they so hot, always up in them dope spots
I hope my niggaz really feel what I'm sayin'
I'm tryin' to put lil' wodie up on this game
And dick suckers ain't playin'
And duck nigga, look I won't remain
You're stuck even if it don't restrain
I'ma be in the cut
Some of you got it, some of you fuckin' up
Better get your life together 'fore you lose that bruh
You got cocaine you better move that bruh
You got a ring you better lose that bruh
You got a habit, better lose that bruh
Don't even choose that bruh, so move on
I did this album right here for keepin' me and you strong...

That's right cousin
I did this album right here
for me and my people, ya heard me?
And we got the Lord on our side
So can't nothin' you do or say to me bother me
Cousin, I'ma be here 'til it's all over with
I've been through a lot the past few years
But I ain't holdin' no grudges
It's all about me and my family, U.T.P.
This is how we eat, cousin
What?!

[Chorus 2x]
Now I don't why you be acting all shady
I only want to hit, not to make you my old lady
So don't be telling me nothing about no babies
You trying to give me a charge you must be crazy

[Juvenile]
I don't know why you making people think I got you swell
You better quit it before one of my bitches pop you hoe
I know your baby daddy he ain't got no flow
You may be into playing games but its gone stop here though
You want more than a fuck, you just trying to tie a nigga up
Like my last bitch, I blew a lot of money on her
I met her, fast pace, lil mama hard for me to slow down
Why the sad face after the results come around?
You want a nigga to play daddy? Should have asked me
I would have gladly told you that I have me
When you met me you told me you wanted a gangsta to hit
Without the wisdom of knowing I'm off the chain with this shit
Now your feelings done got involved and you ain't glad with a fuck
And you wonder why all the players keep on passing you up
Look Juve ain't going through that old Billie Jean shit
I ain't gone let you put your babies on me I mean this

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
You got a fat ass, your chest right, and you dress right
But would I fuck without a rubber? You're thinking I just might
Trying to get an easy pay off, you're fighting for a wild card bitch
But I'm in the playoffs, you be scheming all day, hoe take a day off
Find another target this one you need to stay off
Your looking for a reputation ' I'ma give ya one
Don't be trying to give me a charge ' nothing a nigga done
As far as I'm concerned that baby can be for anyone
Not til you entered the party there wasn't any fun
It's not me it's the attention I draw
To make these bitches fill out paper work and lie to the law
It's obvious she want to ride in the driver's seat of my car
Taking the lotteries to get some properties from a star
Look Juve ain't going for that old Billie Jean shit
I ain't gone late you put your babies on me I mean this

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
They be like look at his lips, look at her eyes and her ears
Mama said "If I don't approve it, the baby not his"
She said she not gone keep all that (?) with kids
Keep playing mama said she saw 380 ya did
I saw the grin on your face the moment I saw you in court
Wish I would have saw your face when the test was exposed
This ain't your first time you done did before
Your not even gonna have a vagina no more
You're making accusations you ain't sure bout
You had a chance to be a queen but still you chose to whore out
Don't even speak you ain't no friend cause you an enemy now
Niggaz knowing you ain't the hoe you pretend to me now
You done caught a maybe-baby, move you're whoring and drama
You needs to try to focus on your daughter lil mama
Look cause Juve ain't going for that old Billie Jean shit
I ain't gone let you put your babies on me I mean this

[Chorus]

[Verse 1: (Juvenile)]
hey you want score a key, no you want score a ounce
I ain't gone show you shit, make sure you got da right amount
boy I can't front you nottin but I respect ya G
it could be fatal, if i let niggas get next to me
the junkers like my coke, Doctors and laywers too
they in and out here all day, looking for the right Peru
I use to do it too but i had to let it go
I can't get loaded I'm lil woodie that suply tha coke
my shit'll have you were you dont even much wanna eat
have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets
been in rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me
you gon' relaspe indeed, probably won't ever leave
don't wan't no problems, I just wanna get this cheddar please
I can't get popped, I've been convicted for two felonies
look i'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they aint ridin I need to sell this other quarter


[Chorous: (Juvenile)]
if you score some coke from me, you will be
numb numb numb numb
numb numb numb numb
numb numb numb numb
if you don't get it from me, you will be
dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb
you'll be commin back in minutes, to get
some some some some
some some some some
some some some some
dam juvie where you get that
from from from from
from from from from
from from from from

They don't work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes
they be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold
and we work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes
we don't be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold



[Verse 2: (Juvenile)]
yo we did'nt bring it in this shit is shipped to me
i never transported nothin peep out my history
my house is sittin plush my cars is lookin lovely
police man wanna cuff me therefore i'm rollin buckets
not trying to make it public don't wanna be tha subject
mamma told me don't spend no money, boy stay in your budget
i seen a lot a fools goin buyin alot of shoes
they children not in school they got a lot to prove
i puts my money back up in to my flip
some to tha side in case dem people run up in shit
chopper up all a tha time with two tapped up clips
and if come fuckin with mine i'm a use this bitch
they, want me for distribution from New Orleans to Houston
someone been runnin them mouth, telling em how much i'm movin
i'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughter
i hope they aint rotten
I hope they aint ridin I need to sell this other quarter

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: (Juvenile)]
i got my first work when i was sixteen
and niggas still not knowing what happen to brick leans
its not a easy task might have to beef tha last
you don't get caugth up out here trying to save ya people ass
can't have em bring it first if you can't pay em what its worth
you could get murder for that he just may let it burst'
smart high how i walk that earth it may be enemy turf
pray i don't get it they way just let em do they dirt
do you know after they cut whoa my shit is da bomb
that must be that Saudi Arabian said aint Hussien
but you aint got that Florida dope ????????
have to spend all ya dough or you want leave fa sho
they come in menthazine no caps on it is
want be that long before ya family know you on that shit
look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter


[chorus repeat to end]

[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 (Juvenile X2):]
I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

[Verse 1 (Juvenile)]
Look, Look,
You ever had corns on your finger from squeezing a Mac too much ?
Nigga be robbing the dice game, while me and lil wack you up,
Tripping, stole and stripped cars for a living,
Stayed away from home whenever they was bitching,
We used to rush the customers for sales when they pulled up in cars,
Until the undercovers started putting us behind bars,
Menace to Society is all we watch In the back seat strapped with the throw away glock,
I got some partners in the business never seeing the light,
Ya people would have gotten Cochrane if ya cheese was right,
You know I hold it down player, you a dog,
I'm a real nigga I ain't gon' stop accepting your phone call,
I'ma blow and toss a hoe for you like I'm supposed to do,
I'm serious and focused too, you know I'm overdue,
The first nigga to park a Rolls-Royce in the bricks,
While I fly a private charter out of town by a bitch

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 2 (Juvenile)]
Try to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds,
As long as I breathe there ain't nothing in this world that they can't be,
Yeah I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke,
Started tweaking and broke into the people's house next door,
Shot a nigga for smoking rocks on my mom back porch,
Damn near graduated and got on that dope,
My, work is in part, I am better than smart,
Homie, I hustle with a strategy that has never been taught,
I could make a coke flip, I can make a hoe strip,
I can spray a whole clip, I takes nothing from no bitch,
I got the money in the case, .45 on the waist,
Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gates,
Could you believe a nigga feeling like he still ain't ate,
Huh, y'all don't understand, you should have seen my plate,
I'd love to give you some credit, but even you said it,
Your serious about your money, and right now I'm trying to get it

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3 (Baby)]
Yeah, CMR, Black Connection,
I'm on a mission Lil Daddy to put this paint on the caddy,
Riding through the hood and we blowing them candy,
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet,
I was raised in the 3rd thats the heart of the streets,
Saw death and crime from the first same time,
Them rims on shine just a vision of mine,
Put this shit back together cuz I stay on the grind,
Niggaz know I gets me, I stunt all the time,
For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown,
OG mother fuckers who be getting it on,
Niggaz stunt'n and they shining, Bling Blinging all the time and,
I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm driving,
Nigga thug till' death remember the projects ?,
Juve done came back now you bitches upset ?,
Niggas know how we getting it, cuz we getting it on,
Keep em' coming, keep on gettin it bitch my money is long,

[Chorus X2]

(Juvenile)
Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Mic check one, two
it's Juvenile coming through
Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon

(Verse 1)
Who the man? if I ain't it nigga can't claim it
I can take a small name and make it famous
I reason with no one homie I got fa sho cliental
I'm a XL out here in the streets or lyin in jail
I'm quick tempered please limit ya words
I will send you in a hurry down south with the Spurs
it's kind of hard to understand me cause I speak with a slur
but my guns speak a language all the people done heard
streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute
ya fuckin with a general salute me lieutenant
I'm not too particular with lies
I look 'em in the eyes say a pray before you die
this ain't about me this about somethin thats spoke
you know runnin with a nigga while you cuttin his throat
oh them loose lip bitches get hung from a rope you know
bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh!

(Chorus - repeat 2X)
Cock it, take berrata then pop it
give me that out ya pocket cause the best can't stop it
East coast wuzzup, Down south wuzzup
West coast wuzzup, Mid West wuzzup

(Verse 2)
Keep on makin ya laws, I'm a keep breaking them
I can move a package in any city I'm stationed in
if ya son touchin my shit you better pray for him
bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatreds been
I ain't the only solider they got alot of these
all of these children make me know who dropped alot of seeds
I smoke till my eyes shut
stay strapped so if you think about sneakin you better wise up
hit you with the traqualizer let it fill ya head
paralyze you have ya screamin "I can't feel my legs"
regardless of what a nigga or a bitch done said
the shell around ya get poked like eggs
I'm from the M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A
my bitches gonna listen to what the hell I say
you niggas gonna respect it or get out my way
or the (??) gonna have to do ya autopsay (autopsy)
(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
You old niggas on ya last limb
move over let some niggas who really want it come cash in
suppose to get killed for cock blockin in cells
solider bet you can't get no chronic up in hell
fresh off the porch where the stash spot
I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my Dad got
got the chopper cut the weight, nice in the stash box
nigga be on paper so himmed up from the bad cops
how the hoes be actin over dey child support
I need to snatch me a coat and endorse it with dope
I ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it
niggas gon' let us get that whenever we want it
beef is beef whenever the shit occurs
if it's real it's gon' resolve into metal for sure
but hit the right one he ain't respectin my bad
my only satisfaction will be poppin your ass

[Chorus 2x Juvenile]
Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't paly with us lil daddy becuase we'll have you in stiches
It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
I pledge aleadgence with the four nickle you niggas know pickle
Cock the pistol point my issue at you and whoadie who with you
Your body ain't nothing but greasle I can see threw the tissue
They gone think you was in gymnastics how this chopper gone flip you
I might have to crash the party if niggas gets me started
Better watch this big glock forty because this bitch gets retarted
Fuck with me shorty I can teach you how to be flawless
NOPD want to see me up in court with them lawyers
Hating planting them charges take a nigga reguardless
Fuck them and duck them though tell them they suck on a hard dick
When we was wilding in the nolia they was calling us babies
I guess the same shit went on in the eighties they still crazy
I'm with it too kind of sneaky know how to get at you
Not trying to have momma crying and miserable
I already know what guns can do
I done seen some of the worst niggas get blown in two
Come on

[Chorus 2x Juvenile and Skip]
Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures (Skip says: Ha)
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil daddy because we will have you in stiches (Skip says: Pow)
It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches

[Verse 2: Skip]
Yeah she say she love me (yeah) everytime she fuck me (yeah)
But then she saying fuck me (fuck me) evertime we fussing
Skip I'm sick of hustling (sick) boy you just disgusting
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch don't you tell me nothing
All you know is dollars (dollars) dulche and cabona (ha)
Gucci fendi chanel manolo prada all you are is problems
I can't help you solve so when you think just think nah don't invole him (what)
Hang up when you calling (nah) caller id all of them
If it's no number I don't answer ain't no sense in calling
Bitch I'm back to balling like I fell off
Like if I was doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all
What I can tell y'all except suck dick and swallow
Yeah you look good but can you walk like a model
Bitch I pop collars (bling) and I clock dollars
So watch and watch and watch for the shots (pow)

[Chorus 2x Juvenile]

[Verse 3: Wacko]
Man look at bo over there wilding cursing bitches (bitch, ho) smoking joes nah
Got two open charges niggas talking around dro
Sarge and them so smart they spin the bend in regular clothes nah
But whoadie and them so smart before they spin lil one close shop
Slim just got popped for a doja grind and a weed pipe
Guest they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes
Fuck that we got bond money nigga we tight
UTP six court cut throat nigga we right
Tyring to get you niggas to understand it's a new day
New jewels, new shoes, new tools, new pay, new trips, new clips, new whips, new kay
A million for my great grandchildren until my due date
The you straight I'm just trying to make sure you straight
Keep them nappy head bitches out your face cousin and move weight
Every nigga working with something dick they do take
Don't you fall off behind a fat ass and a cute face (stupid)

[Chorus 2x Juvenile]

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
C'mon...... C'mon...
I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you gon' tell me where its at
you see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the mac
black hood with black gloves, bandanna round the mouth
a nigga posted up on every perimeter around your house
and we didn't come here for a meeting, or here to loose time
we some niggaz who wanna be eating better in due time
muther fuck leaving the block, better to use nines
It ain't no secret I'm cheap, however my jewels shines
The prisons got way more niggaz than the streets do
who average more than 30 murders a week (nigga we do)
It ain't a war thang, its a fuck me, fuck y'all thang
And we got hoes that know how to sneak guns in the bars man
So think twice about leaving the gun in the car man
Nigga don't give a fuck about moving son on the wall man
Ain't no everybody, its yourself and you all in
If you paying traps you don't deserve to be balling

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Its enemy turf that I'm on
so I'ma play it how it go
cock the hollow points into my black calico
I'ma make all these bitch niggaz respect me right
please let me hit another lick, I'ma be set for life

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Look I'ma solid 170, lips like Bill Bellamy
Fresh out of the court house from whipping the felony
Didn't really want to hurt her, but you know how it is
You better not ever disrespect me hoe in front of my kids
ayo the cops be rolling, therefore I fucks with no one
I went and copped me 4 guns, I'm bout to bust this open
To all you bitch niggaz doubting the force, its gon' get ugly
I'm that nigga that'll fuck you up quick, thats why the streets love me
Catch me posted in Louisiania with privacy I'm doing it
Niggaz having problems with coke but we still moving it
Whatever's on the market I can work it
I ain't scared, I ain't nervous, give it to Juve dog and watch me serve it
You holding on the coke now whats the purpose, (?) gon hook it up too
nigga the scheme is perfect, ya heared me
now why is you acting like it ain't worth it
you gon' make me take it, nigga I gotta make it

[Chorus]

[Talking]
Say nigga, heard a nigga picking (?)
Heard a nigga got all kinda shit ever since he hit that lick he
don't want to fuck with a nigga, but look this what we gonna do man
I want you to go get your niggaz and go find that muther fucker do him in
ain't nuthing going on around this muther fucker if I ain't got my hands in it
I put a nigga on his feet and this how he gonna treat a nigga ?
I promise, I put this on my babies dawg, we gon get that motherfucker

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
They talking bout' putting a sting on me cuz they say I've been making too much
Fuck what they talking bout', this how I grew up
But this ain't nuthing new bruh, we been throwing this "U" up
We had some altercations and things but they got blew up
New has and Curly head them niggaz dirty in the TC
Shit that a G like me couldn't even tell you on a CD
So i'ma make all of my enemies never forget me
You looking at one of the realest niggaz from Feret Street

[Chorus]

[Wacko]
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on! K L C nigga, come on! Holla!

[Verse 1: Wacko]
I done tightened up on my G dog
Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws
Ya man trippin'? Girl, look we can creep on
Ya friends stressin' too, I'll flip all 3 of yall
Respect my steez, I ain't really bout fallin' in love
I travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs
Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time
With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9
To these niggas I'm easy to be provokin'
Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin'
Don't make me proceed
I'll hit you from ya neck to ya knees
Have ya gaggin' where ya barely could breathe
But I ain't in here for this
Whoadie, I'm in here to get me a bitch
Bring her back to the telly to issue some dick
Hook up with Juve and Skip, go get me a brick
And get ready for next Sunday, to snatch a new bitch

[Chorus: repeat 3X]
[Juvenile] You can have an ole' lady
[Skip] But them hoes
[Wacko] They for everybody

[Juvenile] Let her go dawg, that ain't ya hoe dawg
[Skip] Let me get broke off
[Wacko] Up in this jump off!

[Verse 2: Skip]
I done tightened up on my G dog
I was ducked out at first but now I beat broads
Cock back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you lookin' mad now I ain't 'cha
I know +50 Cent+ and bitch I ain't no +Wanksta+
And I don't get down like that
In the right time, at the right spot
If you try to buck, you gone get shot
Hey fella, calm down. I know what ya thinkin'
But I got 1 in this chamber and I been drinkin'
Don't make me proceed
Spit in ya face, bastard ya seed
Widow ya wife, you don't need my shit in ya life!
Especially how I'm feelin' tonight
If it was good, it'd be different
But it's not, so it's not, so let's end it!
And bring this shit back to business
You can have yo bitch dog
I live by the rules I'm givin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Come on, come on, come on
Grab yo bitch by the arm cuz if she stop she hit
Oh, I know how to get 'em, I hit her with lotsa dick
The simple things I'm knowing that she probably miss
And in return, she going out and buyin' me shit!
I hope my adversaries is listening:
Motherfucka with tryna be eased from these D-vils
Cuz we evil in this!
I'm not about to waste my cream on a bitch
I be outcher tryna get money, while she schemin' for dick
I ain't gone lie, if my ole lady leave a nigga, I'm sick
But we ain't married, so fuck it, she ain't got nothing to get
I had to go in fronta the jury January the 6th
I promise, ya Honor, I ain't been doin' the shit!
They just like to keep niggas like me in a mix
And use it on TV and radio as a skit
Wanna see some masks, make a move to the bricks
But before you make that move grab the tool and the clips
Ya heard me?

[Chorus]

[Juvenile] Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog
[Skip] Let me get broke off
[Wacko] In this jump off

[Chorus: Juvenile]
It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants
Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance
Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance
But can't a nigga get a little head in advance
It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants
Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance
Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance
But can't a nigga get a little head in advance

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Maybe not probably don't even feel that way
I kid you not, what's under my waist is real I say
A yo my fire cracker pop like independence day
Them dick suckers long shoud have been in sentence may
I do a little something I got that cut to tie your thighs up
I'm not asthmatic look, I'm healthy and I could fuck
That teenage pussy I don't want so zip it up
And no satchatories having in here so catch a cut
Ohh how I love it when half your ass show
When you catch the side view it look like two elbows
And my dick stuck to my leg like velcro
Stop cock blockin and let them females go
If the hoes keep asking me up I got to stop her
I've been searching for me a lifipeepoper
I'm serious you should wanna fuck with me period
Because I'm a little bit more then just a lyricist

[Chorus: Juvenile]

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
This is to alisha, camren, roshon and don
If you fuck with pimp baby show me your thong
Get your big ass up hoe you know this your song
Big daddy gonna be smashing it till four in the morn
You doing them jeans yeah black you need to stop it
It look like you got a loaf of bread in your pocket
Should have followed you first ma and snatch you first
But when I'm drinking everyboady look like they got worth
I ain't even gotta tell a woman what I'm worth
She gonna show me some affection when I raise my shirt
I ain't never bought a woman where I do my dirt
To a nice confined spot where I can lift that skirt
Hopefully she illegal with the head and all
Probably heard of my background and said I'm a dog
But it ain't about me baby it's about y'all
My fantasy is knocking four of y'all off

[Chorus]

Shake that ass mami
If you trying to get to juvenile pass him
I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense
It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Show me that poo shooter any way you throw it I'm gonna do ya
Just let wardy do this manever
All thow I'm from the sewer
I like having relations
I punch a bitch in the head for playing with my patience
I make a local hoe turn hashin had me at the station
They hating saying that I violated my probation
Theres a lot of kinky shit that's going up in the clubs
We be popping exctasy looking for woman to hug
I promised not to get you caught up in these drugs
Put this gun in your purse mami and roll with a thug
Your girlfriends always saying she ain't like that
Well post up right there mami i'll be right back

[Chorus]

Shake that ass mami
If you trying to get to juvenile pass him
I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense
It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking
Shake that ass mami
If you trying to get to juvenile pass him
I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense
It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking

Mannie Talking:]
Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls
lil children, dogs and cats
right now, you are listening to the incredible drum patterns of
DJ Mannie Fresh

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN !

[Chorus (X2)]
Mannie: I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels,
I'm a fuck ho's, I'm a smoke weeds,
Got alot of drinks, steppin out, gators, coca-cola mink
Juvenile: I Need it in my life, I want it in my life
come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life

[Verse 1 (Juvenile)]
Its ya nigga Juve, from the magnolia, still loakin,
You ho's gon' know whats up with me
Bust the pussy open
Loose titty, loose booty,
round down and up,
if a gangsta can't touch it, what you bouncin it fo'
Now give me leway, watch how a G play
Watch how my name get caught up in the he and she say
Its UTP day, we with the streets may
They represent us when they hear us at the DJs
Break bread with me nigga, demand with me
though we was beefin , your supposed to spend your cash with me
I'm in here last with me, hold me down, give me a whip, give me
a trick and let her blow me down,
I'm so gutter, I'm so slick, i'm so grimey
I promise you something, I bet you gon find me
I'm a eat, purchase, whatever I please
CO, give me the keys, aww please, I need two of these

[Chorus (X1)]

[Verse 2 (Juvenile)]
I'm a be so courageous,
and so contagious,
Until my jail rap sheets gonna recieve mo' pages,
Listen to Juve cuz this my year mon' (my year mon')
Invision I'm bout to kick it in here mon' (in here mon')
Don't you see the Soldiers and Bauds when I appear mon' (appear mon')
About being written on my face cuz I know fear mon' (fear mon')
Me and my team got a scheme to go light the block up,
Skip, Smoove put in work and wacko poppin the chopper
I Scream the "U" cuz I mean it,
the only difference is you be throwing your set up when you screamin
I Seen it, Man all of the obstacles that I been through,
what make you think i'm a be scared of a trick like you,
I'm ya dog, let me get it all consign me,
you ain't paid them last people yet,
dog don't even remind me,
I gain knowlege, my game polished, and it is obvious
you can't block it, you can't knock it, this is profit

[Chorus (X1)]

[Verse 3 (Juvenile)]
Can I untape the clips and chill ?
Show my clicks its real,
Can my people shop in Beverly Hills,
I got alot of work I know thats gonna be ahead of me still,
But my peace mentality gon' keep me ahead in the field
Pardon me, but I got paper to chase,
Now cut thru the talking and bring me straight to the safe,
I know where the cameras at and I'm destroying the tape,
I'm not leaving no evidence for the forensics to trace,
I had a problem on my hand, a few bills I had been payin',
I figured about a lil'bit less than 75 grand,
and my dog Rocky, caught a nickel for a pistol,
Its serious when the federales comin' to get you,
Life is at a standstill, all change in this damn field,
What you say, can get you and ya mans killed,
This my last chance to come up, this gotta be it,
Juve comin up, the first round' lottery pick

[Chorus (X1)]

[Juvenile]
Bitches is pullin' out they best suits
Gangstas is gettin' dressed too
Don't even underestimate the power of a test tube
It's a fo' sho' shot, some of these niggaz know not
That's why they so hot, always up in them dope spots
I hope my niggaz really feel what I'm sayin'
I'm tryin' to put lil' wodie up on this game
And dick suckers ain't playin'
And duck nigga, look I won't remain
You're stuck even if it don't restrain
I'ma be in the cut
Some of you got it, some of you fuckin' up
Better get your life together 'fore you lose that bruh
You got cocaine you better move that bruh
You got a ring you better lose that bruh
You got a habit, better lose that bruh
Don't even choose that bruh, so move on
I did this album right here for keepin' me and you strong...

That's right cousin
I did this album right here
for me and my people, ya heard me?
And we got the Lord on our side
So can't nothin' you do or say to me bother me
Cousin, I'ma be here 'til it's all over with
I've been through a lot the past few years
But I ain't holdin' no grudges
It's all about me and my family, U.T.P.
This is how we eat, cousin
What?!

[Chorus 2x]
Now I don't why you be acting all shady
I only want to hit, not to make you my old lady
So don't be telling me nothing about no babies
You trying to give me a charge you must be crazy

[Juvenile]
I don't know why you making people think I got you swell
You better quit it before one of my bitches pop you hoe
I know your baby daddy he ain't got no flow
You may be into playing games but its gone stop here though
You want more than a fuck, you just trying to tie a nigga up
Like my last bitch, I blew a lot of money on her
I met her, fast pace, lil mama hard for me to slow down
Why the sad face after the results come around?
You want a nigga to play daddy? Should have asked me
I would have gladly told you that I have me
When you met me you told me you wanted a gangsta to hit
Without the wisdom of knowing I'm off the chain with this shit
Now your feelings done got involved and you ain't glad with a fuck
And you wonder why all the players keep on passing you up
Look Juve ain't going through that old Billie Jean shit
I ain't gone let you put your babies on me I mean this

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
You got a fat ass, your chest right, and you dress right
But would I fuck without a rubber? You're thinking I just might
Trying to get an easy pay off, you're fighting for a wild card bitch
But I'm in the playoffs, you be scheming all day, hoe take a day off
Find another target this one you need to stay off
Your looking for a reputation ' I'ma give ya one
Don't be trying to give me a charge ' nothing a nigga done
As far as I'm concerned that baby can be for anyone
Not til you entered the party there wasn't any fun
It's not me it's the attention I draw
To make these bitches fill out paper work and lie to the law
It's obvious she want to ride in the driver's seat of my car
Taking the lotteries to get some properties from a star
Look Juve ain't going for that old Billie Jean shit
I ain't gone late you put your babies on me I mean this

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
They be like look at his lips, look at her eyes and her ears
Mama said "If I don't approve it, the baby not his"
She said she not gone keep all that (?) with kids
Keep playing mama said she saw 380 ya did
I saw the grin on your face the moment I saw you in court
Wish I would have saw your face when the test was exposed
This ain't your first time you done did before
Your not even gonna have a vagina no more
You're making accusations you ain't sure bout
You had a chance to be a queen but still you chose to whore out
Don't even speak you ain't no friend cause you an enemy now
Niggaz knowing you ain't the hoe you pretend to me now
You done caught a maybe-baby, move you're whoring and drama
You needs to try to focus on your daughter lil mama
Look cause Juve ain't going for that old Billie Jean shit
I ain't gone let you put your babies on me I mean this

[Chorus]

[Verse 1: (Juvenile)]
hey you want score a key, no you want score a ounce
I ain't gone show you shit, make sure you got da right amount
boy I can't front you nottin but I respect ya G
it could be fatal, if i let niggas get next to me
the junkers like my coke, Doctors and laywers too
they in and out here all day, looking for the right Peru
I use to do it too but i had to let it go
I can't get loaded I'm lil woodie that suply tha coke
my shit'll have you were you dont even much wanna eat
have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets
been in rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me
you gon' relaspe indeed, probably won't ever leave
don't wan't no problems, I just wanna get this cheddar please
I can't get popped, I've been convicted for two felonies
look i'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they aint ridin I need to sell this other quarter


[Chorous: (Juvenile)]
if you score some coke from me, you will be
numb numb numb numb
numb numb numb numb
numb numb numb numb
if you don't get it from me, you will be
dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb
you'll be commin back in minutes, to get
some some some some
some some some some
some some some some
dam juvie where you get that
from from from from
from from from from
from from from from

They don't work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes
they be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold
and we work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes
we don't be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold



[Verse 2: (Juvenile)]
yo we did'nt bring it in this shit is shipped to me
i never transported nothin peep out my history
my house is sittin plush my cars is lookin lovely
police man wanna cuff me therefore i'm rollin buckets
not trying to make it public don't wanna be tha subject
mamma told me don't spend no money, boy stay in your budget
i seen a lot a fools goin buyin alot of shoes
they children not in school they got a lot to prove
i puts my money back up in to my flip
some to tha side in case dem people run up in shit
chopper up all a tha time with two tapped up clips
and if come fuckin with mine i'm a use this bitch
they, want me for distribution from New Orleans to Houston
someone been runnin them mouth, telling em how much i'm movin
i'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughter
i hope they aint rotten
I hope they aint ridin I need to sell this other quarter

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: (Juvenile)]
i got my first work when i was sixteen
and niggas still not knowing what happen to brick leans
its not a easy task might have to beef tha last
you don't get caugth up out here trying to save ya people ass
can't have em bring it first if you can't pay em what its worth
you could get murder for that he just may let it burst'
smart high how i walk that earth it may be enemy turf
pray i don't get it they way just let em do they dirt
do you know after they cut whoa my shit is da bomb
that must be that Saudi Arabian said aint Hussien
but you aint got that Florida dope ????????
have to spend all ya dough or you want leave fa sho
they come in menthazine no caps on it is
want be that long before ya family know you on that shit
look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter


[chorus repeat to end]

[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

(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...

(feat. Brian McKnight)

[Juvenile]
This is brought to you courtesy of Brian McKnight

[Brian McKnight]
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
Yes you are, baby
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart
Well well well
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
Mmm mmm mmmm
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart
Go on and tell 'em about it J, tell 'em about it J

[Juvenile]
Now when we first met I told you, it was a you thang, and it's a me thang
Whatever's goin on in your life I don't have nuttin to do with that
You go ahead on and do what you do, y'knahmsayin?
And whatever's goin on in my life
I'ma let that happen the way it's been happenin
Don't change what's goin on, y'knahmsayin?
And when we fuck, that ain't got nuttin to do with the rest of the world
You don't call me, I ain't gon' call you
When we hook up, we just hook up, but OH NO
You wan' take it all out of context, and you know what this really is
You know what the situation is, why you doin that?

[Chorus: Brian McKnight w/ ad libs]
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart

[Juvenile]
Now here we go again
You're scratchin up my car, you're bustin up all my windows
You're callin my house, callin my cell phone
I shouldn'ta never gave you my number anyway
But I thought you was my friend!
I thought me and you was bigger than that, y'knahmsayin?
But you done lost all that
You might as well just lose my number and lose conversation from me, y'knahmsayin?
When you see me in public, don't say nuttin to me no mo'
Cause you tryin to wreck my life
And you know I got a lot goin on in my life right now
I got responsibilities, you understand?

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
So what you got my name tattooed on yo' body?
I ain't tell you to go do that!
You watchin MTV and BET, that's what you want
You got a lil' piece of that and you don't know how to act
You goin crazy!
You better get your mind together because you know what this is

[Chorus - repeat to fade]

(feat. Brian McKnight)

[Juvenile]
This is brought to you courtesy of Brian McKnight

[Brian McKnight]
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
Yes you are, baby
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart
Well well well
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
Mmm mmm mmmm
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart
Go on and tell 'em about it J, tell 'em about it J

[Juvenile]
Now when we first met I told you, it was a you thang, and it's a me thang
Whatever's goin on in your life I don't have nuttin to do with that
You go ahead on and do what you do, y'knahmsayin?
And whatever's goin on in my life
I'ma let that happen the way it's been happenin
Don't change what's goin on, y'knahmsayin?
And when we fuck, that ain't got nuttin to do with the rest of the world
You don't call me, I ain't gon' call you
When we hook up, we just hook up, but OH NO
You wan' take it all out of context, and you know what this really is
You know what the situation is, why you doin that?

[Chorus: Brian McKnight w/ ad libs]
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart

[Juvenile]
Now here we go again
You're scratchin up my car, you're bustin up all my windows
You're callin my house, callin my cell phone
I shouldn'ta never gave you my number anyway
But I thought you was my friend!
I thought me and you was bigger than that, y'knahmsayin?
But you done lost all that
You might as well just lose my number and lose conversation from me, y'knahmsayin?
When you see me in public, don't say nuttin to me no mo'
Cause you tryin to wreck my life
And you know I got a lot goin on in my life right now
I got responsibilities, you understand?

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
So what you got my name tattooed on yo' body?
I ain't tell you to go do that!
You watchin MTV and BET, that's what you want
You got a lil' piece of that and you don't know how to act
You goin crazy!
You better get your mind together because you know what this is

[Chorus - repeat to fade]

(feat. Brian McKnight)

[Juvenile]
This is brought to you courtesy of Brian McKnight

[Brian McKnight]
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
Yes you are, baby
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart
Well well well
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
Mmm mmm mmmm
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart
Go on and tell 'em about it J, tell 'em about it J

[Juvenile]
Now when we first met I told you, it was a you thang, and it's a me thang
Whatever's goin on in your life I don't have nuttin to do with that
You go ahead on and do what you do, y'knahmsayin?
And whatever's goin on in my life
I'ma let that happen the way it's been happenin
Don't change what's goin on, y'knahmsayin?
And when we fuck, that ain't got nuttin to do with the rest of the world
You don't call me, I ain't gon' call you
When we hook up, we just hook up, but OH NO
You wan' take it all out of context, and you know what this really is
You know what the situation is, why you doin that?

[Chorus: Brian McKnight w/ ad libs]
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart
This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive
I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart

[Juvenile]
Now here we go again
You're scratchin up my car, you're bustin up all my windows
You're callin my house, callin my cell phone
I shouldn'ta never gave you my number anyway
But I thought you was my friend!
I thought me and you was bigger than that, y'knahmsayin?
But you done lost all that
You might as well just lose my number and lose conversation from me, y'knahmsayin?
When you see me in public, don't say nuttin to me no mo'
Cause you tryin to wreck my life
And you know I got a lot goin on in my life right now
I got responsibilities, you understand?

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
So what you got my name tattooed on yo' body?
I ain't tell you to go do that!
You watchin MTV and BET, that's what you want
You got a lil' piece of that and you don't know how to act
You goin crazy!
You better get your mind together because you know what this is

[Chorus - repeat to fade]

[Mannie Fresh]
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude
Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh
We gon' bring it to you somethin like this

[Chorus One: Juvenile]
Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes I am a animal

[Juvenile]
How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich
You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH
I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice
Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight
They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a
Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts
Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar
Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars
She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is
Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids
For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what
And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up
Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us
Be in a better situation than that all night bus
You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's
You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me?

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two: Juvenile]
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

[Juvenile]
I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover
And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne
Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is
Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone
I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish
They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with
I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts
I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage
Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq
I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap
If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back
They like it when a gangster take control like that
She feels protected when she in that Lexus
Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits
I'm not the people you should be upset with
I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

[Juvenile]
A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock
Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot
I be in every hood, see I knows the block
From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops
Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with
But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch
When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games
Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names
Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin
Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame
Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills
Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal
I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel
Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill
Skip called me up he got them all on chill
Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

[Mannie Fresh]
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude
Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh
We gon' bring it to you somethin like this

[Chorus One: Juvenile]
Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes I am a animal

[Juvenile]
How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich
You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH
I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice
Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight
They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a
Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts
Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar
Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars
She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is
Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids
For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what
And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up
Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us
Be in a better situation than that all night bus
You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's
You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me?

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two: Juvenile]
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

[Juvenile]
I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover
And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne
Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is
Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone
I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish
They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with
I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts
I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage
Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq
I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap
If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back
They like it when a gangster take control like that
She feels protected when she in that Lexus
Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits
I'm not the people you should be upset with
I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

[Juvenile]
A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock
Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot
I be in every hood, see I knows the block
From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops
Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with
But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch
When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games
Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names
Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin
Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame
Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills
Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal
I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel
Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill
Skip called me up he got them all on chill
Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

[Mannie Fresh]
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude
Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh
We gon' bring it to you somethin like this

[Chorus One: Juvenile]
Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes I am a animal

[Juvenile]
How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich
You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH
I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice
Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight
They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a
Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts
Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar
Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars
She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is
Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids
For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what
And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up
Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us
Be in a better situation than that all night bus
You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's
You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me?

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two: Juvenile]
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

[Juvenile]
I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover
And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne
Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is
Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone
I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish
They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with
I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts
I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage
Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq
I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap
If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back
They like it when a gangster take control like that
She feels protected when she in that Lexus
Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits
I'm not the people you should be upset with
I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

[Juvenile]
A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock
Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot
I be in every hood, see I knows the block
From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops
Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with
But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch
When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games
Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names
Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin
Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame
Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills
Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal
I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel
Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill
Skip called me up he got them all on chill
Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

[Chorus]
Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block
Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"}
I had a little drama, I was bout that there
That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"}
I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward
As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes
{"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes
{"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes

[Juvenile]
I got ghosts on my team unseen
And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing
The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard
I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word
Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses
Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb
I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird
Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd
Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at
Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack
If they get'cha won't nobody rat
These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that
We got {?} and a lot of crack
Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts
My lil' spot where it was poppin at
Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy
And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me?
Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me
They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty
I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times
Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line
I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it
But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get
We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this
X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius
I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?}
Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe
You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars
Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads
You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve
You my people with this business so I got a job

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now
Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now
I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops
Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop
'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit
Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch
Niggaz get that false courage and buck
But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up
Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up
It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us
Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya
I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya
I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss
Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North
What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none
This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes]

[Chorus]
Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block
Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"}
I had a little drama, I was bout that there
That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"}
I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward
As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes
{"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes
{"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes

[Juvenile]
I got ghosts on my team unseen
And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing
The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard
I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word
Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses
Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb
I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird
Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd
Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at
Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack
If they get'cha won't nobody rat
These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that
We got {?} and a lot of crack
Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts
My lil' spot where it was poppin at
Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy
And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me?
Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me
They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty
I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times
Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line
I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it
But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get
We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this
X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius
I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?}
Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe
You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars
Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads
You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve
You my people with this business so I got a job

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now
Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now
I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops
Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop
'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit
Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch
Niggaz get that false courage and buck
But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up
Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up
It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us
Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya
I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya
I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss
Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North
What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none
This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes]

[Chorus]
Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block
Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"}
I had a little drama, I was bout that there
That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"}
I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward
As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes
{"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes
{"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes

[Juvenile]
I got ghosts on my team unseen
And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing
The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard
I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word
Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses
Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb
I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird
Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd
Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at
Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack
If they get'cha won't nobody rat
These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that
We got {?} and a lot of crack
Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts
My lil' spot where it was poppin at
Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy
And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me?
Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me
They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty
I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times
Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line
I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it
But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get
We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this
X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius
I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?}
Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe
You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars
Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads
You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve
You my people with this business so I got a job

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now
Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now
I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops
Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop
'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit
Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch
Niggaz get that false courage and buck
But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up
Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up
It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us
Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya
I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya
I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss
Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North
What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none
This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes]

(This is, this is, this is, this is!!)
Yeah... ha ha!
Whoahh (yeah)

[Juvenile]
You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get
Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist
Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six
They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit
I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1
Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son
And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some
Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from
Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece?
Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat
I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover
So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over
Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars
When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras
Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips
But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip

[Chorus]
Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash
On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half
Last time he put my shit on his tongue
He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB
Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X]
I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole

[Juvenile]
I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill
Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal
So he could ride behind the wheel
of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill
You think you can't get killed? Me neither
That's why we almost forced to keep heaters
A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us
Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother
These streets move forward and backwards
These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors
One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package
Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action
What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team
Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing
Not like Baby though, really put your own bling
You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes
Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes
I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock
I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop
Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props
Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block
Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin
I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin
I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler
Shit not like how it's lookin on camera
Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up
And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up
You couldn't make it where I survive
Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high
And it's a must I have the piece in sight
When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes

[Chorus]

[Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line]