1.400 Degreez
(robotic voice)：400 degreez
Verse 1：
Ya see me i eat sleep shit and talk rap
Ya seen that 98 mercedes on t.v. i bought that
I had some felony charges i fought that
Been sent to no return but still was bought back
Nigga threw some slangs at me woodie i caught that
I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack
Now i'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat
If i aint a hotboy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me i'ma be in all black
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that
Me cory and mercy gettin' dunked on
Ride top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jepp ridin' four deep
I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me
You don't want to fuck wit me
Hot, hot, hot boyz
Hot, hot, hot boyz (repeat 2x)
Verse 2
Bitch what i'll bust yo ass up
Don't even go there woodie cuz i'm ready to mas up
I heard about the money thats some nice change
For the right price i'll bust the right frame
Why must a nigga try i can't do the right thing
Only god knows what the future might bring
Nigga might be shot, nigga might be triffling
Nigga might survive if he bout that right flame
Whats up that'll stop a nigga from playin'
Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo
Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe
Attitude adjustments we all need
Don't call the enforcements nigga call me
I bet cha i'll get them niggas off yo block
I bet cha i'll show them niggas this boy hot
(chorus)
Alright stop it cuz i done had enough
When it comes to my partners i'm ready to bust
Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck
Man let me get this beef shit over bro
Aint no bit this year i'm from the 'nolia bro
Whats yo beef plan cuz it was told to us
How i'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down
How i'ma look in front of my people, like a clown
The g code what we live by and we die by
The book is what we will never abide by
Niggas drive by, gettin loose
Keep'em with each other like a checker board in use
Come in compton or the watts nigga
Up in new york ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females stallions
Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion
You far away from ya home yous a alien
(chorus)
2.After Cash Money Concert
3.Back That Azz Up
back that azz up
Girl you workin with some ass yeah, you bad yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash yeah, his last yeah
Hoes frown when you pass yeah, they mad yeah
You can ride in the jagga with dadda
You could smoke or buy a bag yeah, of grass yeah
Got money i can flash yeah, and trash yeah
I'ma big tymer nigga yeah, pull the trigger yeah
A playa hata flipper yeah, grave filla yeah
I be slangin wood yeah, out the hood yeah
Let it be understood yeah, it's all good yeah
Got a nigga scheamin large yeah, on the hard yeah
A smooth little broad yeah from out the projects
A nigga do a trick yeah, on the dick yeah
You claimin you want a picture, that ain't shit yeah
The nigga with the money yeah, don't act funny yeah
Got birds and i'm runnin yeah, bout a hundred yeah
Chorus： juvenile (repeat 2x)
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up
Call me big daddy when you back that azz up
Hoe, who is you playin wit？ back that azz up
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up
You got a stupid ass yeah, make me laugh yeah
Make a nigga wanna grab that, autograph that
I'm sweatin in the drawers yeah, hard and long yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog yeah, break you off yeah
Get - mine you gon' get yours yeah, that for sure yeah
You fuckin with my nerves yeah and to the curb yeah
I know you bitches know yeah, and it show yeah
But a nigga got some more yeah, i'm out to flow yeah
Fresh brought some shit yeah, and his bitch yeah
We be making hit yeah after hit yeah
Them titties sittin nice yeah, i wanna bite yeah
I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah
Wanna bring it to my house yeah, on the couch yeah
Knock the pussy out yeah, get them out yeah
I wanna see these hoes yeah, bend it low yeah
Let me run it in the hole yeah, and let me know yeah
Chorus
I know you can't stand it, dick bandit
Done landed, see your drawers handed
Freak to get it y'all, game spit at y'all
Put the bitch on the wall and i hit it y'all
Lookin kind of lonely, i'm feelin horny
Put the dick 'in the middle' like 'monie'
Big thick plumber chick, and a hummer chick
Beat the dick like a motherfuckin drummer chick
See dat puddy-cat？ look at dat
I love a fuckin hoodie-rat, that's a fact
You'se a motherfuckin get it girl, quit it girl
I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, that hit it girl
Chorus
Now now now now now
After you back it up, then stop
Then wha-wha-what, drop drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up, then stop
Now, wha-wha-wha-what drop it like it's hot
Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
C-m-b make you drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Ha
4.Cash Money Concert
5.Flossin Season
Man whats up playboy
I know you love these diamonds
Nigga how you love that all that
Stunten and fronten it's all about them diamonds
Big tymer 1：
Nigga it's a pretty day and it's flossin season
Added six ties to my new machinery
Double r at the bar like it's no tomorrow
Pretty broads and we fuckin these superstars
Chrome rims nigga ridding new benz
Tv's, caddllic with the new fends
We bang niggas taking trips to the banks
Hitting malls spending 20 g's like stars
Rolex playstations in the hummer
Just to show these stupid hoes we worth something
My stunting name is eviel kneviel
Keep it real let me pop a willey
Hoes love stunten cause i got love
Gold slugs stunten cause we got love
Motorbike bun rims cause we living right
Game tight take a tramp make her out a champ
Overnight got the yallo if your money right
Solid tv's playstation with the bg's
It's all gravy playboy cause it's flossin season
Million dollars ain't nothing to me nigga
But a million hoes is game to me playboy
Chorus： 2 x's
Na na na flossers let me see you rolling yo rims
Ballers helicopter, bikes, and burbans
It's on us see we all millionaires
Let'em know it's flossin season
Bg：
I got to get my shine on
Do it every time seventeens on up
That's all i ride cause in 98
I been having them hoes throwing up
They don't know if i'm in a helicopter or a truck
I fuck they head up cause i floss so much
Police had me up cause a nigga so young hum bro
But you know me nigga, that ain't goin stop bg nigga
Cause the next day you will see nigga
Me and somethin else with a tv nigga
But fuck it i'ma floss like that i got scrilla
Come try to take it you fucking with a foreala
I got to watch and see form a block away
I got a chain you see that'll shock the day
My click treal with what we say i don't stomp wit it
Off top big tymers gonna come with it
We laying it down this month cause we got a reason
Fo sho we going to rip shit up cause it's flossin season
Chorus： 2 x's
Juvenile：
This is the season for the flosser nigga
Ride top notch shit fuck what it cost you nigga
Ain't got no tv's or cd's in it then i gonna ride in it
If it ain't no oversea type shit i ain't goin drive it
This ain't the summer to swing the top off
This is the season niggas come out on them 20's and ball
It ain't no secret i'ma stunter like eivel kneviel
Jumping out lex's and hummer's showing off for my people
When i up in vip they say that's a nice car
Bitches all in my face i can't even make it to the bar
Me, bro, and mann stop never that man
I got some shit up in my ear you can see from a airplane
I don't think super d can pull a stunt like me
Got kart's on both of my pinkey's, ten thousand apiece
Today i might lay low with kent i built my house in the east
Fuck that i going to play burban it's a thousand a suite
Big tymer 2：
Who had a first burban with a living room set
Who the only nigga you know that drive a burgundy jet
How many city's you knew named after me
It's going to be a bunch of them muthafuckas when i finish g
Now baby i know you missed us,
Big daddy light up a room like christmas
Shine like a light bulb rich thug
Let that little girl come over here and give a millionaire a hug
Magyver ain't liver than a big tymer
Big dick a million dollars and a pathfinder
Mr. betty crocker cake maker casino breaker
Tell shaq i got a half a mill riding on the lakers
Pack my bitches up and move to the hills
Thirty days a month thirty automobiles
The lexus and benz come out in the year two thousand
I got one of them bitches parked around corner round housing
The bike i got come out in the year two thousand ten
Eleven fifty zoop with the batman fin
The ring i got liberace want it
He couln't afford that bitch but i can afford to flaunt it
Chorus till song ends：
6.Follow Me Now
I want me a mill
To see just how it feel
No worries bout no bills, negotiating deals
Buy me some shit
Stuntin' in this bitch
20s be on hit
Everything legit
I don't want no war
But i can take it far
Put bullets in your car, whoever that you are
Woodie get in line
Make sure you aint gone shine
We be slangin iron
Everyday and everytime
Just because i'ma bad
I rammy after jags
When i get a sack
To niggas i'ma threat
Keep on gettin' blowed
Aint worried bout these hoes
Boy you know thats cold
The way i got'em drove
Shinin' like white diamonds
Nothin' but big tymin
My situation climbing
But simply cuz i'm rhymin'
The shit done hit the fan
They callin' me the man
Ya'll boys don't understand
This shit's going as planned
Chorus：
Now follow me now if you want it on
Salute at ease, then you carry on
Nigga drop and gimme 50 if you do it wrong
I'm into weapons i control the dome
Give me all my chesse
With no static please
Go off with these reeds
In between your knees
You playin' you gone learn
Yo partners aint gone turn
Right after you get burned
We gone get them some churn
I'ma tell you once
I'm bout pullin' stunts
Got golds on my fronts
Stay full of them blunts
I don't want be broke
I gotta feed my folks
Cuttin' niggas throats
Then runnin' by these hoes
Open up yo chase
Let me get a taste
A lot of niggas fake
Can't let it go to waste
I wont let it be
Give that there to me
All of ya'll gone see
Me in luxury
Look me in my eyes
Don't tell me no lies
You wanna take my life
You tryin' to get some trife
None of you i fear
I'm runnin' this right chea
Aint gone shed no tears
When you disappear
Chorus：
I try to leave that lone
But you did that wrong
You call me on the phone
And told me it was on
Now i'm in them streets
Bringin' all that heat
Straight to where you sleep
Won't even let you eat
Somebody gonna snitch
And go out like a bitch
But i'ma get'em quick
And hit'em with my shit
Them laws gonna try to bust
But i don't give a fuck
He would of shot me up
If he'd of got me stuck
I'ma take my charge
Aint cryin' like no broad
And holla at them boys
On the boulevard
Woodie i'm in jail
Get all off my mail
See about my bail
Get me out this hell
So i can see the block
And open up my shop
I hope that bitch aint hot
Nobody got my spot
7.Ghetto Children
Verse 1
In these times we gotta hustle cuz our pockets be hurt
Lil niggas wanna get fronted from who got work
Is she ready for that, you wanna wash the bus
Let a nigga know where they at so aint no stoppin' us
If you handle yo business right i'ma promote yo ass
You bitch out and try to kite i'ma come smoke yo ass
The shit that i'm givin' you they tryin' blood ta get
The vicks be runnin' through because they love the shit
So don't come with that no one bout it shit was cool
Niggas tried ta rob me nobody was comin' through
Snitches i can't have that
Bitches i can't have that
Riches you can have that
Just bring me my cash back
Look its all gravy with me go head and shine
Thats how you play it with me ya big time
All i want is the gs
With a trunk full of keys
A benz on 20s
You got something you can lend me
Shit nigga i aint doing nothin' for me for free
Can't put no trust in you niggas cuz yall be tryin' ta run g
Cuz i don't like dreamin' bout makin' no cheese
(chorus) 2x
Until then i'ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd)
Verse 2
Now i'm on some shit again
Leave a nigga stranded like gilligan
Hundreds i'm considerin'
Lex it for a millian
Catch it nigga i'm killin'em
They spot but i aint feelin'em
My jacket off appearin them
Some a say its numerary
Parntnas in for sipperin'
Juvenile is different
Look at what i did to them
Niggas wearin' reeboks instead of nikes and timbalands
Bitch niggas i be tippin'em
My mac 9 it be flippin'em
Some of these niggas is tryin ta run g
So i be gippin'em
They would do the same to me
Niggas aint no family
Shit is all a game to me
But nobody gone handle me
400 degreez
Tottin' guns runnin' with me
No wonder we need
Mo money one could receive
Nigga wanna deal with this christ
I'ma put it open in his life
Never should i fuck with me right
Why you keep duckin' me shy
I'ma knock ya head off
Nigga tryin' ta get to ya fuck tryin' ta play it off
You made the beef nigga so why is you scared
If you mind yo fuckin' business then yo life would be spared
I can't see it
Nigga try ta make me out a bitch i can't be it
I had a muthafuckin' problem with niggas like freed me
You probably can save yall self but you can't save yall
neighbors
Um, and now i got cha spinnin' on round like a baseball playa
Put on this the table i'ma hit'em a nine
Foolish i had ta tame ta keep these niggas in line
Look cuz i don't like dreamin' about makin' no cheese
(chorus) 2x
Ask them niggas bout me
Bet them bitches know me
Magnolia head buster out that wild t.c.
I'ma young nigga
Look at what ya done nigga
You done made me mad
Now i'm goin' get my gun nigga
Betta watch cha tongue nigga
Cuz i'm gettin' dumb nigga
Killed one nigga
Represent where i'm from nigga
See thangs don't cha never do fuck with a man his change or his
mamma
You do that you won't drama
Fuck with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see
I'm out cha which one of you boys want me
I'ma keep it real with ya
Ya say you the man, i know i'm the man and i'm ready ta deal
with cha
I'm prepared for the toe taggin'
Keep my reeboks strapped tight with my gibauds saggin'
Now, i done rocked a couple of gs and done flipped that two
times
I know i'm in a problem and they gonna persuit mine
I got bills ta pay i can't be playin' with you jokers
These youngsters somethin' else now ya bout ta get promoka
You can't understand how a nigga my age
Can hit the streets psyhced up bustin' with the twelve gage
But i don't like ta dream about makin' no cheese
(chorus) 1x
8.Gone Ride With Me
(juvenile)
I'm charging 600 for some big hoe
You do business with me, you coming back to get more
My shit is fire, cause it's jogging back to twenty-nine
So when niggas shouldn't have no problem 'bout me getting mine
If you come at me with a shot i must say shop closed
Motherfuckers try to get smart you gon' get popped hoe
I buck with niggas out the jake like will and paco
Have conversations for bitches until they got drove
Picture me gently getting twisted off the indo
Baby, lil wayne, b.g., and me committing sins though
Better beware because we 'bout to spend a billion though
Don't get caught out without the shit cause you will end though
Me and my people got to hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we in
Can't have no bill collectors through my residence
That's why everyday i be running for the president
All in i ain't another nigga, shits irrelevant
You get your head busted for playing with my intelligence
Yeah
(chorus)
My nine is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
Be up in the ride with me
Do a homicide with me, who, me
My nine is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
Be up in the ride with me
Do a homicide with me, who, me
My nine is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
(juvenile)
You making shit more complicated than it should be
You feel your death is coming soon only it could be
Nigga got killed because they never understood me
I know your block is similar to how my hood be
This nigga with all of this playing getting on my nerves
He calling me up on the phone saying he want a burb
I told his daddy that's not how i handle business, man
How i know you not turning, say that you be with me saying
Doing business with you i'm not even considering
How to be in the safe get around that you niggas in
I move to fast, remember payton is a virtue
And keep your eyes open cause niggas gon' observe you
They waiting for the perfect time that they can hurt you
And if they catch you off your basis they gon' serve you
I wonder if my people locked up still remember me
I'm talking 'bout you laying in rotten penitentiaries
All my niggas
(chorus)
My nine is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
Do a homicide with me
Be up in the ride with me, who, me
My nine is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
Do a homicide with me
Be up in the ride with me, who, me
(juvenile)
I already got you listening to what i said
You better straighten up, there, soldier 'fore i bust your head
Hoe if you got something you better not even show your face
Cause a nigga been doing bad and might explore your place
Look, you know you not a body cause they know you fake
If you want to go to war i know what it take
Come with a team of choppers, not no thirty-eight
And we gon' turn this 211 into a murder case
And me a russell gon' get dizzy out the thunderbird
And start a nuclear revolution right up on your curb
Niggas keep fucking with me cause they know i'm hitting laws
My truck is sitting on twenties, and i'm hitting broads
If you get beside yourself, then you got to go
You creeping on the c-m-p's that's not possible
I hit a fifty out my chopper and i got some more
You say you ready for me woo-dey i don't really know
Know
(chorus)
My nine is gonna die with me
Do a homicide with me
Pick up the supply with me
Be up in the ride with me, who, me
My nine is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
Do a homicide with me
Be up in the ride with me, who, me
My nine is gonna ride with me
My nine is gonna die with me
Be up in the ride with me
Do a homicide with me, who, me
9.Ha
That's you with that bad ass benz ha
That's you that can't keep yo' old lady
Cause you keep fuckin her friends ha
You gotta go to court ha
You got served a subpeona for child support ha
That was that nerve ha
You ain't even much get a chance to say a word ha
I know i ain't trippin don't your brother got them birds ha
You ready to bust one of them niggaz head ha
You ain't scared ha
You know how to play it ha
I know you ain't just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha
Stunt and front you ha
Straight up run you ha
You know who got that fire green ha
You know how to use a triple beam ha
Shit ain't hard as it seems ha
You keep your body clean ha
You got a lot of girbaud jeans ha
Some of your partners dope fiends ha
You really don't want to fuck with them niggaz ha
You come up with them niggaz ha
You stuck with them niggaz ha
(chorus 2x)
You a paper chaser
You got your block on fire
Remaining a g until the moment you expire
You know what it is yo make nothing out of something
You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering
You can't do nothing but love fresh ha
You want to know what we gonna do next ha
You brought my tape with a check ha
You wearing a vest ha
You tryin to protect your chest ha
You spent 70 on your benz ha
That ain't yours that's for your friends ha
You wanna stop these niggaz from playing wit you ha
You wanna run the block ha
You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha]
You keep your gun cocked ha
You count the money at the end of the night ha
You on a three day flight ha
You full of that diesel ha
You duckin them people ha
Your face was on the news last night ha
You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last
night ha
You don't go in the projects when it's dark ha
You claim you thug and you ain't got no heart ha
You came in the nolia on new years eve ha
You got stuck in that bitch and couldn't leave ha
It was hard for youto breathe ha
(chorus 2x)
You a paper chaser
You got you block on fire
Remaining a g until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothing out of something
You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering
You got a trespassing charge ha
That dick got hard ha
When you were looking at them little broads ha
You don't know when to quit ha
That's you with that shot calling shit ha
That's you with that balling shit ha
That's you that's taking them hits ha
That hoe don't know when to shut up her mouth ha
You gonna knock that hoe teeth out ha
You done switched from nike to reebok ha
You twinkle you golds everytime you leave your house ha
Them income tax checks ha
You bout to flip that ha
You bout to go score you a gram ha
You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these hoe ha
When you broke you drove ha
When you paid you got bookoo places to go ha
You on top ha
You rob somebody shop ha
You don't think you can be stopped ha
You ridin in the benz on 20 inch rims ha
(chorus 2x)
You a paper chaser
You got your block on fire
Remaining a g until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothing out of something
You handle you biz and don't be cryin and suffering
10.Ha(Hot Boy Remix)
Hmm... you better run for it, run for it, run!
Run for it, run for it, run!
Run for it, run for it, run!
You been known for fuckin it up, ha
Them bad-ass 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You tryin' to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it's too late
ha
You want your momma livin good ha
Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby post seventy off the hook, ha
Manny fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha
Juvenile got them looks, ha; but you too scared to fuck with him
Cause he be runnin with them crooks, ha
I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga cause he's done, ha
For flippin the tounge, ha
You got a probation hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha
One that look somethin like mine ha
(chorus 2x)
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin a g.. until the moment you expire
You know what it is.. to make.. nothin out of somethin
You handle your biz, and don't be cryin and sufferin
We got this thing locked, ha
Cash money can't be stopped ha, them hot boys too hot, ha
And you like my rolex watch, ha
And the way i hit the block ha, in camouflage with glocks, ha
And you like it when we stunt, ha
Smokin blunts, ha
You be lovin them gold fronts, ha
We millionaires, ha
Not far from billionaires, ha
Got different broads everywhere, ha
You heard 'bout lil' wayne, h-o-t b-o-y, ha
Shorty with the braids for cash money gon' pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha
A remix, ha, they from the nolia i'm from the grove, ha
And you can catch me with tolie and mario, ha
I represent the 2.. uh 2-6, ha
It's guaranteed to be... foolish, ha
Chorus (repeat)
You niggaz know i'm bout my biz, ha
You niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know i would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha
Then call up my clique and straight flip her ha
You know my click number-one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexin lex's, benz's, and hummers, ha
You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, i fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha
You know that jailhouse is somethin, ha
Bitch niggaz buckin, but when it go down, they run to the
button, ha
You know the b.g. ain't right ha; you love you hoe,
But she don't wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha
It's goin' down in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' that it cash money time to shine, ha
You know i play the game raw, ha
You know you slip up, i'ma take this beef shit too far, ha
Chorus (repeat)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Let's say you're at a dj, and them boys pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
You in the magnolia, and my people pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
We'll grab the mac-11 when we march, nigga, step
Fuck with cmr, we gon' march, nigga, step
Play with manny fresh, we gon' march, nigga, step
Play with my nigga, baby, we gon' march, nigga, step
11.Ha(Jay-Z Remix)
Bounce, bounce, bounce
J-j-j-j-j-juvenile and jigga
The remix
You at the point of no return, ha
If your daddy get out the way with you,
You gon to let him learn, ha
Life's a bitch, ha
Niggas be fakin but you ain't givin em shit, ha
You stealin the bricks, ha
You got a wife and three kids, ha
But you be fuckin around right in the neighborhood you live, ha
You own a truck, ha
With tv's and cd's rimmed up, ha
Fuckin em up, ha
You won't be stuntin on your cell, ha
Get your partner some money orders and commence to jail, ha
You bout ready to roll a draw, ha
Some of that drove, ha
You bout to get you some more, ha
You that nigga with all that cheese, ha
You that nigga that whipped that girl and she called the police,
ha
You understand, ha
You ain't gon cry like a bitch, you gon be a man, ha
Where ever you stand, ha
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a g until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering
You done got yourself in some deep shit
Now you stuck in your house, you gotta peep the remix
You can't go out cuz they gon leave you in a deep ditch
And hit you with the sign if you decide to keep shit
The only reason you alive cuz you read lips
And you drove on the block low in yo' seat an' shit
Seen em mouthin off, they don't need this shit
Now they sick of you duckin, dodgin, and weavin and shit
How they call you when you don't return they beeps
Now they ready to kill you and all your peeps
You done fucked around with some wild niggas
You done fucked off the dough and juvenile and jigga's
You better get it back, or sleep where the river's at
They send shots through your fifty cap
They got big guns that go brrrrrrrap, brrrrrrrap, brrrrap
Where your niggas at？
You gotta get up off your ass, ha
And make the cash, ha
And stay away from them bags, ha
Two and two done come together, ha
Juvi and jigga, ha
Straight up guerrillas, ha
That nigga manny fresh a fool, ha
He be playin it to the bitches on every song he do, ha
My fuckin album going plat, ha
You bought the tape, ha
Tell em ain't none of it fake, ha
You got a shipment coming in, ha
During the week, ha
Got a little something for me, ha
You boy and them be drawin heat, ha
But that's your wootie so you gotta find you someone to creep,
ha
Nigga tired of livin fast, ha
Your boy hit the stash, ha
Now you wanna go bust his ass, ha
You keep it real, ha
You don't fuck with no nigga but you will kill, ha
You know how it feel, ha
12.Intro(400 Degreez)
13.Juvenile On Fire
Lets say i'm in a room with a bitch
And the hoe don't wanna fuck
Like a man i'ma beat my meat
And get my fuckin nut
Fo'sho she gonna be drove then
And i'ma cut the tv off
And got to sleep on that hoe then
Now tell that to your girlfriend
You tell her everything else
She goin to be with her boyfriend
You goin to be by your damn self
While i'm in my benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby i don't want nothing
But some mouth and lip service
Don't act bad
Don't get mad
Thats all i can do with you
Cause i don't want your ass
Look you kinda fine
With a nigga name on your spine
Now respect my fuckin mind
How i'ma hit that from behind
Got a hoe across the court
And molly boots the next door
I'm getting tired of you rappers
Its time for me to restore
I done fixed these bitches house up
And have them living swell
But and still a nigga like me was eating a taco bell
But after that shit
All that trick shit i stopped it
And lock my fuckin pockets
You can't kick it or pop it
Now i get what i can get
Out of these hoes and i'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'ma back the hoe up
Chorus： repeat 4x
Girl thats juvenile
You don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's
Like magic on his tires
See i know how to treat a hoe
Just talkin and great a hoe
Niggas know i don't need a hoe
Don't mix up your people hoe
If i tell you do something
You better do what i say
If you plannin on playin me
Better get out my way
A bitch will get you killed
Thats the way i think
From some old bitch ass nigga
Trying to receive my bank
Pussy come and it go
It been like that before i got here
Pussy don't wait for me or no nigga
But its gonna stop here
For a little while
So i'ma get what i could
And if she bout sucking some dick
I ain't hatin its all good
Now can i get that out you
It ain't hard to do
You a fine muthafucka
And it starts with you
I'm trying to fuck something till it can't see
What i'ma show you with this dick
You gonna thank me
A nigga gonna be like that untill the moment i retire
Ask them bitches bout me
And they gonna say that i'm on fire
Chorus
If i even fuck with a bitch
She gonna know
Not to conversate with niggas
And to open my door
My business is my business
It ain't to be heard
My niggas is my niggas
So you don't say a word
And you don't touch my shit
You don't drive my shit
I got dope in the house
And i hide my shit
I have bad nerves
I hope you don't try my shit
Do right and nice things i'ma buy my bitch
Some bitches you gotta play'em with a long string
You play them close
And you gonna be bangin wrong things
You got something that i hear you don't wanna bring
You not a muthafuckin player you a punk main
Let me get one of them hoes up on this dope dick
Stop handcuffin that bitch let her approach this
You know when juvenile comes he has to smoke shit
I'm on fire on fire
And you know this
Chorus 1.5x
You can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch
You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch
You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch
You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch
You don't know he on fire
You don't know he on fire
You don't know he on fire
You don't know he on fire
My bitch is your bitch
My bitch is your bitch
Your bitch is my bitch
My bitch is your bitch
My bitch is your bitch
Your bitch is my bitch
14.Off Top
Verse 1
Woodie we get down but to a certain extent
All that cha shoin' with them hoes be gettin my name bent
I'm showin' you love but i love my money even mo
Disrespect me or play me off the top you gotta go
My people play me we aint gettin down no mo
Look that aint how its 'posed to be but thats the way its gone
go
I aint with that front shit
That playin' with gun shit
That fuckin' with niggas who think they run shit
All that tongue shit
When my gone click, niggas silencin' down
You was hollin' like a motherfucker bitch holla at me now
Peep, what made a nigga wanna go and mess with me bone
And he gettin' on my nerves, i'm bout to go in his home
Bitch my brother aint no hoe
Bitch my mother aint no hoe
Bitch my father aint no hoe
Why you try ta play me like a hoe
Shit, i matter as well just go head on and bust his head
Cuz them people gone give me the charge anyway
If ya come up late
Now tell'em bout that beemer i got
Tell'em bout that new home i got
Tell'em bout that cousins on crome i got
You ta show ya shit
Thats why you showed you was a bitch
Now you runnin with yo melon cuz you know you gone get it split
Verse 2
Niggas ridin' impala's with them rattler stripes
Passin' hollin at hoes with the fuck finger sayin fuck'em black
I'm stackin' gs movin keys thats my life black
Niggas orderin' vests
Just ta protect they chests
And duckin' these niggas tryin ta use they smit-n-wessons
Playboy, i'm ridin' in suburbans
To land roovers to range roovers niggas with automatics
Niggas ridin' big bodies i done did that
I'm ridin' jags drop top and i can do that
I'm lettin' these hoes hair blow if they got that
I don't fuck with bald head hoes i aint with that
I talk shit and i got the cream and the jewels to do that
I walk it like i talk playboy you can believe that
Then new ice yellow diamonds and i'm lovin' that
Blue diamonds big tymin' and i'm with that
I done made more money independent then made a nigga went gold
I put that on my soul and my gold
And my 20 inch rims on my range roover with t.v.'s
And i'm lovin' these hoes i flip mo keys than a acrobat ten
nigga you can
Believe that
Me and my brother go rock for rock
Walk block for block
And if we got beef with a nigga we'll go glock for glock
No mo sellin' keys on the d.l.
I wanna holla at v.l.
Lets say rest in peace to l and t nigga
Verse 3
I live my life on full
Unzip my pants and i pull
A big dick baby
You look sick maybe
You can use a nigga that'll hold ya hand
I tell ya what ya suck my dick i'll be your man
Now here it is diamonds for the bithces that i fuck
Not , i get the pussy make like donald and duck
To the next project scattered site or crib
Slangin' dick where you live
I don't really give, a precious second of my pimp playa time
You can taste the kool-aid but don't drink the wine
Holy-rosy diamond bizeal, 20 inch whevzeal
98 cromed out gangsta grizeal
Take one of my bitches and i'm fuckin
Sistas anties grandmas and cousins
Mommas baby mommas family members and all that shit
If the bitch need guidance them i'm her pimp
Whoa check this out ya dig
Its a lot of niggas out here baller blockin
See what i'm sayin' standin' in the way
Let the fuckin' ballas through see what i'm sayin
Ya'll niggas had the catalogs
See what i'm sayin' now pass that bitch on man
Let a real nigga you know play his thang man
Its some niggas out here ridin' on 20s ya dig on yokahamas
Skinnys and all that kinda shit see what i'm sayin'
I mean wood ever fuckin where
See what i'm sayin' bro you love that huh.
(juvenile)-yeah i love that
(mannie) convertable tops
(juvenile)- i love that cash money symbol on my chest
And these diamonds shinin' from here to magnolia projects ya
heard me
(mannie)- thats what i'm talkin' bout man aint nothin' like man,
Cause you know sometimes i let these lil girls lick my chains
man
You know
You can't be kissin on me but you can kiss my diamonds
And shit aint nothin' wrong with that thats beautiful baby
That is truly beautiful, this shit is
Pimpalicious see what i'm sayin
(juvenile)- i just love that
15.Rich Niggaz
Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why
Cash money, rich niggaz
Look
Loud pipes, big rims
Nigga, that's my life
As i pull up at the club, sorry that's my knife
I know a lot of haters probably saying that that's not right
Well, my diamonds so much bigger
So, that's my life
Gleam, gleam
Now, only carry big face and you hear the ching, ching
Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing
And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen
Ha, ha, ha
I crack myself up
I know i talk lot but i can back myself up
Got a little house on the beach that's where i shack myself up
You ain't really got more money than me
Think about it
Let's just say somebody gave me a check to think about it
So i just bought a new rollie and got to take a link up out it
And me with no ice is like a prince concert that ain't crowded
They see the beam, and the truck, and the b-12
And we was next
Then that's when i pull up in the b-e-l
Le-le-lex
Ha
(1st chorus)
I'm on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Juvenile i used to be
R-e-t-a bound
Now i be busting these bitches when i come around
Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Look into my bed saying that's a mad hit
I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shining
My rollie ain't rinning
My bank and climbing
You looking at a multi-millionaire in the flesh
Might don't have it now, but i just got me a check
I can walk it like i talk it
Play it how i say it
Teach it like i preach it
Now, put that in your head
Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand-ain't nothing
Smoke a pound, pop the crystal and drink something
Meet me in the casino
Way in the back
Using money like a motherfucker
Still shooting crack
Tomorrow i'll be back
I got millionaire status
We make so much money irs be looking at us
(repeat 1st chorus 1x)
I got more ends than bonnie have in a factory
I'm lil turk, i'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me
Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control
Playing with millions, laying in condos
Nigga i shine, shine through the fucking week
The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat
Don't hate me, 'cause i'm a little bawler
Got more weight than angola
Fucking your girl carla
Nigga i stunt,
And i'm a stunt 'til i can't no more
Chest lit up like the oaks
From the diamonds i sport
Yo, i can't be touched
Don't think i'm too much, nigga i'm rich what the fuck
Rolex crushed out with the bezel
And all the foes that get close to me got to be on my schedule
I got so much money
I don't know what to do
Buy isles and cars
And break bread with my crew
(2nd chorus)
I'm on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
B.g. on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Uh, uh, uh
Hear me
It's like, monkey see, monkey do
Rolling with the cash money runners i stay true
Cause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar scene
Holding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming
When i bring out the rubber around the hummer
？？？ benz, or in the lex bubble
When i start they said i had no fame
Now all the girls just end up calling my name
10 g's to ？？？
Fax the contract to big cash money
Cause you know this whole clique right with me
They're right with me
Sip-pe-di-dy
Won't count the diamonds just around my neck
X amount-a dollars on a bankroll check
If you want to really come and sing with me
Those that got me wicked, then i do some free
For free!
16.Run For It
(juvenile)
I be comin' up wit da glock toy
You can stop boy
You ain't heard i'm off tha block boy
Chipp-pedy chop boy
Off in ya cut is where i'm layin
Ready fo' sprayin'
Soon as i see yo face and hand
I ain't wit dat playin'
My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation
My daddy tol' me i ain't shit wit outta occupation
So i played the game
Bust yo head if you said my name
I had some of deez niggaz scared i came
I kno' some niggaaz out tha (mag)nolia that'll ride fo' me
I kno' some niggaz hollin' solja dat a die fo' me
T.c., l.t., magnolia and six
Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks
You disrespectin' my mind cuz you keep comin' short
I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught
You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke
You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't gon git
smoke
(chorus)
Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run
If ya ain't gotta strap but cho enemy got one
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if you git into it wit a cash money brotha
You betta run for it, run for it, run
(lil wayne)
I be in all black sometimes
Sometimes i be jumpin out trees in camouflage
Me and juvenile got two keys we bout ta ride
Dem boyz playin wit da u.p.t. well dey gots to die
Man its that deep
It's a tragedy
That you can test me
Heard i run in houses don't put it past me
Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggaz
Fo' i mask up and try ta kill deez niggaz
You'ont' want my stress troubles
I be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles
Wa my big brother juvy
Tol' me not to eva letta nigga screw me
Tol' me if i eva did he would do me
Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin'
And then they start runnin'
Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin like a woman
Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustin'
Load it up and slide it in
Cock it back pop it out we ridin
？？？ ？ i'll run in a busta spot
I'll sit on a busta porch
I'll sleep on a busta block
Apply five and then let go
!bang! lil' cowards keep playin, get hurt
Motha-flirk see i'ont' curse
But'll wet up yo shirt
Look all my enemy's see me comin
All my enemy's peeeeeeeeeuuuunggggggghhhhh be runnin'
(chorus)
(juvenile)
You thank i'm playin-a somthin lil woo dey' i ain't trippin'
Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittin'
Two children got killed and a ol' lady got hit
Look i'm bout ta git tha fuck cuz i ain' got no time fo' dis
shit
Now you can be comin' through
And runnin to a gun if you feel
That they ain't gon' do you shit cuz ya real
I'ont' wanna be witcha when its hapning either
I probally be some where ducked off takin a nap wit my people
I'd rather see it on t.v. than see it in person
Having my fucking' head hurtin'
When dem 30's be burstin'
Bet if yo beef see ya he ain't gon wait fo' ya dog
Our all gon' try to rearrange ja face fo' ya dog
2nd line and round dem clubs ain't no place fo ya dog
Dem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin ya dog
I see em comin wit choppers and i know they gon' bust
Lil' wayne hol' up
We kiting out sho' nuff'
(chorus) 2x
Run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
Go git cha gun for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run, run for it
Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run
Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun
Get cha gun for it gun for it
17.U.p.t
B.g. ＆ (baby)
Cash money slangin nine nigga
(off top playboy)
H.b's and the b.g.'s
(what's happing little b.g. bring it to these niggas)
(b.g.)
When i got that iron in my hand i'm going to slang it
When i got that drama on my mind i'm going to bring it
I ain't backing down from no nigga that's hatin
If the nigga say i ain't bout my buisness look here he hatin
(baby)
Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it
If i catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin
Fuckin wit my h.b's nigga i'm gonna bring it
Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'
(b.g.)
Cause a nigga get stolen
Better yet get takin
Paper is burn
They come fast, ya cant shake it
Picture this my brother cash money done went nation
That come's from 7 hard years of dedication
(manny fresh)
Fuckin wit my b.g. nigga
I'm puttin ？？？？ and i'm a ？？？？ me nigga
That's believing worth six niggas
We call hard hitters
We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga)
(b.g.)
Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit
But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint
This hot boy click laid back and ？？？？ nigga
We see them working on something look here we riders
Ain't like working niggas
Any block with a flussy
That goes for the boss too
We ain't got no picks to choose it
We get cha if we gotta
Wig split cha if we gotta
I know you ain't got word that b.g.'s a rider
So keep it on the d.l
If you got keys don't serve nobody but off v.l
'cause they play for keeps
A one way ticket to hizell
6 ft. deep
It's a filthy dirty rizell
On the u.p.t
I was raised in the streets
But i put it on my mind
By the time i was nine
I was pushin nigga
I was slangin that nine
(lil wayne)
Na, na, na, na
Now them them don't want us
They know me and turk don't fuss in the corners
They already know that we brothers, blood
Or whatever you wanna call it
Click up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholics
Plus we ballers
So whatever we spin the lex or benz
Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens
(turk)
Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga)
To the lane
Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying
Run your mouth too much
Better watch what cha sayin
Like a nigga on the sidelines
Nigga wearing ？？？？
(lil wayne)
Na, na, na, na
Now why o why lord
The nigga wanna try and die lord
(turk)
Niggaz wanna learn hard way
Give it to 'em like that
Make 'em suffer
Put that bitch wit a bag
(juvenile)
I guess you probably standin there sayin
Who's the muthafucka
Nigga you's the muthafucka
That ？？？？ is a muthafucka
Either there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks
And i'm gonna ？？？？ me nigga
If they put me in that shit
Look i'm gonna tell ya like i tell my folks
Play with me if you want but cash money going broke
Even if it means creepin up slow
Busting out shots out my black volvo
Fo sho, 'cause ain't nobody gonna run me
I don't want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done me
She ain't bring me in the world for that
She ain't raise no ho's
She could have had a girl for that
I been realized, i'm all in
Surrounded by the camoufalge, in ballin
Make a nigga recognize, i'm starvin
Go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin
Cause ain't no ？？？？
You better leave that 45 at your house
Cause you gonna need it woodie
I told you boy
I'm a souljah boy
U.t.p up on my stomach from the nolia boy
(b.g. talking)
Slangin nine
Fo sho nigga
That's how we layin it down for the '98 all the way to the '99
Worldwide
Slangin nine
All you bus pass niggas better recognize
(juvenile talking)
This on here bouncin all out ya heard me
Ask my nigga prime nigga
Ask my nigga lac nigga
Ask my nigga b dog nigga
Ask manny
Ask ruckus
Ask my brother corey
Ask b.g.'s nigga
Ask suga slimm
(b.g. talking)
You ain't got no muthafuckin heart
Got the butcha knife chillin
Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga
Ah ha, ah ha
How you luv that now nigga？
What's up now nigga？
Talk that shit now
What, what's up
I thought we was what kind of boys
Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha
(juvenile talking)
I know yall gonna hear me all over the nation
So this is for the east coast, the south coast, the west coast,
over
The world
Nigga ain't no beef nigga
It's bout money
Nigga if you ain't making no money i can't talk
(b.g. talking)
Shut the fuck
Nigga ain't got no words for ya
It's all about the fetti
18.Welcome 2 The Nolia
It's world war iii where i'ma be with 2 stars
Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool
Move all your valuables, cuz them boyz at your throat with them
calicos
I mean, me myself, i just don't wanna see nobody get hurt
Wanna live？ keep your black ass from out of my turf
You look like wanna of them boyz that ain't never been fucked
over
I'm bout to change that, send that boy to tha nolia
Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets
If he think we fakin, he gon' know after we cock it
And come to the pj's, if you wanna score something
Get my peeps laid cuz we make motherfuckers catch the cut quick
Might laugh with ya but we ain't to be trusted
I tie my solja rag tight around my head man
Now i'm gettin processed with a red band
Chorus (juvenile)
We release with amminition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Solja's be camoflaugin'
Hittin blocks realla, they be bout ridin
You get chopped realla, at any timein'
Cuz in that nolia they play tha game raw
No more beats closin shop when the beef start
Ah, ah, i don't think you're ready for these niggaz
Ldtc-6 coated wild willas
Head bustas, and wig spltitas where i'm from
Choppas max, with red dots in the drum
Playinin it raw with dope
That's how we play it, duckin chris, flat top ＆ big red
Wootay ain't nothin nice
Spin corners in broad light, can't move stiff like ice
Get killed if the price on yo face, me ＆ juve burn with case,
from the scene
With fled
Take hits like black ＆ moe did back in the dayz
At night in tha nolia, niggaz be in tha hallwayz
Chorus (juvenile)
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay jeopardize your life
Now we ain't gotta explain to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Nigga done flashed up, i had to deal with the bitch
Catch em' down bad, and put some steel on tha bitch
Let em' know this young nigga, ain't to be fucked wit
2 time i'm comin through, 1 time you gettin ya wig split
When i release, aimin straight for your top
Non stop hollin purse nigga, you gon' drop
Tha magnolia chest opena', glock toatera', block soakera'
Down for a murdera'
In tha rover, choppin ya down, put your sets up nigga
Represent that uptown
Fuckin wit theze real boyz, i'ma kill ya
You don't want me hot at you, you know i'ma gorilla
I've been trained to get way low in the mud
Molded on tha streets and used to runnin wit thugs
Nigga you fuck wit turk, you gotta fuck wit me what
Where is you gonna be when them boks (reeboks) in tha mud
Don't make me come down there and show one of you bitches
Don't make me come down there and blow one of you bitches
Chorus (juvenile)
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya side up nigga, throw ya side up
But throw ya ward up, nigga throw ya ward up
Chorus (juvenile)
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
We release wit ammunition...we release wit ammunition
When our beef is in site...when our beef is in site...
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
When our beef is in site...
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