Juvenile Album

f/ Big Tymers, Mickey

[Mannie Fresh]
Look a here, look a here, look a here
New Mannie, Louisiana up in here ya heard me
With the Project English album,
And I'm gonna let young Mickey start this thing off, ya heard me
The New Orleans shit, the new stunna, the new shiner, the new reppa
Walk over here and get cha' shine on

[Mickey]
Uh oh, Chicago's with those N.O. niggas
And we stock indo nigga
Ya see the amount of blood in my kinfolk niggas
And I don't think y'all really understand what y'all in fo' nigga
When a nigga got tens he got two blocks on em'
Catch ya mob street walkin' put them foo fights on em'
MC rodie around, we say fam or pharaoh
Both our families mo' gangsta than the damn Sopranos
They spit choppers and k's, we spray itchies
But we both quick to spray fifty, stay with me
They rock tees and Rees, we rock furs and Nikes
But we both well known for flippin' birds and ice
They stay stunnin a hundred, we say flickin'
They say that shit is fire, we say sendin' fendin'
Get little, that mean we about to leave
The cake is baked whodi, that mean y'all about to bleed

[Mannie Fresh]
Uh oh, shit got damn, you know who I am
I'm as gangsta as Capone in this nasty ass fam
Where the fuck I'm from and where I represent
Platinum plaques, Bentleys, and presidents
Now wait a minute man, I done bought a choo-choo train
Don't chu' have a helicopter, yeah and a plane
You got a two-way pager, well I gotta phone
You gotta a million dollars, well I got I don't know
They say a nigga like me bling too much
Why, cause this watch, this chain, this ring too much
Make them dollars, pop them bottles
We zoned up in Caprices and Impalas (Errrr!)
Disregard that law, pop that car
Step up in the club and buy out the whole bar
Pay attention lil' daddy to the song I'm sangin'
I'ma put cha' on some other shit besides that blang
Daddy truck sharp, mama house bangin'
Brian Williams, just keep on brangin'
Check after check every time ya move ya neck
Nigga if i want it dog I'll buy respect

[Baby]
There you have it nigga, Project English nigga (Uh, uh, uh)
Hood rats and bling blingin' nigga (Uh, uh, uh)
Know what I'm sayin' let's get this money nigga (It go choo-choo)
Hey steppa, hey Mike, stick, pass that bottle motherfucker
We gon' drank till we ain't got no mo' dollars motherfucker
Let's go get this money Fresh
Project English and whatever it come with next
Cash Money, Hot Boyz let's ride nigga
Go to the next tune or something fucker

[Mannie Fresh]

KICK ASS!
(Mmm-hmm) C'mon
(Uh-huh, mm-hmm)
Y'all boys don't know NUTTIN bout me (mm-hmm, uh-huh)
Ya heard? .. "Ladies and gentlemen!"

[Juvenile]
I'ma T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna
If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everything from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy a Four-Runner
I walk with a limp, cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from the back so hold your butt steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin
And momma I love pussy, but I ain't lickin
Now prepare yourself 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 head busters waitin to give 'em the word
I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West
Down-South to Mid-W, whattup to the rest
Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin in debt
No matter what I do dawg, I love my set - "Ladies and gentlemen!"

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Wodie, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

[Juvenile]
The niggidy niggidy Nile's in this bitch, get right
Fuck what you heard on the street it's CMR for life
Still ridin on dubs, sippin brown and white
Jump stupid if you want bitch we gon' clown tonite
We got twenty-five choppers in the V.I.P.
Cristal and 40 yack and a pound of weed
I know you wait for me to get drunk, and follow me home
Picture what I'ma give you though - a shot to yo' dome
Fuck it if your boys gon' be talkin they gon' get hit too
I'm really not givin a fuck, long as I get you
Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker
I'ma general, executin the plan
Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land
Runnin up on hoes, tellin them to jump in the van
Mommy please come break off just me and my man

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
55% of these niggaz is fake
The other 45% be handlin they weight
55% of these women is hoes
The other 45% be playin they role
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
Take these motherfuckin cuffs off of us
We ain't kill nobody in 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 save that then
I been dealin wit you bitches from way back then
Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back in
You say my momma played me and J be tight
Cause Juvie takin care, so everything alright
Bitches see the sliver seraph wit them phat ass pipes
Bein followed by some niggaz on some bad ass bikes

[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

f/ Hot Boys

[B.G.]
You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh
We drop classics nigga, uh-huh
Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga

Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes
All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling
V.L. is my block my hood my set nigga
Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga
Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga
You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga
I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can't trust 'em
I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now
I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots
of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter
what, the, situation be
I'm bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green
UPT 13 and CMB
is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga

(4, minutes, left!)

[Juvenile]
Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak
Niggaz comin home tryin to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick
Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz
Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz
They stuck in line, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia
They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki's
While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street
You representin? It better be M-A-G
Or niggaz gon' get mad and, never let you leave
A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley
Willow Street, Robertson and T.C.
It's on fire from the wars they cause
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge

(3, minutes, left!)

[Lil Wayne]
Yes, one-seven nigga, look
Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy
Prices, cheaper than the average, ki's be
We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What is that I smell?
No it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum
Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we pass 'em; guns, we have 'em
We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds
Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos
Brrrrrrr! Reload - *tch-chk* explode
Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what?

(2, minutes, left!)

[Turk]
Look.. look, look
Plenty got diamonds in my Rolex
Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin neck
It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped on my gat
I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with me I dress in black
That's a fact don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad(?)
You head your lose that, ain't no comin back back, I'm tellin you
Play with me your people people gon' be smellin you
Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' carry you
People don't have no money they can't bury you
Don't have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two
Bought that insurin yourself cousin
Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin
Gun I'ma peel it nigga you can run cousin
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin

f/ TQ

{*TQ harmonizing at the start*}

[Juvenile]
Who the fuck - nigga hittin shots in the truck
Hope I'm able to make this right turn, my Neon fucked
The wodie that I'm with, bawlin up like a bitch
instead of tryin to retaliate by bustin his shit
My leg already fucked up, been playin it bald
Now I gotta drive the car too, funny and all
Left arm on the steerin wheel, right on the Mac
Them niggaz brought it to me raw so I'm bringin it back
Out the window with it dumb sinnin, but I crashed
This boy went straight through window his stupid ass
And I'm noticin I smell gas
Gotta bust a airbag, get out the car fast and haul ass
I still gotta duck bullets that cut through bricks
What the fuck I did to make niggaz want do me like this
Won't be long 'fore one of the bullets ignite the gas
They'll meet - even the buildings gonna be ash

[Chorus 2X: TQ - over harmonizing]
My life my life my life my life
My life my life my life my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone

[Juvenile]
I'ma go on to survive but the story returns
After bein treated several months for 3rd degree burns
My lil cousin Denaun flipped out, and murdered his children
I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurtin her feelings
He's lookin at a L, swearin no need for a trial
Accept it like a man bitch or live in denial
Whatchu think the people gon' say, when they look at his file
Hear that little boy, snicker he in here for a while
I had a shit bag on me, I could barely walk
Everybody knew the story but was scared to talk
I read lips when I pull up, right after I park
I hear a nigga say whass happen wo' but not from the heart
Word gotta be out, a lot of tension's in the air black
Your everyday niggaz ain't even muchly makin transac'
If I think about a gun, I'ma get ten
The people got they ears to the streets and they be listenin

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Niggaz be knowin them bitches slippin when I'm dishin
I'd rather be locked down in prison than come up missin
But that goes to show you how fast the laws work
They was peepin with somebody that punished them boys first
Don't they know the people still thinkin I sent the hit
I'd accept it if I did it but they wrong for that shit
To the police, I sounded like the boy cryin wolf
Cause they know I like slangin rice shootin dice with the crooks
Everythang in life I accumulated I took
It's a neverending episode, my life is a book
I'm hot, so I'm ridin round up in Rock(?)
There's a funeral pass, two cops and five limos
Man that's one of them niggaz was tryin to snipe me
I betcha everybody in that crowd don't like me
I should go up in the bitch bustin
But they got innocent bystanders that never did the clique nothin

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

f/ Big Tymers

Fa sho' nigga, off top
Believe this playboy, fa sho' nigga

[Baby]
I'm the #1 stunna, don't flinch you bitch
I cash in quick and go and flash my 6
Twenty inch dub niggaz how you love that bitch?
20 ki's or hard blocks, we call them bricks
I'm a Uptown survivor, niggaz stash the lick
Just bought a new Beemer, X-5 the bitch
Puttin dubs with a kit nigga, flash yo' shit
Puttin ice in my grill, fuck a classy bitch
I'm a Uptown thug, can't you see that shit?
I'm around the way hunt for quarter ki's and bricks
You can catch me at the club with a ghetto bitch
Or you can see me at my mansion with a nasty bitch
Flat screen, loud music, me and Fresh a bitch
Pullin out the driveway with new cars and shit
Palm trees feelin good nigga we love this shit
Watchin ducks nigga bucks, but hold up bitch

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
Let me get my hustle on, nigga all for Nol'
Let me make a hundred mill', nigga slow but sho'
Let me spin my new wheels in front yo' do'
Let me hit the battlefield nigga slangin snow

[Juvenile]
I wonder why niggaz always be doin stupid shit
No sense involved at all, it's foolishness
Now if a nigga take it and somebody hit yo' stash
is you goin to bust his ass or are you gonna let that pass?
Besides, it only was a bundle of dough
You a hustler nigga, you know how to get you some mo'
Just tighten up yo' circle and surveillance your spot
If you catch a nigga touchin somethin, he gettin got
Now carry on with whatcha doin 'fore the people get hot
Leave them hoes alone cause they the reason we gettin got
If you owe a nigga pay him they be holdin a grudge
He don't want to take a loss but he'll take it in blood
Make sure fiends don't pass, make all the cash
Big fired bags and floss on they ass
I've been through some shit, that make me a survivalist
I may be a lot of different things, but I'm not a bitch

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
But anyway, I'm not the subject of the matter
All y'all bitch ass niggaz I'm comin after
Cause the minute that I start slippin
Look at who is gon' be tryin to get in my position, niggaz is grimin
But what they don't know, I got some killers that's behind me
I used to pull it off way back in the early 90's
If any one of y'all wanna do it we can do it
Don't hold it on your chest dog, don't be pumpin fluid

[Baby]
I'm a Uptown hunter on Washington 6th
Set the line goin down (?) a bitch
They got that iron Uptown and they slangin it quick
Valence is my home, I'ma rep 'til I'm gone
Valence and Magnolia, but Greyhead roam
Magnolia Projects is where I set my roam
Saratoga and (?), I call my home
Ran through the Melphamine(?), nigga I did that shit

[Chorus]

f/ B.G., Big Tymers, Lil Wayne

[Juvenile] + (Mannie Fresh)
Whoa-ohh-oh-ohh.. come down now rude bwoy
Little Weezy Wez, try and take over as the rude bwoy now

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

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Sunshine - in the middle of the night
Sunshine - with baguettes so bright
Sunshine - every place that I be
Sunshine - all of ya bwoys know me

[B.G.] We be holdin the Cristal high so you can see
The princess cutted Presidential Roley

[Baby] Sho' Lil, won'tcha scratch the Rover, with the block TV
(You lyin) Six in the headrest, all got new TV's

[B.G.] Well look the other hand, holdin a blunt real high
So you can see the Wonder Woman bracelet sunshine

[Baby] 2000, Navigation on 19 inches
My mom in the 6 I ain't out ya penny pincher

[B.G.] God Bless Wayne, when I set foot on the scene
I make you take a triple take, at the bling, the bling bling (what?)

[Baby] Iced out sparklin millionaire on the flo'
Hittin these hoes with shit they never seen befo'

[B.G.] Now when you see my neck, you could just say ooh
That Hot Boy from Cash Money's a fool

[Baby] In our platinum Benzes with the cat eyes (eyes)
Flat screens in my crib with the flat I's (I's)

[Chorus]

[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 niggaz
A young cat like me with Bill Clinton figures
I'ma expensive nigga, drive Bentleys nigga
(?) got it dropped on twenty inches nigga
Best type got navigation system nigga
VCR, PlayStation, televisions nigga
You know stuntin is a habit, chrome on the Navi
TV's in that rear headrest to entertain the traffic
They call me the hot man, got the block on lock man
All my cars chopped 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]

[Baby] Now you can catch me sunshinin on the lake on Sunday
What's happenin Fresh?

[Fresh] Don't fight, Sunny Delight - it's beautiful

[Baby] Where, nigga, where you, where you be sunshinin at?

[Juve] Yeah I be sunshin up in my, new Cadillac truck
Or my new 2000 Jaguar, ya know 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 Jesus?
(That's wonderful) Hahaha (that's lovely) that's true
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..

{*all laughing*}

[Fresh] Sunshine is a sport man..

[Baby] Lil Turk sittin there spookin somebody..

f/ Big Tymers

[Chorus ­ 3x] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Mannie Fresh]
He told me number three was cheap
Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakin'
Checkin' in motels every other weekend
Say brah ­ I can't picture lil' one eatin'
Boy you ain't know ­ fo' sho' she creepin'
While she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings
Meeting Kitty wit her mouth
That's what yo' chick 'bout
Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil' one out
Sometimes I be likin' ­ when seenin' chicks dykin'
Pissin' on each other, mud wrestling, and fightin'
Hair everywhere, sratchin' and bitin'
Pass me my asthma pump again man, this shit exciting
I be like, "let's get jumped" like a game of checkers
And I done cheat more chicks, than Nelly sold records
E.I, C.I, turn a chick out
Then give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth

[Chorus ­ 2x] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Baby]
There's a story about a bitch named Sally
A hot girl, lived in that rat-hoe alley
She stayed sharp, stayed rockin' Balance
And a fat pussy, laid down in the Cadi'
Back of the seat or back of the Palace
I'm a Hot Boy ­ it really don't matter
My brother K.C plays them tellers
That'll jump off, hit a stepper, whatever
Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big better
Dick gotta a bitch in Miami ­ a dick-sweater
Like Delores from A.T.L, "The Freak of the Week"
She did me, Slim, Joe, and Tiki
I don't care, bitch just ride
Shake yo' pussy, and shake yo' thigh
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to ride
Baby girl lookin' at me like she surprise

[Chorus ­ 2x] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Mannie Fresh]
Let me tell you about another one of my lovers
I caught the ignorant chick pokin' holes in rubbers
Talkin' 'bout she late, sorry no wait
Girl you fucked me, Mike Tyson, and O.J

[Baby]
These hoes be pullin' they raw tactics
Baby makin' and jaw-jackin'
Mami suck dick like a lowrider
Ooh-wee, don't stop her

[Mannie Fresh]
Thinkin' that I'ma claim that baby
Girl you coo-coo, stupid, dumb, and crazy
His eyes green, and his hair wavy
Thought you had me huh?, got me, playin' me

[Baby]
She movin' like a nigga hittin' switches
But I bet I'd hit that old shitty
She a popper, H.G non-stopper
She from Uptown, baby girl don't knock her

[Chorus ­ till end] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Mannie Fresh ­ over chorus] (Talking)
Nah shawty, don't cry now
Get them old ass iron skates you left up under the bed
And them old ass pro cases that you had, and all them beta tapes
And get your old ass beeper
You know that beeper that look like a garage opener
The one that you had, get that shit up out my drawer
and get on out of here
Yeah you got to leave, got to go
Get that rat coat, that old ass coat that you said was a mink
Shit ain't nothin' but a big ass nutria rat
Oh yeah, and get your cell phone
That big ass cell phone wit the car battery hooked up to it
The one that be causin' Cancer, you know that big ass
football you wear on your face, hurtin' and shit
Get your old ass cell phone
And get them Chic Jeans, that Jamaica Joe shirt, and
them Hearochees that yo' ass was wearing when you came here
And them big fake ass "Salt-N-Peppa" earrings
You know them earrings Salt-N-Peppa had in the 80's
You better get them bitches up outta here too
And get them footy socks, the ones wit the balls in the back
That's yours too, you need to get that, get on outta here
You know what i'm sayin', I use to love you, I don't love you no more
Don't like you no more, none of that, you know what I'm sayin'
And get your Cutlass keys
Get your old ass Cutlass, the one that we parked off the block
You know what I'm sayin', 'cause I didn't want it in my driveway
'cause it was leakin' oil
Get your old ass Cutlass key's and get in your Cutlass and ride out
Yeah, you hood roach, you ain't even a rat, you a roach

[Juvenile]
(Daa-aaa-aamn!) She get it from her mamma
She get it from her mamma, she get it from her mamma
(Bring it on in) She get it from her mamma
(Uh-huh) She get it from her mamma
(Uh-ah) She get it from her mamma (uh-ah)
(Uh-ah, uh-ah, uh-ah) 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

[Juvenile]
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 friends? 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 the tight jeans man? She get it from her mamma
Got a nigga ridin hard and I'm tweakin - She get it from her mamma
Why she gotta make it look at honey speakin? She get it from her mamma
Why she got me tryin to 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 and make ya 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]

[Juvenile]
Who told her not to fuck with me? She get it from her mamma
Who told her I'ma fuckin 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
All 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 the lip 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 does 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 doe - She get it from her mamma
And she'll kill for a nigga doe - She get it from her mamma
And when she's shy it's to draw attention - She get it from her mamma
Natural with no extension - She get it from her mamma

[Chorus]

f/ Big Tymers

[Juvenile]
I'm pot, and I can't say shit about skillet
If you got a spot movin sellin bricks I can feel it
Done mapped it all out, done made some phone calls
We all got big dreams of seein the project ball
After all, seperation is the downfall
Instead of a chain of command niggaz wanna shot call
That overnight money could be lose-your-life money
Everybody want the crooked instead of the right money
And then I ain't no better either, cause I lead a
life of crime if I gotta fight for mine
Look - somebody ain't leavin with a stripe this time
Y'all don't want a drunk nigga gettin hype with nines
My ex-girl done told me I can't see my children
I hope nobody play with me cause I might kill them
Shit, motherfuckers ain't never satisfied
If you think niggaz don't have problems - they lied

[Chorus]
You niggaz think we don't have problems? They lied to ya
You niggaz think we ain't with problems? Look they lied to ya
You niggaz think we all hoes? Look they lied to ya
Y'all think we dirty in our nose? Look they lied to ya
You niggaz think we don't have problems? Look they lied to ya
You niggaz think we ain't with problems? They done lied to ya
You niggaz think we all hoes? They done lied to ya
Y'all think we dirty in our nose? They done lied to ya

[Baby]
Fa sho' wodie
Don't get me fucked up, cause you seen me on a movie
We keep it real hood when we do a fuckin movie
You saw us on the video, playin with hoes
But you can find me in my ghetto nigga, totin a fo'-fo'
I'm real with this shit nigga we dash on five-oh
A big dice game nigga fuck them five-oh's
I keep the same game nigga crack a guerilla hoe
I play the same thangs but my prices get cheaper though
I pull up in the Range Rover twenty inch mo-mo's
I been through hard times, that nobody know
Slang dimes crack times you could believe that wo'
Comin through in the Bentley V-12 y'know
Ten a ki is the price and we don't love no hoes
Water whip playin games slangin bad ya-yo
Jam him up and bust his head while he on that dope
I got a bad feelin so I needs to go
Fa sho' - you understand? Nigga outta line?
You better bust his motherfuckin head wodie

[Chorus] - 0.75X

[Juvenile]
I'm the motherfucker killed your boy, and what?
You gon' do somethin bout it? Bitch nigga then stand up
I'm not responsible for all the people that's gon' bitch out
And innocent bystanders, that be up on yo' blocks
Ain't no encyclopedia could teach me the hood
How to not give out no credit and distribute the goods
How police gon' hound me, investigate 'round me
Catch me with a firearm them bitches gon' down me
And I'm beefin with the biggest nigga in the city with work
Ain't no tellin who he got workin for him in blue shirts
If I hurt, then you hurt, you got work? I take yours
I gotta records durin the season like the Lakers
It's not for fun I got a gun you try to run I'm poppin one
I'm to' up from the flo' up, just look at what the block done done
I can't sleep - cause I'm too far in it
I took over this motherfucker cause I knew y'all finished

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
F'real man I ain't tryin to disrespect none of you niggaz out chea
If you do what you do, do it well
KnowhatI'msayin? I ain't playa hatin I'm congratulatin
I'm tryin to teach you niggaz how to get offa these streets
And how to accumulate money, so you can be successful
like the rest of these niggaz that are out chea, that's on TV
These niggaz on MTV, BET, The Box and what have we
All you niggaz could be successful
But I want y'all motherfuckers to know we suffer just like y'all
Man we go through it, we been through it

f/ Baby, Lil Wayne

(Lil Wayne)
Listen...I'ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet
My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street
Until I wake and see another fuckin day is relief
I pray that he keep, I'm scrappin my knees from chasing this cheese
I had point guard dreams of playin for some team
Hit the block and made NBA money in one week
See I hussle in the hood and plus I fly birdies
And play the tracks out every month so I can ride dirty
needed someone to manage my money I hired Shelly
But Shelly started talkin to much so she died early
They got me loadin up my Benz with my eyes blurry
I sent the message to the fucker at bout five thirty
Now if the bitch aint got my dice for me then I'm sorry
But i'ma leave everyone who outside bloody
And then I go in the stash get the coke and the cash
I'm lettin niggas score it for half, I'm hopein it last
But still nigga don't, I might have to just go in the lap
And if its slow in the ass back to the rope and the mask

(Chorus) (Lil Wayne)
Man we got that white girl,
and wigga talk bout uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad then we got low ki's..
Dog who got um? We got that white girl
and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's..
Man who got um? We got that white girl
and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's..
Playa who got um?

(Juvenile)
I hate when a nigga flex up and he's makin it sound
As though he been doin that border, but that nigga would drown
My block been infiltrated by uh whole lot of fake ass niggas
Scared ass niggaz, wont even bust uh grape ass niggaz
I'm talkin to you! so take it how you want ho
I've been here for uh minute, so I looked up and you dont move
Ya partnuhs been fuckin wit ya cause they know how you is
Niggas be smackin ya and humpin you and snatchin yo shit
Matter fact get the fuck out my face, befo' I put you in ya place
I'm one secound from bustin the drapes
Well you can get ya money and all but not ch'ere
Lil daddy I been runnin this section for 5 years, first of all I dont like ya
I dont know ya, run and get ya gun if you want I'm gon show ya
You one of them niggaz try earning your stripe
Lil daddy I'm one of them niggaz that'll hit ya at night

(Chorus)

(Baby)
That liquor like dope nigga I gots to have it,
Cook flip the brick with some heavy traffic
Guns gon bust if these niggas be lackin
Cadallac, gold spokes, brick head, and baskets
Overflow this bitch white work gone faster
Tradegy of uh murder case twisted and laughin
In the bentley drop top and Pac is blastin
Hit the hood jumpin the cop, we start the stashin
Bunch of white t-shirts phone calls harrasment
Bought a pot on that shit make it hot and ejectin
He standin on my two feet he purrin "I aint blastin"
Coming up from child hood days about my cashing
Hundred g's on the trunk of the Escalade Cadi
I never did listen , I never mind my daddy
My brother gave him a game cookin in an ally
4 bricks two guns I'm runnin to my parents

[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, any place, anywhere
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

f/ Baby, Lil Wayne, Turk

[Lil Wayne]
(Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (mmhmm) uh-huh
(Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix)
(Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen..

(Ladies and gentleman!)
Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well
And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail
Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya girl
Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooom
Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost
Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts
Got a Escalade wavin on them deep dish rims
And got ya girl sayin "We just friends" - I ain't trippin
I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it
Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh
From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy
We get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me?
I got some freaks on my side that you'll like
And somethin on my wrist colder than a Coors Light
It's SQ-7 CMB it's life
It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh
(Ladies and gentleman!)

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
A wodie, whassup? Wodette, whassup?
A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?
A wodie, whassup? A wodette, whassup?
A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?

[Baby]
I'm the #1 stunna Baby, B, Bryan and Bubba
Got that Crist' in my hand, a pistol in the other
Olde English and Hot Boy bout to get in some trouble
Plus I'm leanin off the liquor, bout to get at your woman
I'm runnin with them HPG's, them Uptown thugs
I ain't buyin the bar homey I'm buyin the club
So momma look, get chea, show me whassup
Put some straightenin on them dubs, and show me some love
Like Hennessy, (?), clean, G
You gotta admit it that's the way it's supposed to be
I'm the bird man homey and I'm sellin them cheaps
Put hits on bustaz while I'm brushin my teefs
Can't quit this now cause you done played it too strong
Stunna call you on it 'til I'm dead and gone
One love to them Hot Boys, sellin that wrong
And my homies in the pen, from usin they phones

[Chorus]

[Turk]
Look, forget what ya heard dawg, Turk still thuggin
You got me messed up, bout to make me start bustin
Trust me, I don't miss cousin
And the last thing you see is fire and blood gushin
I'm a lil' thug, always strapped with that thang
You get killed thug, when you're messin with me main
I run with real soldiers called the B.G.F.
Ready for anything you could believe dat dere
I guess it's in us to be the way that we be
We all from Uptown, from the 3 'til the 13th
We tote choppers, with a hundred in 'em
And you see them dome shots we bout, runnin in 'em
We play it raw, give a know what about the law
They get stole too when they, messin with us
My team still strong, we all from the hood
CMR for life, come between? Wish you would

[Chorus]

[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!

f/ Lil Wayne

[Juvenile]
I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot
I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not
I say I hate em from a distance and they scopin' my neck
But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck
And I can already vision people sayin I'm wrong
But I rather his momma than my momma singin that song
Besides chickens gon' be chickens and ducks gonna be ducks
And I'm all around guerrilla that love playin them cuts
Im'a attached to the streets, those niggas in the pens
Started problems wit ol' tymers that did ten
And this bitch curly head still been in the case
But he aint man enough to leave a real one in the face
And to you 4-6 and 8 bitches wit t.v. Pranks
You jeopardize my living quarters, wanna see me sank
But I got news for everyone of y'all
I know who yah is, plus I won't be satisfied until I go in yah crib

[Hook]
Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too
Lookin fed up so me and Wheezy we comin through
And who ever sides yappin we gon' punish em too
(Repeat x2)

[Lil Wayne]
Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless
Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast
I just got one suggestion, ask yah Testem, this cuz get hectic
Send one through your son's intestines
Lock, snock lung through testin's
If the portrait, bodies piled up on porches, it won't be gorgeous
Ride with the torch, scorchin, ready to blaze
Step in me ways, kidnap your car for 70 days
And let it be said Holly Grove's the home of a soldier
And if a nigga breathe wrong than it's over
I never love ya, my metal slug ya
If you kept on fuckin wit the squad
Put the coward's stomach by his thighs, nothin survives
And as far as the coke, 20 bricks month and supply
And as far as the dope, plenty chips come and say "Hi"
Drop 3-2 roll, all black, buttons and shyer
I don't need you hoe
Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes
What?

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Nigga C'mon
You gotta love us
Bumpin inside of humma's
Ride as thugga's, we who be
Think that them coward's busta's
Why we hustlin in they sleep
We be in that powder smuggle by the doubles every week
And if one of them cowards run up try to knock him off his feet
The brotha is Wheezy, love it or leave me
Gats hug it and squeeze it
Crack, bundle it easy
Run it wit these n' murderers, crooks and x-cons
Yah test mine I give it to yah chest 6 times
[Juvenile]
I believe in me and my family cuz niggas is broads
That leave you slanted, thugged out wit a conspiracy charge
All pussy aint the pussy like money and drugs
I'm dickin bitches that trial and I'm the jury and judge
I make sure I separate it, though I hate when I love
Its just me, Cash Money Millionaires that wackin the plug
Wud-up Lil Wheezy, im laid back up in the cut if yah need me
Its love believe me

f/ Baby, Lac, Steppa, Mike, Sickwitit, Big G

[Baby talking]
Whut's happ'n, whut up G(G-G)(H-B-G's nigga)believe dat Hot Boy fo life
Nigga, we gon' do this for all tha projects around tha world right
(Mag, Melph, Callio)H-B-G's, B-G-F, we ridin out on this Project English
Whut's up G, nigga speak on it(we ride for tha projects)I'm bout to give
These niggas some live entertainment(B-G-F, H-B-G's muthafucka)

[Baby]
Whodi, uh, jump shop let's do this, bitch get wit this
Hot Boys, slow down lil' daddy fo' I hit you wit this cannon
Who, huhn, what, where
Lil' daddy you can stop & stare
Do ya thang ya fool, bitch I been here, I grew here, bitch I been here
Hot Girls, Hot Boys
Bling blingin', ridin' in them new toys
Weezy, Geezy, Turk, Superstar
We dippin' ridin' in them new toys
Juvy's Project English
Baby, bitch I mean this

[Big G talking]
This Big G, get wit em Killa star

[Lac]
I'm from tha Nolia where foot soldiers ride Benz & shit
Where cut throaters always posin' as yo friends & shit
Where news reporters bulletproof they camera lens & shit
A trigger click over & over behind them ends & shit
Yeah all this time had yall thinkin' that it was cool uptown
Like a nigga don't lose they life from them tools uptown
Every night a different nigga catch tha blues uptown
It's so trife young students shoot up schools uptown
An A-T-F kickin' in do's atleast twice a week
It's like I'm hustlin' fo' my health, I can't get past a ki
I'm either duckin' tha po po' or tied up in beef
I'm bangin' up this slow poke who got caught in tha streets

[Steppa talking]
Bitch yall think this a game, Baby ain't playin, he doin' this here
Yall know me, Steppa ya dig, I ain't just start doin' this here
I been around ya dig what I'm sayin', I come from tha old school
I was taught this ya heard me & he know ya dig what I'm sayin'
Whatever, killin', whatever, ya dig
Sick wit it, ain't no joke
Tell em what time it is Mike

[Mike talking]
This Mike straight out tha pen, just from doin' ten
Originial head busta, 3rd Ward Hot Boy

[Sickwitit talking]
This that Sickwitit ya heard me, straight out that Melph
Yall muthafuckas better recpect it cause Cash Money done hooked up wit
A real killa, a head busta ya heard me, I'm a H-B-G & we rollin wit tha
B-G-F's ya heard me, so you better get wit it or I'm gonna get wit you
Ya heard Me

[Big G talking]
This Big G nigga, O-G Cash Money Hot Boy fo' life nigga respect it or
Check it, get wit it nigga

[Baby talking]
Fa sho' homie & Elden I'm ridin' for ya & all these gangstas that We
Forgot & didn't get a chance to get on it, we ridin' for ya, time out