Juvenile

400 Degreez – Juvenile

(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

[Chorus] (Robotic Voice)
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)

By admin on October 19, 2013 | # Song Lyrics | 10 comments
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Ha – Juvenile

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 gonna treat your nose 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

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H.B. HeadBusta – Juvenile

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

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G-ing Men – Juvenile

[Juvenile]
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
They calling me back telling they want another chance
Nigga gonna go ask the girl, am I right
Nigga gonna go ask the girl, am I right
Nigga gonna go ask the girl, am I right

[Juvenile]
I met a freak from uptown
Talking saying I was young
And she could give me spun for tounge
Welcome to the home of the G-ing men
Had to figure out my uptown friends
Welcome to the home of the G-ing men
Had to figure out my uptown friends

[Juvenile]
Thought I was a dummy
Thought I was a young fool
And then they didn’t believe it was little Juv
Then the thing I did made you change your mind
Like freak named Sharon
Said she was big and fun
But guess what yo, I geed her
I see you murder too much energy
So does Gia
I see you murder too much energy
So does Gia
I see you murder too much energy
So does Gia
I say to my nigga house and he Gia
Went back uptown, burned like a heater

[Juvenile]
For one evening
A quarter after three
Twinkle my goal
And put on some clothes
And that might have been for real
Now don’t be sweatin
Just give him the praise
Arguing cause I’m thuggin again
I make a visit every day
And I be swurving
And fellas that he bout
After I smoke the weed
That I need
And weaking cause I’m pleading one more right now
I see all them ladies
Over and over again
You can bet that my magnolia
Is like I told ya
To keep the G in me

[Juvenile]
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Pick a little rocker, she’s a nasty little girl
Pick a little rocker, she’s a nasty little girl
I had dump in this playa world
Drop your draws and come over here stick ya
And she could jack me a little quicker
Drop your draws and come over here stick ya
And she could jack me a little quicker

[Juvenile]
Oh no baby, oh no baby
Trying to jump around, but they just can’t fake me
Oh no baby, oh no baby
Trying to jump around, but they just can’t fake me
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
They calling me back telling they want another chance
Come back and let me rape ya
They calling me back telling they want another chance
Come back and let me rape ya

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