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

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
You don t like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad
You don t like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad

[Juvenile]
I ve seen shit that a child my age, shouldn ta saw
They bustin right over the backseat of a stolen car
I was seven they had to be about nine or ten
His momma Fay she done ran through who s dyin again
Damn but I don t really think she mean what she say
As soon as she smoke that crack, shit done fucked with her head
Momma gon love her kids, and they (?) aware
And if momma don t love her children, then momma need prayer
Durin the struggles of my life I learned to take heed to shit
I paid attention to everything that went on in the bricks
All of the early morning rushes to the late night fights
I always visioned that one day this would be my life
Back then it wasn t gravy, the street wasn t right
Especially in our house, we didn t eat some nights
On come new technology these days and times
And it gave us other avenues and ways to grind
Fuck what you got nigga, I m makin mine
I messed up my first lil change, I ma be straight this time
To the fullest, always huntin, for it to spend
I went out and got it dawg, I can do it again

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Get off the block lil nigga this my spot lil nigga
I don t care what you got you get shot lil nigga
I been thuggin, and I m lovin my life
The reason I made it to here because I been livin trife
For spite stoppin knockin old niggaz off
Tryin to be the fuckin boss and shotcall
Ride round in the toughest cars, double R s
Fuckin over niggaz don t want see me ball
Now which one of your peers wanna come do this
I ain t with all of that talkin cause my gun do flip
Lift niggaz off they feet when they run they lip
Tryin to tell you bout people, tell you that chick s on chips
You don t like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they made me mad
I m straight off of the street that s why I m out chea bad
Comin through yo door with a bag and a Mag

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
If you don t like me nigga, nigga come out
Fuck, I don t like you either though bitch-ass nigga
Boy-ass nigga.. what? Fuck you in ya ass

[Chorus]

Da da da
Da da da da.. hahahaha
I don t like you either though
Punk, pussy, candy-ass nigga
Wearin another nigga drawers ass nigga
Take it like a man ya heard me?

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

[Verse 1: Wacko]
I done tightened up on my G dog
Wacko outcher flippin these hoes like see saws
Ya man trippin ? Girl, look we can creep on
Ya friends stressin too, I ll flip all 3 of yall
Respect my steez, I ain t really bout fallin in love
I travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs
Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time
With 2 bricks,(two of em) and a chrome 9
To these niggas I m easy to be provokin
Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin
Don t make me proceed
I ll hit you from ya neck to ya knees
Have ya gaggin where ya barely could breathe
But I ain t in here for this
Whoadie, I m in here to get me a bitch
Bring her back to the telly to issue some dick
Hook up with Juve and Skip, go get me a brick
And get ready for next Sunday, to snatch a new bitch

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

[Juvenile] Let her go dog, that ain t ya hoe dog
[Skip] Let me get broke off
[Wacko] In this jump off!

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

[Juvenile] Let her go dog, that ain t ya hoe dog
[Skip] Let me get broke off
[Wacko] In this jump off

Tekst :

[Intro: [helicopter sound effects]]

[Verse One:]

You bout dat paper?
You on top?
You handlin business?
You doin swell?
Down with yo niggaz to da finish?
Are you willin ?
To hit da streetz up and make a killin ?
Are you a villain?
Pushin a Bentley makin millions?
Do you do your time?
Without rattin on your partners?
Do you kill your beef?
With a pistol or a chopper?
Is you da man?
Do you pay all of your bills?
Did you make a plan?
And won t stop till it fulfilled?
Can you handle coke?
Can you handle dope?
Ain t afraid to go?
Even though you know?
Look... lil Daddy...
Do you take care of yo kids?
Is it clean in yo crib?
Can t you stand to eat some ribs?
Ain t it scandalous how we live?
You ball with Cash Money?
Do you like Manny track?
Ain t it shive how I rap?
Puttin New Orleans on the map!
You brush ya teeth?
You on dem hoes?
You got dem Ree[bok]s on ya feet?
With dem Girbauds?

[Chorus1: 4X]

Then you a SOLJA nigga, put up a solja rag!!!
Put up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag

[Verse Two:]

Now what s happenin wit you?
You knockin dem heads off too?
You do what a playa do?
You fuck in the Rochambeau?
You ain t scared to blast?
When you got dat iron witcha
Do you bust his ass?
You acts a ass?
You got ya ski mask?
And ya solja rag?
Look...
You ready to blow a bag?
Can you hustle like it s legal?
Can you avoid da people?
And hotwire your Regal?
You bout dat evil?
Look...
You on some ignorant shit?
When that hoe get flip
Now can you punish da bitch?
You like dem Beamers?
You like dem Benz 500s?
You like dem Hummers?
You like dem big fine womens?
You a playa ain t ya?
None of these bitch niggaz could fade ya!
The ghetto made ya!
Dope fiends and junkies raised ya!
Do you sleep in suites?
Do you go shopping every week?
When you hit da streetz
You got dem Reeboks on your feet?

[Chorus 2:]

Then you a SOLJA nigga, put up a solja rag!!
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag
Throw up a soljah rag

[Chorus1: 2X]

[Verse Three:]

Is you a paper chaser?
You got your block on fire?
Remainin a G?
Until the moment you expire?
You know what it is?
To make nothin outta somethin ?
You handle your biz?
And don t be cryin
And its somethin
Your niggaz is in ya?
You got your girlfriends witcha?
Since you was a kid?
You was a instant wig-splitter?
You twinkle your slug?
You ain t no bitch huh?
You stompin ya box in the mud?
A Hot Boy microwave oven
Tatooted up, booted up
None of you bitches lovin
Your windows are tinted?
You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it?
You don t fuck with dem Nike tennis?
You play with Barettaz?
You sleep in the Royal Sonesta?
You won t fuck Vanessa?
You got chopperz up on ya dresser?
You believe in GOD?
But can you handle it when its hard?
And represent your ward?
You be stalkin the boulevard?

[Chorus 3:]

Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag

[Outro]

I got the world on a string
I m sittin on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
What a world, what a life
I m in love

I got a song that I sing
I can make the rain go...

I remember when i woz at school
they treated me like i woz a fool
punished me for try na act cool
they sat me in a class facin the wall
others had a laugh but no fun for me
i had maths when they had p.e.
i practised for...

Spring auf den letzten zug auf
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setz die belohnung für dich herauf

ras durch träume, glauben, sehnsucht
such den ultimativen rausch
laß was gestern war morgen sein
will nur noch eins

verbrenn...

Mr Moon, Mr Moon, maybe your time is coming
Mr Moon, Mr Moon, what s happening in that room
Well search your heart, before you die, let your time fades away
It was given as a promise to each and every man

I wanna love...

Drums, bass, kick in your face.
Drums, bass, kick in your face.
Drums, bass, kick in your face.

For the drums and for the bass,
for the kick deep in your face,
for the beat that makes me move,
for the snare give me that groove.
(Repeat)

For the people......