Hustle Till I Die lyrics - Juicy J (feat. V-Slash)
Friday night ended a sixteen-month long investigation into a complex drug and money laundering case
Federal agents say Memphis is a hub for major drug activity
Cooperating together, federal, state, and local agents are working hard
To stop the flow of drugs pouring into our community
In a multi-agency effort dubbed Operation Jetta
Which landed 12 people in jail facing federal charges
For their involvement in a comprehensive drug and money laundering conspiracy
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
Cause niggas be plottin' on me, fakin' like they my homie
Realest nigga in the game, from the hood I ain't phony
Choppas on the front seat, choppas on the back seat
Goons in the back seat, blowin' blunts of purple weed
Liquor on my breath, so I gotta relieve the stress
Cause these feds on my ass, and these jackers wanna test
Man I flood up the streets, show some love on some bricks
Couple of quarters of that mid weed, you can have it
We goin re-up, re-up, I gotta get this weed up
Nigga I got the best shit, so now I take my fees up
Patrón in my system, I'm high off that tequila
Celebrate all day, cause I just made a million
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
(Yes sir, V-Slash! Let's go!)
They ask me what's my point of hustling
I tell a nigga like this here
I'm single, no kids, I ain't struggling
Plus I came from a dead end
Where you had to do something
Sell weed, rob some blow or get up off the hit
Find you something better to do
Cause if you ain't getting no money
I can't see myself hanging 'round you
I'm a hustler, I transport those manufactured goods
Do a 100 on the road, just to make it to the hood
I don't sleep, I don't stop
Plus my heat stay cocked
I shoot, I pop
Until yo stupid ass drop
I can't cop, I'm like fuck it
I don't need bum weed
Just keep some on my book
Till I get up outta there
I'ma hustle till I die
30 Inches lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Gucci Mane & Project Pat)
[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin mayn
Yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
[Sample + Hook:]
Ballin, ballin babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
Ballin, ballin babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
Ballin, ballin babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
I said you're everything... I ever hoped fooor
In a womaaan
30 inches on the Chevrolet!
30-30 inches on the Chevrolet!
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Comin from the hood, the D-boys
Lot of superstars
Ridin 30 inches on a bucket or a new car
So flingy-flingy, so flingy
So blingy-blingy, so blingy
You see me-see me, you see me
The girls clingy, they clingy
They wanna ride with the Juice Mayn
Mister bang-bang
Ballin down the old common lane, in a Chevy thang
My car is like my wifey so I treat her with the skeeter-skeeter
Rubbers worn out, you can tell by the marriage meter
Betty-Betty McBetty, the name of my new Chevy
She snow-snow whiz-ite, the color of fish scaleys
She gotta-gotta get washed
So clean-clean, no spots
She mine til' she break down, and then I gotta tiz-oss
[Sample + Hook]
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Girl, girl, girl
Girl please, Chevy so high, baby do you see the trees? (Huh, huh)
Crawlin down the block, dirty shine like skeez (Huh)
Blue so sweet, Gucci Mane can roll weed (Weed)
'71 Caprice taller than my Humvee (Vee)
Fine redbone, best friend, back seat (Huh)
And now we double datin, I make 'em both date me (Me)
30 inches shinin to make you haters hate me (Huh)
Used to love my date, everybody love king (What)
Flashback, triple-gold D's, seventeens (Seventeens)
Niggas on the scene, I was just fifteen
Big car, big rims, I'm mounting
Oh somethin clean, somethin y'all might see
[Sample + Hook]
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Ya boy Project Pat, awww
28 inches, aww yeah, you sittin high boo
Not a woman out here on the streets can deny you
You my boo, so I gotta keeps you lookin good
Jumped into the white leather guts, with the cherry wood
When I flex, like havin sex on a porno flic
Bought some new shoes, all chrome cause I gotta flex
Know you love Jolly-Rancher candy, I did that
I ball hard, I'm a ghetto star, we in traffic
My car is bi-sexual cause she's a ho puller
Bring that gal to daddy, baby we'a gon' do her
You da only woman that a nigga made a murk for
Blow ya like moms, I'll go out like a kick-doe
[Sample + Hook]
Fiyayaya Weed lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Project Pat)
[Intro: Female vocalist]
Step up here, in the club
All eyes all over me
Aww, lookie here
The boys who got that fiyayaya weed
[Hook: Female vocalist]
Got that fiyayaya weed
Fiya-fiyayaya weed
Got that fiyayaya weed
Fiya-fiyayaya weed
Got that fiyayaya weed
Fiya-fiyayaya weed
Got that fiyayaya weed
Fiya-fiyayaya weed
[Verse 1, Juicy J (Coughing/rapping)]
I got that (O-G Kush)
Tryina get this money, man I'm on my grind, the (Mo' we push)
Gotta stack that cheese, I'm sprung on trees, my (Habit is strong)
Just workin through the day, so I can't even blaze, so it's (All night long)
I don't trust myself, when I'm by myself, I'm a (Pimp my cash)
Like in a convo short, when they choke, dro cough, like (Pimps turned glam)
Or when I'm in the M, pass it down to a friend, you gon' (Push somethin good)
Cause I got it from Khaled, passed out in the ally
I done took two pills from a hooker named Sally
With a big brown ass and a face like Halley
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
North Memphis...
I'm swag to death, I'm fresh to life, ho
Suck weed smoke outta blunts like lipo-suction
I don't need no introduction
West Coast plug got me back in production
Fiyayaya weed, all buzz and not no seeds
True hustlas from the hood
Always on us, keep some trees
Breath cologne and I smell that kush
Gotta nigga on blast so they swear I push
That Northern Cali sell like heroin
Two p's for the eight g's, I'm tearin up
Package is open, I'm plain outta boat and
Blunts for the cloakin, now we smokin
A candy coating on my Charger
Light the blunt, let's ride my Charger
[Hook x2]
North Memphis Like Me lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Project Pat & V Slash)
[Hook - Juicy J 2x]
You ain't hood
You ain't gangsta
You ain't tough
You ain't street
You ain't North-North-North-North Memphis like me
You ain't ballin'
You ain't swaggin'
You ain't bangin'
You ain't street
You ain't North-North-North-North Memphis like me
[Juicy J]
We got them goons on deck, them choppas on deck
Don't violate these mafia niggas with them ho-threats
We deep off in the club, you know we smell like weed
You know we're dealing cash, you know we're selling D
You see us drankin' Goose, you see us gettin' loose
You know we ain't no cowards, you know that we'll shoot
We see you looking scared, we feel you bout to leave
You reaching in your pockets, you rambling for your keys
Somebody saw a strap, this bitch started to holla
I mugged her in her face, I hit you with a bottle
Now here come your goons, all you hear is boom
When the smoke clears, nothing but bodies in the room
[Hook - Juicy J 2x]
You ain't hood
You ain't gangsta
You ain't tough
You ain't street
You ain't North-North-North-North Memphis like me
You ain't ballin'
You ain't swaggin'
You ain't bangin'
You ain't street
You ain't North-North-North-North Memphis like me
[V Slash]
You ain't tough you ain't street
How the fuck your ass hood?
I'm gangsta you ain't—
Let's get that understood
I was raised in the projects
And these niggas know that
Seven-Fo' tatted cross my chest till they blow
You ain't Nor-or-or-orth-orth Memphis like me
You ain't from the short end of hyde park like me
You ain't keep it real with your niggas, dawg, quit flaugin'
Cause nigga if you do, they will be out here starvin'
You don't fuck with Juicy 'n' Paul, and Pat like me
You ain't one to whoop that-cook that crack, nigga, like me
You ain't toss your main bitch with your clique—you a ho
Plus a character, an amateur now put that on the wall
[Hook - Juicy J 2x]
You ain't hood
You ain't gangsta
You ain't tough
You ain't street
You ain't North-North-North-North Memphis like me
You ain't ballin'
You ain't swaggin'
You ain't bangin'
You ain't street
You ain't North-North-North-North Memphis like me
[Break - Juicy J]
North Memphis... North Memphis...
[Project Pat]
Knockin' niggas' jaws
Runnin' hoes into walls
Niggas' yelling "North, North"
All you screamin' "North, North"
The first to throw a blow
Always strapped with pistol
I'll murk one of you bastards
Don't get on that list, ho
You turned stay witness, witness how my wrist glow
I Escalade on twenty-fo's
Shows, I gets dough
They thought that was rosé, but that's really Cris, though
Don't get shot off your face, for runnin' your lips, ho
Fake niggas—Hyde Park keep them pistol grips row
You gang-bangin' hustlers just like Bloods and Crips, though
But this ain't killa Cali, but a killing's understood
If you ain't from North Memphis, then you ain't from my hood
My Niggaz lyrics - Juicy J
[Hook:]
My niggas...
Wherever I go, they goin' go
My niggas...
If a hater get wrong, we goin' beat that boy
[Verse 1:]
Ski mask, black clothes is the work suit
40 Glocks, AKs is the work tools
Niggas slick dissin' hating, really wanna be me
Cuz I'm the realest in the game, bitch come see me
You niggas kills me on the "powder get you hyper,"
You drink that liquor then turn into the ultimate fighter
I got some young niggas that'll bend your fucking brains in
Some stupid dumb nigga wild'n out the frame man
I'm at the club with my thugs doing a rain dance
We throw up signs in the air, cuz it's gangland
We in the V.I.P. vodka drankin'
Diamonds shining eyes blinding big ring-n
[Hook:]
[Verse 2:]
I bought a old school and put brains on the bitch
[?] thangs on the bitch
Nigga I'm the man, I'm the same with the whips
Your baby mama love me, she go ham on the dick
You better play dead when I send out the hit
You said you dope dealing, let's go half on a brick
A large amount of beans and a pound of the mint
A small trap house where I sell all the shit
I know what it feel like broke in the slum
Hustle til I die, I'm gonna grind til I'm done
A real hood nigga I'm gonna shine like the sun
A champ with the work, I'll sell you a crumb
A hot flatscreen and a whole lot of guns
A fine triple bitch for a whole lot of fun
Some fishscale coke you can test with your tongue
Niggas always saying, "oh shit, it's the bomb."
Still throwing sets up in the club, cracking dome-ahs
Nigga I'm a vet to the shit we be known for
Rollin on some X my nig, I'm a stoner
I keep a rusty Tech that'll keep you in a coma
[Hook:]
Ghost Dope lyrics - Juicy J
[Hook x2:]
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut throat
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut throat
You didn't catch me with no blow and I don't own no triple beams
And how you gonna charge me for some dope
That I ain't touched or that I ain't seen
[Verse 1:]
I knew a thug that had a plug straight outta South Memphis
But he a drug habit, he couldn't stop sniffing
I had my goons meet him, ready to buy 'bout 20 bricks
Bring the summer time, ooh, I'm 'bout to make a lick
Just like always man we had to check the dope
And he said, "It's all good, man you know we folks"
One of my goons called "J man this nigga tripping
I see about 50 pillows but the other 5 missing
And this nigga nose draining like a waterfall
I'm 'bout to get what I can get and make his heart pause"
Just before I can get this nigga to calm down
I hear a "Freeze" and some shooting in the background
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
This shit was on the news, the Feds busted all my goons
The nigga with the plug habit working with them fools
Packing all my shit I heard some knocks at my front door
"Come out with your hands up", so now I'm on the floor
It's about to go down, they kicked the doors down
Guns at my head, U.S. Marshals all around
Tearing up my place, nothing never was found
It's in the shotgun house, somewhere in Orange Mound
Interrogation they kept asking me my tele-code
If I don't tell 'em nothing I'll get life with no parole
But I don't snitch, hope you niggas know the business
The wire taps is what they got but no witness
[Hook x2]
Violent lyrics - Juicy J
[Hook:]
My goons smoke weed, My goons smell blow
My goons make moves, They pulling [?]
If you ain't from my hood, Then you gonna have to go
You'll get your ass murked, I hope you niggas know
Throwing signs, popping nines we get violated
20 deep when we ride we get violated
A chopper pointing at your spine we get violated
We murder niggas all the time we stay violated
[Verse 1:]
We about to ride on you lying ass niggas
You ain't selling dope, you ain't pulling triggers
You ain't get no dirt, you ain't no gorilla
You rap about somebody else life I figure
Why you saying you on them cars while you leasing
Just keep it real man, who the fuck you pleasing?
I know them stripper hoes keep your pump greasing
They sit up in your face, I guess they give you reason
To pay some bills, buy pills, get 'em high, you ain't real
Mr.Fly yo packing steel because that false flagging should have got you killed
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
We don't recognize real, you say your a trapper
You say your a gangster
I know your a actor
You ain't got no swagger
You ain't but no laughter
We stay 20 deep with gorillas and jackers
Haters still dissing, but your probably wishing
We off in the club, [?]
Smoking on some real good, that'll make you feel good
When we passing by you, all you smell is purple kush
And we got all that shit you ain't got
Plugs for them drugs that shit you ain't got
A couple of hitmen that'll wipe you off the map
You ain't never gangbanged, and you never work the trap nigga
[Hook]
Let's Get High lyrics - Juicy J
[Intro:]
Mane I'm geeked up, play that shit
Man I'm geeked up, man I'm geeked up
Man I'm geeked up, man I'm geeked up
Man I'm geeked up, man I'm geeked up
Man I'm geeked up, man I'm geeked up
[Hook:]
Ecstasy pills, Xanax pills and some Percocet
Ambien, Oxycontin pills, let's do all that
Ecstasy pills, Xanax pills and some Percocet
Ambien Oxycontin pills, let's do all that
Let's get high, let's get high, let's get high, let's get high
Let's get high, let's get high, let's get high, let's get high
Let's get high, let's get high, let's get high, let's get high
[Verse 1:]
I got a bag of pills, nigga I'm in a battlefield
I'm at the club makin' a killin' like this can't be real
I'm takin' shots of Goose while these hoes gettin' loose
You know these girls love to get high in the DJ booth
I met a Asian chick, man she had these braids and shit
She had been rolling by the hour and she want some dick
We didn't make it to the booth we in the bathroom
She started sucking on my dick, I was like wooh
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Left out the bathroom cause I got to kill my beers
I told the girl before I left "You can keep the jizz"
I'm at the DJ booth so I popped a Xanny pill
I washed it down with Jäger, nigga, yeah I'm keeping it real
I'm trying to get a fill, plus this club a little weird
Ain't nobody got no grill but they snortin' our dollar bills
All kinds of girls off in the club, I don't discriminate
I'm just a nigga that get high and put dick in your face
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Oh it ain't over, no sir
The club is closing, now I'm try'na rush up to the bar
I need 5 Jäger shots and another bar
Didn't wanna serve me cause I'm stumbling all over the place
The bartender kept saying "Man, you look shit faced"
I said shit face, nigga, I got a shit race
I put my fist off in yo' mouth and that's how shit taste
He called security then the bouncers threw me up out the bitch
But that's ok I called a cab and then I hit the strip club
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Man I'm geeked up, man I'm geeked up
Man I'm geeked up...
Ugh Ugh Ugh lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Project Pat & Webbie)
Know a little freak in, in Hollywood
Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good
Know a little freak in, in Hollywood
Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good
I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh
I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh
I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh
I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh
They call me Mr. Dingaling weighin' on a triple beam
Guarantee you five or less minutes I can make you cream
I see you got these boyfriends spendin' money buyin' bling
I know you got some super head that's super hot like jalapen'
I hope you know I'm straight up fro' the hood love to bang, bang, bang
You make me wanna scratch off
Get some brain how to you fit them jeans
We can drink and hookup, do some things, I mean do some things
Hotter jacuzzi, we can get nudey
Know you a freak, way you shake your booty
Her first name Susie, last name Boojie
Got her real drunk, my nig shell chew me
Know a lil' freak
Know a lil' freak
Long dick her like
Long dick her like
Long dick her like
Long dick her like
Girl friend soft skin pussy just right
I be wild when I go in there cause I know that pussy bite
Ain't got no marks on her body, she like to keep on the lights
She put her legs on my shoulder and I long dick her
Ugh, ugh
Yeah, it's Mr. Savage Life
Yeah, I give it to you like you never ever had it like
I dont' know her name, we just did it on the first night
I'ma call her JJ cause I know that shit was dynamite
Girl, who that pussy for? Nobody from the look at cha
Want A G to beat that pussy up, then I'm the man you're lookin' for
Nigga, put them cuffs up, go find another chick to show
Cause I already hit that ho, believe me I already know
Know a 'lil freak
Know a 'lil freak
I long dick her like
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look at Miss Goodie Goodie Pussy right there
With that pretty ass face and dat some pretty ass hair
With some pretty ass eyes and a pretty ass smile
I guess that one drink I bought will be worth my while
With your double D rack and a tattoo on your back
Matta a fact, I think I'll start from the back
[?] from the back
Give me one more win once again from the back
This time I think I'm gonna win with some hat
Some head, some cap
Some chewin' on my pipeline
Give your boy oral 'til his heart flat line
Chea
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh
You Niggaz Pussy lyrics - Juicy J (feat. V-Slash)
[Juicy J:]
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
You violating me I'ma catch a murder charge
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
You violating me I'ma catch a murder charge
My niggas is out the frame
My niggas ain't playing games
My niggas be on that caine
My niggas don't shoot them thang
My niggas get real high
My niggas would really die
My niggas be breaking bread
My niggas be sharing pie
You pussys be talking loud
You pussys be showing out
You pussy ass niggas don't be sure when your face down in the ground
You pussys are really clowns
You pussys ain't shot no rounds
You pussy ass niggas gonna run when I
Any nigga violate we go ham on the bitches
Any niggas wanna hate we go ham on you bitches
Hood feel you straighter the realer all day pulling triggers
Got drugs, got drugs, got thugs got killers
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
You violating me I'ma catch a murder charge
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
You violating me I'ma catch a murder charge
[V-Slash:]
You niggas big as a motherfucker
Butt big as a motherfucker
Catch ya out of town yo ain't even deep as a motherfucker
I'm street as a motherfucker
You geek as a motherfucker
Pussy ass nigga you'll get beat like a motherfucker
I'ma teach me a motherfucker
[?]
Claiming you a gangster you'll get beat for that shit
[?]
Say the wrong thing off the top you gotta go
Sick of this shit so I'ma make an example
Beat yo stupid ass up and put his ass on a [?]
[?]
[Juicy J:]
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
You violating me I'ma catch a murder charge
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
You violating me I'ma catch a murder charge
Skit lyrics - Juicy J
You know what I'm saying this shit wild mane
Look look whole amount to fuck, that's all I gotta say
I got a cup in my hand hear that?
That's ice that's patron equals a god damn motherfucking party mane
Look I'm from Memphis dog I don't bullshit dog
Niggas in Memphis ain't bullshit mane
We ain't got to be playing around with them motherfucking hoes mane, you know what I'm saying?
Bitch gonna have to get their pussy up mane you know what I'm saying?
I need to get that chewing and I ain't finna here bullshitin'
With that fuck shit I need to gets that you know what I'm saying?
But uh play that shit my nigga I fucks with you, you my nigga but at the end of the day
Bitch gonna get their pussy up [Laughs]
Real D Boyz lyrics - Juicy J
Man we deep off in recession and I'm still out here stuntin'
Diamonds out down to the toe, I got bling off in my buttons
I got hoes that be fuckin', I got powder with no cuttin
I got methamphetamine that keeps the trap bouncin' and yappin'
I got houses by the lake, it's great, they call me Mr. shake and bake
A brand new whip on 28's, with burgundy seats and candy paint
A duffle bag that'll make you faint thats full of cash and purple drank, a barney blunt a purple stank to try to keep away the hate away
I'm poppin' bottles, popping collars, showin' out pullin' models
Let these hoes enjoy themselves, they snortin' the powder out the dollar
Thats the way it's going down when a player on the town, always keeping hoes around, drinkin, smokin by the pound
Real D boys, real, real D boys
Real D boys, real, real D boys, man we, man we out here gettin' it
Real D boys, real, real D boys
Real D boys, real, real D boys, man we, man we out here gettin' it
Real D boys, real, real D boys
Real D boys, real, real D boys, man we, man we out here gettin' it
If there is any gwop to get, you'll see my black ass gettin' it
I got house and plenty cars, I got dough like Russel Simmons
I got game like Scottie Pippen, I got greed like Robin Givens
I got anything on 6's and a whole lot of them chickens
The feds are trying to track the dope from Tennessee to Mexico
You know how far this shit can go when profit coming from the blow
The law ain't got no shit on me, we set up like a pharmacy
[?]
The FBI can try and try and get these niggas to testify, to lock us up and shock us up but gangsta niggas multiply
We in the hood we know whats good, if it's illegal we know we should
If you had the chance to make a mill of coke nigga I know you would
Real D boys, real, real D boys
Real D boys, real, real D boys, man we, man we out here gettin' it
Real D boys, real, real D boys
Real D boys, real, real D boys, man we, man we out here gettin' it
Real D boys, real, real D boys
Real D boys, real, real D boys, man we, man we out here gettin' it
Purple Kush lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Gorilla Zoe & Project Pat)
[Intro: Project Pat]
Purple Kush blower (I'm a)
Purple Kush smoker (I'm a)
Purple Kush blower (I'm a)
Purple Kush smoker (I'm a)
Purple Kush blower (I'm a)
Purple Kush smoker (I'm a)
Purple Drank Drankin' (I got)
Money on the floor
[Hook x4: Project Pat]
Purple Kush blower (I'm a)
Purple Kush smoker (I'm a)
Purple Drank Dranking (I got)
Money on the floor
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I'm so high eyes red as fire
Smoke so much weed dancing in the sky
Shots of patron downing with a beer
Bitches in my ear but i can't hear
Cause I'm in a zone I ain't going home
I'm sending drunkin' texts out on my phone
Its my birthday its a party
Yea a nigga drunk yea I'm shit faced
And I'm popping pills i don't give a damn
Where a nigga is I'm going ham
See you at the bar see you in the park
See you sucking my dick in the back of my car
[Hook x4]
[Verse 2: Gorilla Zoe]
I got purple in my cup purple in my blunt
Pull up to the trap like shawty what you want
Bricks in the fender the moneys in the trunk
Bust the baggies open..there's nothing up in my funk
The whole hood know me the whole hood love me
The haters want above me
Bitches wanna fuck me get money like Nike
Boy just do it my money so dumb
My swag go stupid i don't drink crisp
I drink purple fruity bitch these are diamonds
These are not cootys I'm leaning right now
This purple shit the truth and I'm high right now
I'm smoking in the booth..
[Hook x4]
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Strawberry cigarillos full of the purple roll up that blunto
Light up that purple mind in a circle cuz we on our third blunt
Buff weed smokers get up on our third hut
Walking in the club throw smell a bunny on my clothes
Inhale the kush blunt blow the smoke out my nose
Niggas know the loud let me emphasize
A nigga sell loud I'm in the crowd tryna advertise
Hennessy fif to my lips now im straight mane
Fresh off of purple so I'm rolling like a freight train
Gucci shoes Gucci bandanna suckas hate mane
40 stacks at the mall like I'm flipping cakes mane
[Outro x6:]
Purple Kush
Skit lyrics - Juicy J
You know what I'm saying this shit wild mane
Look look whole amount to fuck, that's all I gotta say
I got a cup in my hand hear that?
That's ice that's patron equals a god damn motherfucking party mane
Look I'm from Memphis dog I don't bullshit dog
Niggas in Memphis ain't bullshit mane
We ain't got to be playing around with them motherfucking hoes mane, you know what I'm saying?
Bitch gonna have to get their pussy up mane you know what I'm saying?
I need to get that chewing and I ain't finna here bullshitin'
With that fuck shit I need to gets that you know what I'm saying?
But uh play that shit my nigga I fucks with you, you my nigga but at the end of the day
Bitch gonna get their pussy up
That What A Pimp Does lyrics - Juicy J
Shut the fuck up
I'm always stayin' doug on these hoes (That's what a pimp does)
Chevy thing with Lamborghini doors (That's what a pimp does)
Diamonds to the toes, wrist froze (That's what a pimp does)
Can't duplicate the swagger, I'm too cold (That's what a pimp does)
I'm always stayin' doug on these hoes (That's what a pimp does)
Chevy thing with Lamborghini doors (That's what a pimp does)
Diamonds to the toes, wrist froze (That's what a pimp does)
Can't duplicate the swagger, I'm too cold (That's what a pimp does)
Eeny-meeny Lamborghini, car for the week
Next week, it's the Beamy, or might ride in the snow, white Chevy
Peanut butter guts that's extra creamy
Everybody toss how we floss in the club
Throwin' off Franklins, tip 'em with dubs
All these boys got mattress money, never had a check that was stacked to a stud
Poppin' them bottles, drinks on me
Eighteen bottles, eighteen freaks
Medical marijuana in the air
I ain't satisfied 'til I smoke me a P
Smoke me a P
Drank me a P
P for Patron, make you fall to your knees
Wash it down with a beer, make you tipsy
Wylin' in the club, now freeze
I'm always stayin' doug on these hoes (That's what a pimp does)
Chevy thing with Lamborghini doors (That's what a pimp does)
Diamonds to the toes, wrist froze (That's what a pimp does)
Can't duplicate the swagger, I'm too cold (That's what a pimp does)
I'm always stayin' doug on these hoes (That's what a pimp does)
Chevy thing with Lamborghini doors (That's what a pimp does)
Diamonds to the toes, wrist froze (That's what a pimp does)
Can't duplicate the swagger, I'm too cold (That's what a pimp does)
See a young nigga posted in the trap
Nigga, I'm a pimp, so accept the facts
And a part time dope boy, fuck some rap
Only deal in cash, I don't fuck with tax
Fool, I'm the truth, you can check my stats
Fuck only bad hoes from the back
And a big bitch, I was drunk off Jack
Got chewed up, t-bagged the sack
If you know a freak and you wanna toss
Quit playin' games, let's break the law
Let's go serve at the government, dawg
All politicians wanna fuck 'em raw
Pay a lil' more, you can have the broad
Pay a lil' less and I'ma have your jaw
Just like a war, this a shock and all
Just like a movie, you can call us all
But I gotta get paid
Or you get sprayed
I ain't sell lemonade
I'm sellin' lemons lay
I'm Mister Don't Play
Hustlin' all day
Watchin' my money rise just like a soufflé
I'm always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin' doug on these hoes (That's what a pimp does)
Chevy thing with Lamborghini doors (That's what a pimp does)
Diamonds to the toes, wrist froze (That's what a pimp does)
Can't duplicate the swagger, I'm too cold (That's what a pimp does)
I'm always stayin' doug on these hoes (That's what a pimp does)
Chevy thing with Lamborghini doors (That's what a pimp does)
Diamonds to the toes, wrist froze (That's what a pimp does)
Can't duplicate the swagger, I'm too cold (That's what a pimp does)
Sell A Lot Of Thangs lyrics - Juicy J
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
A whole lot of purp, a whole lot of green
A whole heap of white, a large amount of beans
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
A whole lot of purp, a whole lot of green
A whole heap of white, a large amount of beans
What you know about these hood niggas hustlin' for that guap
Take over your hood and your block, then we open shop
A whole lot of drugs on my plate, I got plenty opps
And I keep them skittles for you party goin' teeny bops
I hate you niggas high, call me rocket man
Throw the [?] off in the sky, smoking, I gotta stay
We deep off in this trap, trap, the pockets do get fat, fat
We at the strip club with the hookers in our lap
We clean, nigga, out here on the grind
Triple beam nigga ,mean nigga tryna get my shine, chasing dreams, nigga
King nigga, I do numbers, dawg, in this green, nigga
Team nigga, addicted to these streets, I'm a fiend nigga
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
A whole lot of purp, a whole lot of green
A whole heap of white, a large amount of beans
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
A whole lot of purp, a whole lot of green
A whole heap of white, a large amount of beans
I'm laughing at you haters, I'm grilling at you bitches
I stay off in the kitchen and I do a lot of mixing
You know we making a killing on all this dope you sniffing
You niggas think we churches cause we sellin' all these [?]
I'm whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whippin'
New cars flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flippin'
I ride dumps, thirty inches from the ground city
I got bump, 18-inch woofers, ears ringin'
And yeah, we havin' fun, nigga, smoke out of a bomb, nigga
Long dickin' bitches down while you use your tongue, nigga
I ball like LeBron, nigga, hold up, stop the drums, nigga
I'm sellin' so much white, you can call me Uncle Tom, nigga
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
A whole lot of purp, a whole lot of green
A whole heap of white, a large amount of beans
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
A whole lot of purp, a whole lot of green
A whole heap of white, a large amount of beans
You Can Get Murked lyrics - Juicy J
[Hook:]
Don't let the liquor get you killed, I put some hallows in your shirt nigga
You can get murked nigga, you can get murked nigga
You know I keep the thang on me and let them bullets burst nigga
You can get murked nigga, You can get murked nigga
You ol' false flagging fuck boys gone end up in a hearse nigga
You can get murked nigga, You can get murked nigga
With your brains blowed out face down in some dirt nigga
You can get murked nigga, You can get murked nigga
[Verse 1:]
Niggas wanna see me fall
But I got the bigger balls
Thought you knew I'm from the north
I ain't scared of none of y'all
Lot of niggas came and gone
So that's why I keep the chrome
Couple of goons is ready to die
Keep the doves up in yo home
Every time you see me smoking the fi-fire
Eyes so red I'm stain so hi-high
Looking like an asian dude from ti-ti
OG Kush in my system oh my my
Niggas always hating on me
Cuz they thing I'm selling D
All these hoes be paying me
Why you niggas [?]
Looking for a handout, I ain't throwing no grams out
If I see yo baby mamma, I'ma pull my pants down
Old school Chevy so clean the pa-paint
Fuck nigga wanna be me you ca-can't
Niggas straight high on beams you can't think
But I keep a strap in my lap [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I bet you wanna grab yo shit, cock it back and make a hit
Let them know that you ain't soft, let them know that you legit
But you ain't got the nuts, you ain't ever sold hits
But you won't force to think, you so hard you a bitch
I've been waiting on watching you just get your hands on
Hope you stay home, maybe I can get my spray on
But its over niggas know you soft like sofas
You a fake nigga [?]
Why you a lie, Why you a lie
Why you a lie, Why you a lie
I'ma take you to a river, put a gun between yo eyes
Let you beg for yo life, so fuck nigga don't you cry
You gonna treat me with respect til the day you fucking die
[Hook]
Pimptro lyrics - Juicy J
Probation and parole is a traffic violation
Ya know what I'm saying? I'm real
(Peace to Project Pat my brother)
Yeah, wassup, Juicy J high up in this mothafucka
(My brother done raised me, Project Pat raised Juicy J)
Its true, you do read what you saw
To all the players, ya know what I'm saying
Raise your hands up, light some weed
On 40 dollars, get to yo pill pack
Pull yo pills, its all gravy my nigga
Black Folk wanna come and shit, it's all good
Chronicles of the Juice Man
It's uh, playas up in this mothafucka
I done been in North Memphis, it's my hood
Evergreen walkers and brown
Smoking [?] high park, hollywood
I been all over the north
My North Memphis legend up in this mothafucka
Veteran, all ya veterans raise yo arms up
Put yo hoods up
Hood nigga whats going on
Yeah
North, North Pt. 2 lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Project Pat)
[Juicy J:]
Yes sir once again it's on, Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juice man, North North part 2
Raise ya thumbs up my nigg, it's on fool
[Project Pat:]
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
[Juicy J:]
North north in this thing and you know we runnin things
Everybody raise ya thumb, everybody show your gang
March in a cirle man, muscle up until you strain
Project Pat and Juicy J, the nigga with them gold fangs
Yes we keep the lightest dope
Yes we house the freakiest hoes
Then we ride to evergreen, on the block is where we post
Policeman can't stop us, I think they oughta stop it
I'm talkin' in that ghetto English, sayin' fuck the mobsters
Gangsta niggas walk up in the club
High as hell because we full of drugs
What gang you claim, the way they wore them hats
Don't get too close be careful we be strapped
We put it on the map, we keep our gezees flapped
And if you see me in the hood you better give me dap
I'm known as a veteran, my picture should be stacked
From smokin sin to Hollywood they wild over there
[Project Pat:]
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
If ya ain't from my hood you can get the hell from round here
Cause we gon' smoke hydro and we gon' drink beer
It ain't no mu'hfuckin secret cause we some thugs
It ain't hard, you can peep it we sellin drugs
So don't you cowards step wrong, Smith N Wesson
These automatics have ya ass singin' a different song
A mega blast from these rocks, got the track jumpin'
A North Memphis nigga sell dope I'll tell you somethin'
Ya car bumpin ridin' clean and you see me bold
And now you wonderin' why we kickin' in your back door
This ain't no suburb my nigg this the ghetto
And you gon come through flosin like a pretty ho
A no no for you off, turn her on niggas
Show some love or you will meet them chrome triggers
We smokin bud, sippin' sizzurp and poppin' pills
You need some work come on through we got the best deals
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
[Juicy J:]
I done lived in the North round the way
I done planted playa seeds in the mutherfuckin bay
Hypnotize is the label that you don't wanna hate
I done seen niggas make it, I done seen niggas sprayed
Brothas on the same block till his hair turn gray
Still all about a hustle, punchin' clock no way
The police hit the block, swallow rocks, throw the hate
Back in the same spot the next fuckin' day
Project Pat wassup
[Project Pat:]
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff you know how we roll
Nigga is gon' get shot up, trippin' wit this north
Ride up outside yo dog, pullin' up them logs
Squeeze on them triggers, empty clips and reload
If you got beef, my nigga you better bring it
The hood buck as hell, the police couldn't tame it
Inhalin' palm trees something you can't hang with
Hydro with red hair, something I can slang trick
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
Who Da Buckest lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Frayser Boy, LaChat, Project Pat)
[Juicy J]
The Gangsta Desciples and the Vice Lords have teamed up
We gonna fuck the motherfuckin clubs up
The fuckin Liquids, know what I'm sayin
The D and D the spot, GD's! VL's!
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down [x2]
[Juicy J]
The first nigga wanna step
Gonna meet his death
First I hit the nigga wit a right, then I swing a left
Kept on dropping B's after B's till I'm out of breath
Then I took a knife and cut the fool til he bloody wet
Boy you gon respect
Real playaz when it comes to that
Knowin this ain't slavery but nigga we gon hang your neck
How you gonna diss the check writer, hoe I am a threat
Shoot at your bitch ass like the killa know you scared of that, scared of that
Bring it on nigga to this motherfuckin M-Town
Click click boom then you feel your body fall down
Don't be trippin wit these Hyde Park gangstas
Robbers, killaz, dope boyz, rapists
Gangsta Fred, Heavy C, workin with that maintenance
Cut you up, wrap you up, leave ya ass stankin
Pimp slap ya ass, momma boy, fell the rugar
So fuckin sweet, I should probably call you sugar
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down [x2]
[LaChat]
Now when I fall up in the club, I be yellin, smack a bitch
Steady mobbin wit a mug
Yeah this thug
Startin shit
Nigga what bitch, what?
Get the fuck up out my way
Throwin bows, pushin hoes
Lettin you know I'm in the place
It's whateva, get it done
Hope you cowards, got a gun
I'm a ride until I die
Makin bitches out here run
You can run if you wanna
Where you run is where you die
I'm a break me off a prada stick your ass in the eye
It's Chat, you got beef
All this animosity
Look here mane, I'm a aim
Shoot that thang
For playin me
You a killa
Bitch nigga
Never have you pulled a trigger
You got hoe off in your blood
When it rain, hoe you shiver
Have you ever seen a bitch come through the door and take the floor
Gangsta walkin, representin, cuz a mack ain't goin hoe
Breakin laws, fuck the law
Keep them bitches out my business
I'm a shut this junt down, everybody gonna witness, bitch
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down [x2]
[Frayser Boy]
What ya cowards wanna do, don't give a fuck bout what ya sayin
Pull a pistol on ya in a minute wit no delayin
Frayser Boy, I'm comin through
Nigga who the fuck is you?
Got yo nuts all pumped up, I'll whip yo ass til ya blue
Throwin that Bay up in the air
Nigga I don't fuckin care
Niggaz practice lookin hard, but ain't gon do shit but stare
Mean muggin in the club and
Bout to get yo ass drug and
I don't hide behind my words, I'll beat yo ass down in public
I'm the realest of the real
Betta ask yo fuckin peeps
Knock a patch up out ya head and stomp yo ass till ya sleep
Man this liqour got me geeked
You won't see another wink
I was in here tryna chill, now ya got me bringin heat
Take your ass up off ya feet
Leave yo body with a leak
Ring the bell, school's in, here's the lesson I'm gon teach
Better step away from reach
Ass whoopin you gon see
Have yo ass like decepticons hollarin retreat
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down [x2]
Gimme Head lyrics - Juicy J (feat. La Chat & Frayser Boy)
[Juicy J:]
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
There's a freak in North Memphis that wanna smoke a goodie
She toss a 380, I hate it because she hoodie
Her wreckin' be a dog, a hog, or just a bully
It's cool if she be down to clown, cause she'll pull it
Don't underestimate her face, she ain't a rookie
And when she get in deep and deep, the ho be trippin'
A gangsta type bitch that make ya say (oowwee!)
She lick my balls, ba-ba balls, I banged and hit the pussy
[Frayser Boy:]
Now I'm drankin' on this cortisone that got's me feeling frisky
Looking for a freaky ho to suck up on my dicky
Needs a pro and not a amateur so I come licky
Number one drop flick and sucks the dick to end this quickly
Sucks me dumb and got's me sprung and leaves it with a Hickey
If you got's the bitch then I don't know, she's coming with me
If you looking for the ho, don't bother cause she's with me
The bitch was born to use her tongue, her nickname was Vicky
[Juicy J:]
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
[La Chat:]
A head hunting bitch that's on a mission looking for the head
For that pussy sucking motherfucker slobbin' in my legs
'Cause we buck, now you know we down to fuck
You gon' put your face in face and work yo tongue until I nut
Bitch nigga, yeah you love it when I treat you like a ho
Man these niggas claiming, pimping is these niggas that'll go
First time? Boy whatever, so you listed a beginner
You fo' sho' to be a pro 'cause I'ma feed you lunch and dinner
Break yo knees, keep it real, c'mon do that thang you do
All you niggas eating pussy, Chat got nothing but love for you
Don't be ashamed, you a man, you supposed to please a bitch
If you want it drippin' wet you gotta lick it 'fo you hit
Camera ready in the closet, lights, camera, action
I'ma show my girls for promotion on ya capping
Man you out the frame, man you licking in the right spot
You gon' be my man, fuck that shit I'm putting yo cap on lock
[Juicy J:]
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Pimp Talk lyrics - Juicy J
You know got good chewing
Good chewing is a, is a, classic motherfucking bitch
Is not a ho, a ho is a independent bitch
She wanna be an independent motherfucker
So she think she got some shit going on
So fuck a ho, you get hoes away
And you know fucking a hoe is like sticking a dick out the window
Like A Pimp lyrics - Juicy J (feat. La Chat)
[Juicy J]
Now I ain't the one with the magic wa wa wand
but I can break a bitch for the cheese and funds
I don't have to use a gun or even make the hoe cum
if a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond
while you shakin dat ass in the shake ja ja joint
I be sittin in the back rollin big bu bu blunts
let me know when you off to collect my money
If a nigga cant get it then a nigga will haul
Cause playas like me don't see nuttin funny
bitch betta have my mutherfuckin money
black eyes and bruisin up a face I den done it
to let her know these bonified pimps who run it
She make a G a night but she told me 200
but thats what I get fuckin wit a snow bunny
I told her like this ask dat nigga you be callin
police found a body that very next morning
[Chorus 1 x2]
Gator Boots and the suits is the clothes
Like a pimp
Keep the money not folded in a roll
Like a pimp
When I see you bitch you betta have my dough
Like a pimp
Reach Back
Like a pimp
Slap Da Hoe
[Juicy J]
They wanna wear my shoes they wanna wear
my clothes they wanna ride round thru the
hood with 20 hoes sittin back in the back
like a nigga suspose with a chauffer drivin
lettin his pimpin be choose
I can walk the walk and I can talk the talk
bring yo girl to my room mane thats all you saw
young nigga in the cut name Juicy J
nigga skin black as dark like ebay
All these freaks cross the world they don't want to holla
If you ain't got 20's if you aint got dollars
Bitch fuck that shit we still gon pimp
we go ride thru the streets we go hit the
dense we go smoke on dem blunts we go sip a fifth
We go stand on the corner wit a pistol grip
If you want to holla at us we ain't out for the squeeze
All we want is yo purse cause we out for the cheese
[Chorus 1]
[La Chat]
1 little 2 little niggas dats payin me
3 little 4 litle niggas eatin pussy
I'ma keep it real ain't no need of being in my grill
I'ma make you work pimpin dudes just to get a meal
Pimpin don't play pay what you fuckin weigh
yeah I got the knowledge and the skills on gettin paid
Nigga wanna fuck but for what you ain't gave enough
betta hit the strip slang dick cause a nigga bust
La Chat smokin on a sack like a real mack
sittin back countin all my ends checkin all traps
Claimin you wont go thats a damn lie
You get got I have you hypnotized I don't even care
we can share in dis game hoe tossin these
niggas for the dough is the way it go
havin niggas sick about the way dat I did man
You should of told them I'm a real mutherfuckin pimp
[Chorus 2 x2]
[La Chat:] Gucci Boots and the suits
is the clothes
[Juicy J:] Like a pimp
[La Chat:] Keep the money not folded
in a roll
[Juicy J:] Like a pimp
[La Chat:] When you see boy don't act like
yen ain't know
[Juicy J:] Like a pimp
[La Chat:] Reach back
[Juicy J:] Like a pimp
[La Chat:] Slap the hoe
Killa Klan lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Crunchy Black, Lord Infamous)
Killa Klan [x8]
[Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated] North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago
[cities differ for each chorus]
[Juicy J]
Late last nite, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands up
Don't cross the line, yellow take the police brand up
Outside the court, Norf Memphis and we klanned up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, like a farakhan
I can be a terroist to the government like a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya wrist they put they targets on
Watchin' niggas every move, tappin' niggas cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the dope
And we gon' smoke we till the break of dawn
Trapped in this hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon
And to that officer I know your stompin' ground here
But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here
[Chorus x2]
[Crunchy Blac]
First I'm gonna catch the bitch
Then I'm gonna beat the bitch
Then I'm gonna bury bitch
Shouldn't of been talkin' shit
You knew who you was fuckin wit
Fuckin wit the fuckin best
She who you fuckin been
Now I'm aimin' at yo chest
This goes out to all of y'all
All of y'all be talkin' shit
Slip the clip up in the gun
Then commence to bust a nig
Bust a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you niggas fall
Screamin' out like a bitch
Mane that's just some petty shit
[Lord Infamous]
I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine I'll punch ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcher
Can you stand the pain, insane, bounty hunta
Stop long, see ya pulp, till ya unconscious
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord catch a conquer
Lord don't, pistol play jump up, if ya want ta
This is the unda, buried by yo momma
Not only do I murder mane I also am bomb ya
[Chorus x2]
[Juicy J]
Picture this, you a juror and you on the stand
And you about the judge the life of a black man
Young brotha from the hood made it rappin' and
Wit a knot in his pocket weighin least a grand
Here's the story he got caught wit some fire arms
By a crooked ass cop wit his siren awn
He was known as a felon made it bigga than state
The whole case turned fed made him lose his faith
Picture this, now the judge he got hatred for crooks
Because ten years ago he was appointed by bush
Republican white man, and he don't give a fuck
If the guns wasn't his that was found in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you trust
All this palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga than us
Make you wanna be like fuck it hit the trunk of the car
Deliberation it was time for the jury to star
Killa Klan [fade out]
Smoke Dat Weed lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Lord Infamous)
[Juicy J:]
Yeah, we high as a junt up in this motherfucker
I'm drinkin some fruit punch; thats belvedere vodka and cranberry juice
YouknowwhatI'msayin? The engineer high, everybody high
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Drank, Drank, drank that liquor
Pop them pills, snort that P
[x4]
Now I'mma go and do it like them white folk do
Get it from the dope man I.O.U
Call two snow bunnies, Tiff and Sue
Menage-Trois awww mane dats cool
What’s in the plastic? Hydro
The hoes that fuck smoke all my dope
Now you the type of nigga, buy a ho a rose
I'm a keep stuffin' coke up her hose
Colombian cartel, pure snow
And take her to the bounce and let her throw some bows
And let her sip syrup and make her body slow
Then take her to a room, make her suck and blow
They act a damn fool with that acid mane
And put it on they tongue then they go insane
I think its kinda wild, they be out the frame
But like the commercial, this is your brain on drugs
[eggs scrambling in background]
What you know about them pill thangs
Have ya runnin' round drinkin listerine
Doing bout a hundred cold switchin' lanes
Take a X pill then ya wanna bang
Get a little freak take her to your home
Stuck ya dick in with no rubber on
Three days later you be on the phone
Tellin' yo doctor "She Burnt Me Joe"
Thats what ya get unprotected sex
Then ya took a pill called percocet
It might keep you calm, but your still erect
Tequila shots keep you in the mix
I know a young nigga out in Hollywood
Who said he got sprung off Dog Food
He stuck a needle in his arm Ouchie-oooo
And then it made him feel like Awwww-cool
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Drank, Drank, drank that liquor
Pop them pills, snort that P
[x4]
[Lord Infamous:]
Scarecrow is the dictionary table of contents of drugs
If you describe it, I could tell you what the fuck it was
Now if you're itching, very drowsy, you feel very down
That must be heroin, I only sniff that Funkytown
The only marijuana that the Infamous will blow
Is Purple Kush and White Willow or I break down that dro
Lortabs and percocets, just before I get to bed
Break out the bag of blow and take about four to the head
Lord must have his medicine, plenty yellow purple syrup
Purest herb, very perved, feel superb, to the curb
Snotting up them railroad tracks, mack having a heart-attack
Take a Xanax, put it back, bitches bout to get attacked
Sometimes I may get down with the crystal methamphetamine
Niggas stay up early, I will strain my eyes on them high beams
Lord can't get it? Ain't no such thing of it, I stay high as fuck
Lord should take a piss test, I would melt right through the fucking cup
[Juicy J:]
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Drank, Drank, drank that liquor
Pop them pills, snort that P
[x4]
Buck Gangsta Beat lyrics - Juicy J
We here, we here
We here, we here
We here, we here
We here, we here
We here, we here
We here, we here
We here, we here
We here, we here
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Fallin' weed up, nigga, fallin’ weed up
Fallin' weed up, nigga, fallin' weed up
Fallin’ weed up, nigga, fallin' weed up
Fallin' weed up, nigga, fallin' weed up
Fallin' weed up, nigga, fallin' weed up
Fallin' weed up, nigga, fallin' weed up
Fallin’ weed up, nigga, fallin’ weed up
Fallin' weed up, nigga, fallin’ weed up
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Mafia Niggaz lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Hypnotize Minds)
[Juicy J:]
Yea all these motherfuckers out here talkin' that motherfuckin' shit
Let me guess what you is my nigga, seeeeee!
[Repeat]
(Nigga we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with'cha kind)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Once we drop, see you on the block
We gon' open shop, with' them thangs that they call them cops
Click, click, click, click, POP!
Don't you step, with'cha weak ass self, yes I know you hard
Three 6 Mafia got this Memphis, Ten. on the, the, the, the LOCK!
Say you real, I can't tell you real, I'll put down a mil'
Talk that hit, mang I getcha mang, shoo-shoo-shoot to kill
And he trill, and he know the deal, always packin' steel
Buckin' hollows for yo' chest to swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel
[Verse 2: La Chat]
Nigga what bitch? what ho? fucked ya up
Get up, throw it up, better duck, 'finna buck
Cause I'm, 'finna put this lead to 'ya
La Chat gon' have to do 'ya
You bitches talkin' shitt-a
I'm a have to bring it to ya
I'm strapped up with' them Rugers
So slick, I'm known to fool ya
Hollow tips is goin' through ya
A bitch that love to shoot ya
What ya talkin' bout boy? that hoe?
That's me, I breathe this set you bleed
I'm a bitch that don't start shit
But killin' off all my enemies
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Here I go again bitch, loadin' up them guns
Lookin' out for my enemies, bitch now here I come
Ain't no fuckin' with me, ain't no fuckin' with some
Some of my niggas, bitch we totin' guns
Lock and fuckin' load up, bitch we takin' ova'
Bust him in his shoulda', let 'em know they ho to us
Shouldn't of ran that fuckin' lip, talkin' bout that Tre shit
Get'cha self dealt with', real motherfuckin' quick
[Verse 4: Frayser Boy]
Nigga let's do it, let's pursue it if you got beef with' me
Trigger molester, nigga test us, run up dogg you gon' see
Reppin' that bay, carry that K, and will let loose on you sucka's
I keep it cocked, you will get shot, I'll bury you motherfuckers
This shit I speak, you best to peep it, fo' you end up a victim
This shit is real, don't need to steal, cause these bullets, I sent 'em
They comin' at'cha, this I bet'cha, hypnotizin' yo mind
I'm known to buck, don't give a fuck, cause I don't fuck with'cha kind
[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Now it's one thing I ain't gon do, and that's be playin' 'round with some ho's
Now it's one mo' thing I ain't gon do, and that's be hangin' round' with some foe's
I'm kickin yo' ho ass out this clique
Soon as I see yo' ass ain't shit
Punch the clock out, get yo' Glock out, we can handle this
I'm meaner than yo' regular but try to keep it cool at times
You started war with' the realest niggas, but now I'm 'bout to change yo' mind
Change yo' face, shoot at yo' place, blow you bitch into outer space
Let'chu know that T-R-I-P-L-E-S-I-X don't play
[Verse 6: Lord Infamous]
I gotta' do this shit exactly like I have it planned
I want you dead, I want you killed, yo' heart be stoppin' man
I got to spill your blood, I want to feel it in my hands
And put yo' family in body bags and drag 'em in my van
I'm gonna teach yo weak lil' bitch clique how to do a crime
I'm gonna steal, but shoot you weak fucks for a long time
That's consequences, reprocussions, fuck with' one of us
Your death is signed, sealed, delivered by the Infamous
[Verse 7: Juicy J]
Roll, roll, roll your dope, ridin' down the street
Choppin' up that goody-good, and smokin' hydro weed
All these sheisty coward niggas, they can't get with' me
Talkin' 'bout they pimpin', slangin', mayn nigga please
They mad because that Juicy J be on they Tele-V
And have they baby mama hollerin', cryin' on her knees
I tell ya this my nigga, that the hater pays a fee
You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp Juicy
(Nigga we don't give a fuck, cause we don't fuck with'cha kind.) [x4]
(We mafia niggaz, pullin' da triggas, do you wanna fuck with' these hot ass niggas?) [x4]
Name It After Me lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Frayser Boy)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Now I'm gonna tell you bout this flippin
When I ride down the strippin
Bentley rolls on these hoes
Couple months a nigga be flippin
And you always see me glistenin
Window down bumpin system
Some of these cowards out here hatin
Keep on hatin cause I aint finished
Just a nigga from the hood
Tryin to keep it to the good
Wit dem gangs run the street
And they push dem Cadillac woods
And dem fellas on parole
Tryin to keep them pockets swole
But we gotta trust dem gods
Neither one can save our soul
From these crooked ass cops
That'd be rollin down our block mane
Tryin to flip dis change
But they fuckin up my stock mane
Baby need sum shoes
And my broad need some weed
But I cant work no job
So I'm out hurr smokin weed
And I gotta keep on hustlin
Cause a nigga gotta eat
You can find me at the candy ladies
Slangin packs of P
Minimum wage five fifty
And they wonder why we deal
Why niggas always stressin
Drinkin liquor
poppin pills
[Chorus: Frayser Boy (Juicy J)]
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the fuck away from us, we dont fuck wit you ladies
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the fuck away from us, we dont fuck wit you ladies
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off)
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off)
[Verse 2: Frayser Boy]
Nigga I dont fuck witch you
Nigga u dont fuck with me
Dogg you talk behind my back
Just because the shit you see
Man you got yo bitch ways
Glocks up in ya just like a hoe
When you mention pimpin
Best believe it
My niggas let me know
All up in my niggas face
Got my name up in yo mouth
Dont make a nigga like me
Knock yo fuckin grill out
So you best chill out
Keep everythang on the straight
Dont be smilin in my face
And when I leave dogg you hate
When I see you man we sweet
Just before the shit go
Nigga I aint fuck yo bitch
So what the fuck you hatin fo
Ol shaky ass nigga
I aint bust a fuckin grape
Wanna throw sum fuckin bows
Nigga I'll participate
Leave the brakes off yo ass
Nigga you dont think I will
If you wanna keep some peace between us you better chill
Just because I dont talk shit
Doesnt mean I wont bust heads
So dont let nobody else
Tell me bout some shit you said hoe
[Chorus]
Gimme Sum lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Frayser Boy, La Chat)
[Chorus x8]
Gimme sum, Gimme sum
Head in here you selfish pig
[La Chat]
I'm creepin up through the cut
I got the mask upon my face
I hope no one's in sight
A robbery is about to take place
La Chat, I'm out here scopin
Lookin for victims with that cheese
Whatever to make that paper, drop it off so I can hit
A bitch that's on a come up, thinkin of a ways to make a stang
A nigga that's riding twenties, bumpin out the frame
Move, that's my mane, I take the mask off my face
I'm finna pass this fool, I know he's gonna try to holler
Cause that's just what niggas do
Then bam I got him, get in the car we goin to the tel
We get into the room he stuntin, counting all his money, yea he bail
This nigga don't know what's goin down, I'm finna go and get him
He need to drop it off with no hesitation, or I'm gonna kill him
Lay down on the bed we bump-n-grind, with nothin but sex in mind
I turn him over, get on top and surprise him with my nine
I ain't ask no questions, didn't say shit
Pull the trigger straight in the head, got away with his cheese
A smooth get away, he's naked dead in bed, yea
[Chorus x8]
[Frayser Boy]
Now when I'm comin through
I'm kickin doors off the hinges
Please believe it, best to leave it so won't be no incidents
If you wanna like a sauna nigga I'm bringin that heat
Don't you jump us, sawed pump will sweep your ass off your feet
Lay on the fuckin ground, and don't you make a sound
Or you gonna suffer till your muthafuckin body found
Nigga this shit is real, you oughta know the deal
Don't play with me cocksucka, with this pump up in your grill
So give me cooperation, and meet all my demands
With no hesitation, put that money up in my hand
Don't be flossin, bullets tossin when I see your diamond shinin
Catch your ass up in the cut, didn't know that I was behind it
I'm makin examples up out of you niggas
Who thinkin a nigga is playin wit ya
I'm buckin you suckas, I'm bringin da ruckus
I am a muthafuckin damager, don't make no swift moves
Cause you gonna lose, I give nigga blues with hard head
So don't you fuck up, and get your ass stuck
And be somewhere up in a ditch, found dead ya bitch
[Chorus x8]
Soldiers From The Northside lyrics - Juicy J
OG's OG's from the north side OG's from the north side OG's from the north side OG's from the north side OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's from the north side north side north side n-n-north side
We leavin' niggas on they motherfuckin' business
North side north side n-n-north side
We leavin' niggas on they motherfuckin' business
Dick Suckin' Hoez lyrics - Juicy J
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Now, though, I want you to— Now, though, I want you to—
Now, though, I— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I want you to go do it now
Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now— Now— Now, though, I want you to go—
Bring it for a— Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now, though, I want you to go do it now
Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now— Now— Now, though, I want you to go—
Bring it for a— Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now, though, I want— Now, though, I want— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I want— Now, though, I want— Now, though, I—
Bring it for a dollar— Bring it for a dollar— Bring it for a—
Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Now, though, I want you to— Now, though, I want you to—
Now, though, I— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I want you to go do it now
Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now— Now— Now, though, I want you to go—
Bring it for a— Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now, though, I want you to go do it now
Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now— Now— Now, though, I want you to go—
Bring it for a— Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Now, though, I want— Now, though, I want— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I want— Now, though, I want— Now, though, I—
Bring it for a dollar, bring it for a dollar, bring it for a—
Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now, though, I want— Now, though, I want— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I want— Now, though, I want— Now, though, I—
Bring it for a dollar, bring it for a dollar, bring it for a—
Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now, though, I want you to— Now, though, I want you to—
Now, though, I— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I want you to go do it now
Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now— Now— Now, though, I want you to go—
Bring it for a— Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now, though, I want you to go do it now
Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now— Now— Now, though, I want you to go—
Bring it for a— Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
A Man (Remix) lyrics - Juicy J
[Juicy J:]
I'm untouchable nigga and I'm never gon' leave
None of my niggas behind, I'ma bring 'em with me
Draco sitting in the book bag
None of my niggas gotta cook crack
All my niggas litty and my bitch something to look at
Niggas hating too much
I come through I'm too clutch
A man, a man, a man all this blessings all this new love
Nigga that bounces back, they can't handle that
I got my own shooter ain't no comin' back from that
I could never fold, why would I surrender?
I got options nigga, you just a imposter nigga
You should pay attention, look at how I'm livin'
I can go spend seven figures and I wouldn't miss it
I'm just sucker free
She just love the D
She know I'm that nigga
That's all she know 'bout me
She know I keep the heater, right there on the seat
You should listen to her when she say don't fuck with me
A man
[Travis Scott:]
People tryna say I'm only into me
Got a code with my dawgs, can't get in between
I can't give them life, no more energy
Man, man, a man
Spent 'bout sixty on the time, I can't even lie
No way in, no way out, this shit do or die
So I roll, when I roll, must be suicide
A man, man, man (yeah!)
A Tale Of 2 Citiez Freestyle lyrics - Juicy J
You been watching this nigga waiting on him to slip
Just wanna make the light my nigga
In the building why you creeping in the black crow
Pull up to the curve my nigga
He been out here bomming and his family broke as shit
You think he give a fuck my nigga
Look in there had a nigga down the barrel of your gun
Now look into his eyes my nigga
Will he die, will her live
Will he beg like a bitch
Or will he testify my nigga
Will the clip jam
Guess this nigga hold it
Who go catch it first
Somebody bout to die my nigga
Fingers itching, gripping on that cap
Think am run the chains on his neck
Jesus face with the diamonds
Ice in his mouth
Fuck that nigga smile
Cause he know if you don't let the choppers fly
We know somebody go kill him on the other side
He know somebody waiting all up in his mamma house
He know somebody fucking his baby mamma now
It's time for the come up
Nigga this it
Got 19-15 in the clip
It's up to you and God my nigga
Another day, another dollar
He's spitting on the car my nigga
Living fast fuck the law
You ain't worry bout the cops my nigga
Your last hoe call you a fag
You thought to get a job my nigga
You just bough a new bird
The last one was hot my nigga
Everyone showing love in the streets
You will hustle everyday
Everybody knows that you the claw
You that nigga that they wanna be
But somebody waiting on you my nigga
Don't sleep
It's a black bag with a black mag
In the black crown feat
Creeping on you
But you don't give a fuck when you out in these streets
Dollars in you chain nigga your the hoods dream
Hit the corner store for some lic
See you nigga in the rear view
You close your eyes when you about to die
One of these nigga's sound like you
Army Green & Navy Blue lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Lil Wayne:]
That's my chains nigga, you hear 'em swangin'
Your left, your right, your left
All in your bitch face, I'ma be fuckin' her
Your left, your right, your left
But I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Your left, your right, your left
Your left, your right, your left
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Man I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
[Juicy J:]
Me and Ben Franklin cool
Yeah that's my dude
Been on him since lil faces
I got big faces too
Might bring tex back
That's how we move
My baby bro got stripes
More stripes than you
Everything bulletproof
And all you can't see through
Everything presidential
And that cost me too
When you go hard in Goyard
That's a new Mercedes coupe
Oh that's your bitch?
She been fucking me too
Your left, your right, your left
All my old hoes been in line since I left
We out the hood, we made it through
Drink good, we're faded too
My bankroll a lot of colors
But you know my favorite two
[Lil Wayne:]
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Your left, your right, your left
Your left, your right, your left
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Man I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Tell me something I don't know
Tell me something I don't know
Tell me something I don't know
You know I know you don't know
So help me to help you, help me to help you
'Cause all my niggas crazy and I stick with 'em
I must be crazy glue
Niggas thought I fell off, they must be crazy too
You get knocked the hell off
I must be Satan too
Ooh girl I love you so, and I preach not to love you hoes
But I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
[Juicy J:]
Getting paper so long
And the paper so long
Tell them haters so long
Tell 'em they was so wrong
You be with them niggas hating
Nigga you a hater too
Nigga better get some bitches
While you at it get some paper too
Ride with the doors off
Pour up, never doze off
Just met her for the first time
She wanna take the clothes off
She been going all night
She say she love to show off
She fuck with me 'cause I'm hard
She say them niggas so soft
[Lil Wayne:]
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Your left, your right, your left
Your left, your right, your left
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Man I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
[Juicy J:]
We love the paper man
Army green and navy blue
Y'all know what it is man
We gon' stay man, gettin' this motherfuckin' cash nigga
Bitch, yeah
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