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
Ballin lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Kanye West)
Play me some pimpin', mane
And I'm ballin', I'm, I'm, and I'm ballin', I
And I'm ballin', and I'm ballin'
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
Let 'em all in
Let them fall in it
Let them play with all the dollars
Let them bathe in it
House so large, put a maze in it
I'm the type that take your chick out for lunch
In the middle of the White House lawn
Then switch up, start filming porn
Might tell the First Lady she can join
Do what I want when I want
Nigga you can keep them two pennies
I got a tub so big you can come and take swimmin' lessons in it
Now I'm peelin' off in a spaceship, with the ceiling
She just want to show her titties off
Carpet roll out, wanna hop off
Bout to hit the club like golf balls
Paparazzi tryna catch a nigga off guard
Nigga got me off the chain like guard dogs
Come on, dog
I'm too high, hot air balloon
All star, I'm on another planet
I just joined the fortune five hundred
Now I'm in the boardroom in pajamas
And I'm ballin', I'm, I'm, and I'm ballin', I
And I'm ballin', and I'm ballin'
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin'
When you're boss you don't take shit, you don't call in
So fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin
Folks ain't never gonna get it, I've been holding out long enough
Scratch that, now I'm on to somethin'
Fuck that, I ain't letting up
Cats gonna copy this shit
They gonna wanna hold my awards
Poor lil' Juicy J, this year I'm declaring war
Fuck they upset with me for?
Shut up J and be a decoy
Who the fuck they thinkin' we are?
M-Town ride smokin' blunts
We up, keep up, my chips, cheese puffs
That's real dope
See us Gd up, money talks, speak up
Sleep, what for?
I get some rest when I croak
I want a new island to dock my new boat
I went to the action and bought me a chopper
Now I need a new helipad for my home
And I'm ballin', I'm, I'm, and I'm ballin', I
And I'm ballin', and I'm ballin'
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
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