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A-Z Lyrics :: Rap Lyrics :: Juvenile Lyrics

Juvenile Lyrics

400 Degreez
Back That Azz Up
Ha
Juve the Great
Run For It
Shake Dat Azz (If You're A Player)
U.P.T

400 Degreez

(Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez

Verse 1:
Ya see me, I eat, sleep, shit, and talk rap
Ya seen that '98 mercedes on TV? -I bought that
I had some felony charges I fought that
Been sent to no return but still was brought back
Nigga threw some slangs at me woodie I caught that
I punished them lil bitches before they could call "Jack"
Now I'm lookin for they family and padnahs to war back
If I aint a hot-boy then what do you call that?
Nigga disrespect me Imma be in all black
Accompanied by some niggas bout killin' and all that
(Me, Cory and Mussy)-? gettin' dunked dog
Ridin' top down so we like the trucks parked
In the jeep ridin' four deep
I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me

[Chorus] (Robotic Voice)
You don't want to f**k wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz (repeat 2x)

Verse 2

Bitch what, I'll bust ya ass up
Don't even go there woodie cuz I'm ready to mass up
I heard about the money, thats some nice change
For the right price I'll bust the right brain
Long as a nigga try, I can do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
Nigga might be shaip, nigga might be triffling
Nigga might survive if he bout that right fling
Wit somethin that'll stop a nigga from playin'
Somethin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand (hand)
Boy look, nigga don't play no games no mo
Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe
Attitude adjustments what they all need
Don't call up no enforcements, nigga call me (me-me)
I bet cha I'll get them niggas off yo block
I bet cha I'll show them niggas this boy hot

(Chorus)

Alright stop it, cuz I done had enough
When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust
Baby let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man let me get this beef shit over brah
Aint no bitches here, I'm from the 'nolia brah
Bust ya beef head, is what was told to us
How Imma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down
How Imma look in front of my people -like a clown
The G code -what we live by and we die by
The book is what we never will abide by
Niggas drive by, gettin loose
Keep 'em wit each other like a checker board and "Clues"
Up in Compton, or the Watts nigga
Or up in New York, ya keep 'em open -watch nigga
Before ya played by a fatal retalion
All fine young black females stallions
Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion
You far away from ya home yous a alien

(Chorus)

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Back That Azz Up

[Juvenile]
Girl you workin with some ass yeah, you bad yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash yeah, his last yeah
Hoes frown when you pass yeah, they mad yeah
You can ride in the Jagga with dadda
You could smoke or buy a bag yeah, of grass yeah
Got money I can flash yeah, and trash yeah
I'ma Big Tymer nigga yeah, pull the trigger yeah
A playa hata flipper yeah, grave filla yeah
I be slangin wood yeah, out the hood yeah
Let it be understood yeah, it's all good yeah
Got a nigga scheamin large yeah, on the hard yeah
A smooth little broad yeah from out the projects
A nigga do a trick yeah, on the dick yeah
You claimin you want a picture, that ain't shit yeah
The nigga with the money yeah, don't act funny yeah
Got birds and I'm runnin yeah, bout a hundred yeah

Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up
You'se a fine motherf**ker, won't you back that azz up
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Hoe, who is you playin wit? Back that azz up

[Juvenile]
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up
You'se a fine motherf**ker, won't you back that azz up
You got a stupid ass yeah, make me laugh yeah
Make a nigga wanna grab that, autograph that
I'm sweatin in the drawers yeah, hard and long yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog yeah, break you off yeah
Get - mine you gon' get yours yeah, that for sure yeah
You f**kin with my nerves yeah and to the curb yeah
I know you bitches know yeah, and it show yeah
But a nigga got some more yeah, I'm out to flow yeah
Fresh brought some shit yeah, and his bitch yeah
We be making hit yeah after hit yeah
Them titties sittin nice yeah, I wanna bite yeah
I could f**k you right yeah, all night yeah
Wanna bring it to my house yeah, on the couch yeah
Knock the pussy out yeah, get them out yeah
I wanna see these hoes yeah, bend it low yeah
Let me run it in the hole yeah, and let me know yeah

Chorus

[Manny Fresh]
I know you can't stand it, dick bandit
Done landed, see your drawers handed
Freak to get it y'all, game spit at y'all
Put the bitch on the wall and I hit it y'all
Lookin kind of lonely, I'm feelin horny
Put the dick "in the Middle" like "Monie"
Big thick plumber chick, and a Hummer chick
Beat the dick like a motherf**kin drummer chick
See dat puddy-cat? Look at dat
I love a f**kin hoodie-rat, that's a fact
You'se a motherf**kin get it girl, quit it girl
I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, that hit it girl

Chorus

[Lil' Wayne]
Now now now now now
After you back it up, then stop
Then wha-wha-what, drop drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up, then stop
Now, wha-wha-wha-what drop it like it's hot
Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
C-M-B make you drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Ha

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Ha

That's you with that bad ass Benz ha
That's you that can't keep yo' old lady
cause you keep f**kin her friends ha
You gotta go to court ha
You got served a subpeona for child support ha
That was that nerve ha
You ain't even much get a chance to say a word ha
I know i ain't trippin don't your brother got them birds ha
You ready to bust one of them niggaz head ha
You ain't scared ha
You know how to play it ha
I know you ain't just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha
Stunt and front you ha
Straight up run you ha
You know who got that fire green ha
You know how to use a triple beam ha
Shit ain't hard as it seems ha
You keep your body clean ha
You got a lot of girbaud jeans ha
Some of your partners dope fiends ha
You really don't want to f**k with them niggaz ha
You come up with them niggaz ha
You stuck with them niggaz ha

(Chorus 2X)
You a paper chaser
You got your block on fire
Remaining a g until the moment you expire
You know what it is yo make nothing out of something
You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering

You can't do nothing but love fresh ha
You want to know what we gonna do next ha
You brought my tape with a check ha
You wearing a vest ha
You tryin to protect your chest ha
You spent 70 on your benz ha
That ain't yours that's for your friends ha
You wanna stop these niggaz from playing wit you ha
You wanna run the block ha
You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha]
You keep your gun cocked ha
You count the money at the end of the night ha
You on a three day flight ha
You full of that diesel ha
You duckin them people ha
Your face was on the news last night ha
You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last night ha
You don't go in the projects when it's dark ha
You claim you thug and you ain't got no heart ha
You came in the Nolia on new years eve ha
You got stuck in that bitch and couldn't leave ha
It was hard for youto breathe ha

(Chorus 2X)
You a paper chaser
You got you block on fire
Remaining a g until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothing out of something
You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering

You got a trespassing charge ha
That dick got hard ha
When you were looking at them little broads ha
You don't know when to quit ha
That's you with that shot calling shit ha
That's you with that balling shit ha
That's you that's taking them hits ha
That hoe don't know when to shut up her mouth ha
You gonna knock that hoe teeth out ha
You done switched from Nikes to Reeboks ha
You twinkle you golds everytime you leave your house ha
Them income tax checks ha
You bout to flip that ha
You bout to go score you a gram ha
You gonna treat your nose ha
You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these hoe ha
When you broke you drove ha
When you paid you got beaucoup places to go ha
You on top ha
You rob somebody shop ha
You don't think you can be stopped ha
You ridin in the Benz on 20 inch rims ha

(Chorus 2X)
You a paper chaser
You got your block on fire
Remaining a g until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothing out of something
You handle you biz and don't be cryin and suffering

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Juve the Great

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn't do shit with my brothers without makin e'm mad
couldn't get along with nobody so I just ran with my Dad
he took me right there where the killas be
across court from Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
started snatchin purses by Wall Greens
seen Titey get hit up in the melt when I was young
paramedics couldn't even find his tongue
thats when I started totin' my heat to call a G
my family was deep but wasn't goin in that water with me
right after Mr.Martin's class (??)and me
straight to Barret think I was worried bout the trulency? please
got paid for them old timers puttin in work
like Mr. Frank he sold fruit, watermelons, and herbs

[Chorus]
Even though the times was hard
I didn't fear no man but God
you lookin at New Orleans crime rate
right up in the place, soulja's beware this is Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
this is Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
this is Juve the great

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Mama thought her son was really doin it tight
when I was the one out here not doin it right
until she found my stash she couldn't believe all the weed she found
shit it must've been a half a pound
I was thirteen then back when Yoga was caddillac'n it
my campaign was let a lil nigga get a crack at it
far from a gangsta but was learnin alot
ain't just be the one that earnin the pot
after the turn of the clock I started bankin on the low with the dope
got slugged up so hoes'll notice me mo'
tee's, reeboks, and girbauds I had a few (??) to write
regular hood shit the average niggaz go through in life
wanted to be a lil gorilla, and more day killas
(???) and we ball I know they'll flip ya
I stayed away from them cats who didn't communicate well
cause them was them niggaz that would've had me in jail

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
At fifteen I carried alot of wieght on my back
me and my brother infact, I kept my money intact
I mad my real power moves soon as Juv' got one
headed straight to the irish counter nigga who got guns?
shit my people Bobby and surviva got hit too
and I heard my name was poppin up in some shit too
wasn't no cool cans off googlin no more
it was either cry like a bitch or go sell it and score
my first case wanted my respect in the worst way
couldn't tell me shit when I was hungry and thirs-ty
have a nigga way out his religion ya heard me
I guess it's punishment to who and never was worthy
every since I leanred about guns and coke
I made a vow to myself that I would never go broke
do what I gotta do to eat
I probably can't play no sports but I can work these streets

[Chorus]

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Run For It

(Juvenile)
I be comin' up wit da glock toy
You can stop boy
You ain't heard I'm off tha block boy
Chipp-pedy chop boy
Off in ya cut is where I'm layin
Ready fo' sprayin'
Soon as I see yo face and hand
I ain't wit dat playin'
My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation
My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit outta occupation
So I played the game
Bust yo head if you said my name
I had some of deez niggaz scared I came
I kno' some niggaaz out tha (mag)nolia that'll ride fo' me
I kno' some niggaz hollin' solja dat a die fo' me
T.C., L.T., Magnolia and six
Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks
You disrespectin' my mind cuz you keep comin' short
I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught
You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke
You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't gon git smoke

(Chorus)
Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run
If ya ain't gotta strap but cho enemy got one
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if you git into it wit a cash money brotha
You betta run for it, run for it, run

(Lil Wayne)
I be in all black sometimes
Sometimes I be jumpin out trees in camouflage
Me and Juvenile got two keys we bout ta ride
Dem boyz playin wit da U.P.T. well dey gots to die
Man its that deep
It's a tragedy
That you can test me
Heard I run in houses don't put it past me
Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggaz
Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez niggaz
You'ont' want my stress troubles
I be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles
Wa my big brother Juvy
Tol' me not to eva letta nigga screw me
Tol' me if I eva did he would do me
Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin'
And then they start runnin'
Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin like a woman
Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustin'
Load it up and slide it in
Cock it back pop it out we ridin
??? ? I'll run in a busta spot
I'll sit on a busta porch
I'll sleep on a busta block
Apply five and then let go
!Bang! Lil' cowards keep playin, get hurt
Motha-flirk see I'ont' curse
But'll wet up yo shirt
Look all my enemy's see me comin
All my enemy's peeeeeeeeeuuuunggggggghhhhh be runnin'

(Chorus)

(Juvenile)
You thank I'm playin-a somthin Lil Woo dey' I ain't trippin'
Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittin'
Two children got killed and a ol' lady got hit
Look I'm bout ta git tha f**k cuz I ain' got no time fo' dis shit
Now you can be comin' through
And runnin to a gun if you feel
That they ain't gon' do you shit cuz ya real
I'ont' wanna be witcha when its hapning either
I probally be some where ducked off takin a nap wit my people
I'd rather see it on T.V. than see it in person
Having my f**king' head hurtin'
When dem 30's be burstin'
Bet if yo beef see ya he ain't gon wait fo' ya dog
Our all gon' try to rearrange ja face fo' ya dog
2nd line and round dem clubs ain't no place fo ya dog
Dem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin ya dog
I see em comin wit choppers and I know they gon' bust
Lil' Wayne hol' up
We kiting out sho' nuff'

(Chorus) 2x

Run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
Go git cha gun for it

Ya betta run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run, run for it
Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run
Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun
Get cha gun for it gun for it

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Shake Dat Azz (If You're A Player)

If you're a player makin' money throw your hands up
If you a woman that's in love then give your man up
If you're a player makin' money throw your hands up
If you a woman that's in love then give your man up

First Verse:

I kicks the shit that'll make them niggas say "Oooh",
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
I kicks the shit that'll make them niggas say "Oooh"
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
Now niggas and hoes, that's up in the house,
It's time for me to show you what the Juvenile's about,
Niggas and hoes, that's up in the house,
It's time for me to show you what the Juvenile's about,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Over there ungh, Over here ungh,
And once the crew get through, you gone need, a papsmear,
Over there ungh, Over here ungh,
And once the crew get through, you gone need, a papsmear,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga

Bridge One:

Man, I don't know what the f**k wrong with y'all,
Y'all must got a problem,
Y'all shouldn't be scared to roll with that nigga Juvenile

Second Verse:

Now when the sun goes down in the C.J. Peete,
I'ma hit the door, lookin' for me a H-O-E,
The first bitch I see, I step to her quick,
I'm tryin' to find a way that I can run up in her shit,
Now she don't wanna have no conversation,
She sayin' I'm beginning to be an aggrevation,
Called her boyfriend, he was comin' out the store,
He walked up to me and confronted me about the hoe
I said "Look here the bitch was standin' so I thought she didn't have a man",
"So let's get that an understanding",
He looked at me crazy, figured he could fake me,
I reached in my draws and quickly grabbed the three eighty,
Now he's another nigga gone,
Lovin' these hoes, you f**k with me and now it's on,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Solja, solja, solja, solja,
Solja, solja, solja, solja,
Solja, solja, solja, solja,
Solja, solja, solja, solja,
Bounce with the 'Nile, Bounce with the 'Nile nigga,
Bounce with the 'Nile, Bounce with the 'Nile nigga,
Bounce with the 'Nile, Bounce with the 'Nile nigga,
Bounce with the 'Nile, Bounce with the 'Nile nigga,
Where the virgins at? Where the virgins at?
All of y'all put your hands in the air,
Where the virgins at? Where the virgins at?
All of y'all put your hands in the air,
I'm lookin' for the bitches with the booty, with the booty,
I say I'm lookin' for the bitches with the booty
I'm lookin' for the bitches with the booty, with the booty,
I say I'm lookin' for the bitches with the booty
BOOM! With the gat, BOOM! With the gat, nigga
BOOM! With the gat, BOOM! With the gat, nigga
BOOM! With the gat, BOOM! With the gat, nigga
BOOM! With the gat, BOOM! With the gat, nigga
Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at?
Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at?
Bitch where you at? Bitch where you at?
Bitch where you at? Bitch where you at?
Where you at Bitch?
Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Bitch where you at?
Bitch where you at? Bitch where you at?
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Now niggas and hoes, that's up in the house,
It's time for me to show you what the Juvenile's about,
Now niggas and hoes, that's up in the house,
It's time for me to show you what the Juvenile's about,
I kicks the shit that'll make them niggas say "Oooh"
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
I kicks the shit that'll make them niggas say "Oooh"
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
Ride, ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride, ride,
Ride,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
I be rockin' this shit like every single day,
I be rockin' this shit like every single day,
I be rockin' this shit like every single day,
I be rockin' this shit like every single day,
Where the parties at? Where the parties at?
Where the parties at? Where the parties at?
I'm lookin' for the poppers, lookin' for the poppers nigga,
Juvenile out here lookin' for the poppers,
I'm lookin' for the poppers, lookin' for the poppers nigga,
Juvenile out here lookin' for the poppers,
Pass me the blunt, so I can get fool,
So me and the crew, can chill with a brew,
Pass me the blunt, so I can get fool,
So me and the crew, can chill with a brew,
Just relax yourself, to that crazy, cool, wicked
Naughty sounding mellow fellow Juvenile,
Cuz he's cold as cheese

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U.P.T

B.G. & (Baby)
Cash Money slangin nine nigga
(Off top playboy)
H.B's and The B.G.'s
(What's happing little B.G. bring it to these niggas)

(B.G.)
When I got that nine in my hand I'm going to slang it
When I got that drama on my mind I'm going to bring it
I ain't backing down from no nigga that's hatin
If the nigga say I ain't bout my buisness look here he hatin

(Baby)
Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it
If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin
f**kin wit my H.B's nigga I'm gonna bring it
Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'

(B.G.)
Cause a nigga get stolen
Better yet get takin
Paper is burn
They come fast, ya cant shake it
Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation
but that come's from 7 hard years of dedication

(Manny Fresh)
f**kin wit my B.G. nigga
I'm puttin ???? and I'm a ???? me nigga
That's believing worth six niggas
We call hard hitters
We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga)

(B.G.)
Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit
But a 100 bullet shells without a f**king fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back and ???? nigga
We see them working on something look here we riders
Ain't like working niggas
Any block with a flussy
That goes for the boss too
We ain't got no picks to choose it
We get cha if we gotta
We split cha if we gotta
I know you ain't got word that B.G.'s a rider
So keep it on the D.L
If you got keys don't serve nobody but off V.L
'Cause they play for keeps
A one way ticket to hizell
6 ft. deep
It's a filthy dirty rizell
On the U.P.T
I was raised in the streets
But I put it on my mind
By the time I was nine
I was pushin nigga
I was slangin that nine

(Lil Wayne)
Na, Na, Na, Na
Now them them don't want us
They know me and Turk don't fuss in the corners
They already know that we brothers, Blood
Or whatever you wanna call it
Click up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholics
Plus we ballers
So whatever we spin the Lex or Benz
Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens

(Turk)
Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga)
To the lane
Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying
Run your mouth too much
Better watch what cha sayin
Like a nigga on the sidelines
Nigga we aint playin

(Lil Wayne)
Na, Na, Na, Na
Now why O why Lord
The nigga wanna try and die Lord

(Turk)
Niggaz wanna learn hard way
Give it to 'em like that
Make 'em suffer
Put that bitch wit a bag

(Juvenile)
I guess you probably standin there sayin
Who's the muthaf**ka
Nigga you's the muthaf**ka
That bruise a muthaf**ka
Either there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks
bt im a ???? me a nigga
If they put me in that shit
Look I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folks
Play with me if you want but Cash Money going broke
Even if it means creepin up slow
Busting out shots out my black Volvo
Fo sho, 'cause ain't nobody gonna run me
I don't want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done me
She ain't bring me in the world for that
She ain't raise no ho
She could have had a girl for that
I been realized, I'm all in
Surrounded by the camoufalge, in ballin
Make a nigga recognize, I'm starvin
Go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin
Cause ain't no ????
You better leave that 45 at your house
Cause you gonna need it woodie
I told you boy
I'm a souljah boy
U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy

(B.G. Talking)
Slangin nine
Fo sho nigga
That's how we layin it down for the '98 all the way to the '99
Worldwide
Slangin nine
All you bus pass niggas better recognize

(Juvenile Talking)
This on here bouncin all out ya heard me
Ask my nigga Prime nigga
Ask my nigga Lac nigga
Ask my nigga B Dog nigga
Ask Manny
Ask Ruckus
Ask my brother Corey
Ask B.G.'s nigga
Ask Suga Slimm

(B.G. Talking)
You ain't got no muthaf**kin heart
Got the butcha knife chillin
Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga
Ah ha, Ah ha
How You Luv That now nigga?
What's up now nigga?
Talk that shit now
What, What's up
I thought we was what kind of boys
Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha

(Juvenile Talking)
I know yall gonna hear me all over the nation
So this is for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, over
the world
Nigga ain't no beef nigga
It's bout money
Nigga if you ain't making no money I can't talk

(B.G. Talking)
Shut the f**k
Nigga ain't got no words for ya

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