400 Degreez Album

Artist(s): Juvenile

Cover Art

Juvenile 400 Degreez Cover Art

Tracklist

Intro

length: 2:13
performer: Big Tymers

[Juvenile]
c'mon, c'mon, hmmm, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
*****es is pulling out they best suits,
gangstas is getting dressed too,
Don't even underestimate the power of a test tube,
Its a fasho shot, some of these *****s know not,
that's why they so hot, always up in the dope spots,
I hope my *****s feel what I'm saying, I'm trying to put lil whodi up on his game,
And **** suckers ain't playing, and duck ***** look I won't remain,
You stuck even if you don't restrain, I'ma be in the cut,
Some of you got it, some of you ****in' up,
you better get your life together before you loose that bruh,
You got cocaine you better move that bruh,
you got a brain you better loose that bruh,
you got a half you better loose that bruh,
don't even choose that bruh, so move on,
I did this album right here for keeping me and you strong,

[Juvenile]
that's right cousin, I did this album right here for me and my people ya heard me,
And we got the lord on our side so can't nothing you do or say to me bother me cousin,
I'ma be here until its all over with, I been through a lot the past few years,
But I ain't holding no grudges, its all about me and my family,
U.T.P, this how we eat cousin, what

Ha

length: 4:53
That's you with that bad *** Benz ha
That's you that can't keep your old lady
'Cause you keep ****in' her friends ha
You gotta go to court ha
You got served a subpoena 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 won't bust one of them *****s head ha
You ain't scared ha
You know how to play it ha
I know you ain't just gonna let a ***** 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
**** ain't hard as it seems ha
You keep your body clean ha
You gotta lot of Girbaud jeans ha
Some of your partners dope fiends ha
You really don't want to **** with them *****s ha
You come up with them *****s ha
You stuck with them *****s ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is you make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is you make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You can't do nothin' but love Fresh ha
You want to know what we gonna do next ha
You bought my tape with your check ha
You wearin' a vest ha
You tryin' to protect your chest ha
You spent seventy on your Benz ha
That ain't yours that's for your friends ha
You wanna stop these *****s from playing wit you ha
You wanna run the block ha
You wanna be the only ***** 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 a thug and you ain't got no heart ha
You came in the 'Nolia on New Year's Eve ha
You got stuck in that ***** and couldn't leave ha
It was hard for you to breathe ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is you make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is you make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You got a trespassin' charge ha
That **** got hard ha
When you were lookin' at them little broads ha
You don't know when to quit ha
That's you with that shot callin' **** ha
That's you with that ballin' **** ha
That's you that's takin' them hits ha
That ho don't know when to shut up her mouth ha
You gonna knock that ho teeth out ha
You done switched from Nike to Reebok ha
You twinkle your golds every time you leave your house ha
Them income tax checks out 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 **** on one of these ho ha
When you broke you drove ha
When you paid you got beau-coup places to go ha
You on top ha
You rob a *****s shop ha
You don't even think you can be stopped ha
You ridin' in the Benz on twenty inch rims ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is you make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is you make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

Gone Ride With Me

length: 4:23
(Juvenile)

I'm charging 600 for some big hoe

You do business with me you coming back to get more

My **** is fire cause it's jogging back to twenty nine

So when *****s shouldn't have no problem 'bout me getting mine

If you come at me with a shot I must say shop closed

************s try to get smart you gon' get popped hoe

I buck with *****s out the Jake like Will and Paco

Have conversations for *****es until they got drove

Picture me gently getting twisted off the indo

Baby, Lil Wayne, B.G., and me committing sins though

Better beware because we 'bout to spend a billion though

Don't get caught out without the **** cause you will end though

Me and my people got to hustle just to pay the rent

Some of us not in the position that we say we in

Can't have no bill collectors through my residence

That's why everyday I be running for the president

All in I ain't another *****, shits irrelevant

You get your head busted for playing with my intelligence

Yeah



(Chorus)

My nine is gonna die with me

Pick up the supply with me

Be up in the ride with me

Do a homicide with me, who, me

My nine is gonna die with me

Pick up the supply with me

Be up in the ride with me

Do a homicide with me, who, me

My nine is gonna die with me

Pick up the supply with me



(Juvenile)

You making **** more complicated than it should be

You feel your death is coming soon only it could be

***** got killed because they never understood me

I know your block is similar to how my hood be

This ***** with all of this playing getting on my nerves

He calling me up on the phone saying he want a Burb

I told his daddy that's not how I handle business, man

How I know you not turning, say that you be with me saying

Doing business with you I'm not even considering

How to be in the safe get around that you *****s in

I move to fast, remember Payton is a virtue

And keep your eyes open cause *****s gon' observe you

They waiting for the perfect time that they can hurt you

And if they catch you off your basis they gon' serve you

I wonder if my people locked up still remember me

I'm talking 'bout you laying in rotten penitentiaries

All my *****s



(Chorus)

My nine is gonna die with me

Pick up the supply with me

Do a homicide with me

Be up in the ride with me, who, me

My nine is gonna die with me

Pick up the supply with me

Do a homicide with me

Be up in the ride with me, who, me



(Juvenile)

I already got you listening to what I said

You better straighten up, there, soldier 'fore I bust your head

Hoe if you got something you better not even show your face

Cause a ***** been doing bad and might explore your place

Look, you know you not a body cause they know you fake

If you want to go to war I know what it take

Come with a team of choppers, not no thirty-eight

And we gon' turn this 211 into a murder case

And me a Russell gon' get dizzy out the Thunderbird

And start a nuclear revolution right up on your curb

*****s keep ****ing with me cause they know I'm hitting laws

My truck is sitting on twenties, and I'm hitting broads

If you get beside yourself, then you got to go

You creeping on the see-M-P's that's not possible

I hit a fifty out my chopper and I got some more

You say you ready for me Woo-dey I don't really know

Know



(Chorus)

My nine is gonna die with me

Do a homicide with me

Pick up the supply with me

Be up in the ride with me, who, me

My nine is gonna die with me

Pick up the supply with me

Do a homicide with me

Be up in the ride with me, who, me

My nine is gonna ride with me

My nine is gonna die with me

Be up in the ride with me

Do a homicide with me, who, me

Flossin Season

length: 4:34
Mannie Fresh playboy
I know you love these diamonds (they beautiful ha)
*****, how you love that?
All that stunting and fronting
It's all about them diamonds boy

***** it's a pretty day, and it's flossin season
Added six tires to my new machinery
Double R like to ball like it's no tomorrow
Pretty broads and we ****in these superstars
Chrome rims, *****s ridin new Benz
TVs, Cadillacs with the new fends
Wet paint, *****s takin trips to the banks
Hittin malls spendin twenty G's like stars
Rolex, PlayStations in the Hummer
Just to show these stupid hoes that we worth something
My stuntin name Evel Knievel, keep it real
Let me pop a wheelie, hoes love stuntin cause I got love
Gold slugs, stunting cause we got love
Motorbike button rims cause we living right
Game tight take a tramp make her holla champ
Overnight got the yola if your money right
Solid TV's PlayStation with the B.G
It's all gravy playboy cause it's flossin season
A million dollars ain't nothing to me *****
But a million hoes is game to me playboy

Nahh nahh, flossers, let me see you rollin your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere
We flossers, let me see you rollin your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbans
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere

I got to get my shine on, do it every time
Seventeens on up, that's all I ride
In ninety-eight, I been havin them hoes throwin up
They don't know if I'm in a helicopter or in a truck
I **** they head up, cause I floss so much
Police had me up cause a ***** so young (ha bruh?)
But you know me *****
That ain't gon' stop B.G. ***** (at all)
Cause the next day you will see *****
Me in somethin else with a TV ***** (f'real)
**** it, I'mma floss like that I got scrilla
Come try to take it, you're ****in with a gorilla
I got a watch you can see from a block away
I got a chain you'll see that'll shock the day
My click do what we say, we don't stunt wit it
Off top Big Tymers gon' come with it
Layin it down this month cause we got a reason (fo' sho')
And we gon' rip **** up cause it's flossin season

Nahh nahh, flossers, let me see you rollin your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere
We flossers, let me see you rollin your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbans
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere

We flossers, what what what?
I say we ballers, what what what?

This is the season for the flossers *****
Ride top notch ****, **** what it cost you *****
Ain't got no TVs or CDs in it - I ain't gon' ride in it
If it ain't no overseas type shits - I ain't gon' drive it
This ain't the summer to swing the top off
This the season *****s come out on them twenties and ball
It ain't no secret I'mma stunter, like Evel Knievel
Jumpin out Lex's and Hummer's, showin off for my people
When I pull up in V.I.P. they say that's a nice car
*****es all in my face can't even make it to the bar
Me, broke and assed-out? Never that man
I got some **** up in my ear you can see from a airplane
I don't think Super D. can pull a stunt like me
Got karats on both of my pinkies, ten thousand a piece
Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East
**** that, I'mma play bourban it's a thousand a suite

Who had the, first bourban with the livin room set
Who the only ***** you know that drive a burgundy jet
How many cities you know, named after me?
It's gon' be a bunch of them ************s when I finish G
Now baby - I know you missed us
Big daddy light up a room like Christmas
Shine like a light bulb - rich thug
Let that little girl come over here and give a millionaire a hug
McGyver ain't liver than a, Big Tymer
Big **** a million dollars and a, Pathfinder
Mr. Betty Crocker cake maker, casino breaker
Tell Shaq I got a half a mill' ridin on the Lakers
Pack my *****es up and move to the hills
Thirty days a month - thirty Automobiles
The Lexus or Benz that come out in the year two thousand
I got one of them *****es parked around corner by the housin
The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten
Eleven fifty zuke with the batman fin
The ring I got, Liberace want it
He couldn't afford that ***** but I can afford to flaunt it

Nahh nahh, flossers, let me see you rollin your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere
We flossers, let me see you rollin your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbans
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere

We flossers, what what?

Ghetto Children

length: 4:05
In these times we gotta hustle 'cause our pockets be hurt
Lil *****s want to get fronted from who got work
Is she ready for that you want to wash the bus
Let a ***** know where they at so ain't no stoppin' us
If you handle yo business right I'ma promote yo ***
You ***** out and try to kite I'ma come smoke yo ***
The **** that I'm givin' you they tryin' blood ta get
The vicks be runnin' through because they love the ****
So don't come with that no one bout it **** was cool
*****s tried ta rob me nobody was comin' through
Snitches I can't have that
*****es I can't have that
Riches you can have that
Just bring me my cash back
Look its all gravy with me go head and shine
that's how you play it with me ya big time
All I want is the Gs
With a trunk full of keys
A benz on 20s
You got something you can lend me
**** ***** I ain't doing nothin' for me for free
Can't put no trust in you *****s 'cause y'all be tryin' ta run G
'Cause I don't like dreamin' bout makin' no cheese
want to see my mutha****in' bank account O.D.ed [(over dosed)]

[Chorus: x2]

Until then I'ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd)

Now I'm on some **** again
Leave a ***** stranded like Gilligan
Hundreds I'm considerin'
Lex it for a millian
Catch it ***** I'm killin'em
They spot but I ain't feelin'em
My jacket off appearin them
Some a say its numerary
Parntnas in for sipperin'
Juvenile is different
Look at what I did to them
*****s wearin' reeboks instead of nikes and timbalands
***** *****s I be tippin'em
My mac 9 it be flippin'em
Some of these *****s is tryin ta run G
So I be gippin'em
They would do the same to me
*****s ain't no family
**** is all a game to me
But nobody gone handle me
400 degreez
Tottin' guns runnin' with me
No wonder we need
Mo money one could receive
***** want to deal with this christ
I'ma put it open in his life
Never should I **** with me right
Why you keep duckin' me shy
I'ma knock ya head off
***** tryin' ta get to ya **** tryin' ta play it off
You made the beef ***** so why is you scared
If you mind yo ****in' business then yo life would be spared
I can't see it
***** try ta make me out a ***** I can't be it
I had a mutha****in' problem with *****s like freed me
You probably can save y'all self but you can't save y'all neighbors
Um, and now I got cha spinnin' on round like a baseball playa
Put on this the table I'ma hit'em a nine
Foolish I had ta tame ta keep these *****s in line
Look 'cause I don't like dreamin' about makin' no cheese
Want to see my mutha****in bank account ODed [(over dosed])

[Chorus: x2]

Ask them *****s bout me
Bet them *****es know me
Magnolia head buster out that wild T.C.
I'ma young *****
Look at what ya done *****
You done made me mad
Now I'm goin' get my gun *****
Betta watch cha tongue *****
'Cause I'm gettin' dumb *****
Killed one *****
Represent where I'm from *****
See thangs don't cha never do **** with a man his change or his mamma
You do that you won't drama
**** with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see
I'm out cha which one of you boys want me
I'ma keep it real with ya
Ya say you the man, I know I'm the man and I'm ready ta deal with cha
I'm prepared for the toe taggin'
Keep my reeboks strapped tight with my gibauds saggin'
Now, I done rocked a couple of Gs and done flipped that two times
I know I'm in a problem and they gonna pursuit mine
I got bills ta pay I can't be playin' with you jokers
These youngsters somethin' else now ya bout ta get promoka
You can't understand how a ***** my age
Can hit the streets psyhced up bustin' with the twelve gage
But I don't like ta dream about makin' no cheese
In the future want to see my ****in' pockets Oded [(over dosed)]

[Chorus: x2]

Cash Money Concert

length: 0:52

Yo yo my name is Ice the game for me is like a storm
I thought I worn ya'll bamas how I roll with army bandanas
Kids schatter when I come around pokets full of candy
Gettin' puppy love winks from Brandy
I'm shy so I'm going to Plan 'B'
Can't let the teacher see her with detention
Not to menchtion moms might cerk out probably tomorrow
Recss seem like a long day yo
I'm gone a get mine 'cause I got diamonds on my finger
What's on my wrist bracelet on the other one how cool
Is this I gotta girl her mother real nice
So go out and buy her some ice

Welcome 2 tha Nolia

length: 5:51
performer: Turk
It's World War III where I'mma be with 2 stars
Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool
Move all your valuables, cause them boyz at your throat with them calicos
I mean, me myself, I just don't wanna see nobody get hurt
Wanna live? Keep your black *** from out of my turf
You look like wanna of them boyz that ain't never been ****ed over
I'm bout to change that, send that boy to tha Nolia
Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets
If he think we fakin', he gon' know after we **** it
And come to the PJ's, if you wanna score something
Get my peeps laid cause we make ************s catch the cut quick
Might laugh with ya but we ain't to be trusted
I tie my solja rag tight around my head man
Now I'm gettin' processed with a red bag

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest whodie, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up

Soulja's be camoflaugin'
Hitting blocks realla, they be bout ridin
You get chopped realla, at any timing
Cause in that Nolia they play tha game raw
No more beats closin' shop when the beef start
Ah, ah, I don't think you're ready for these *****s
LDTC-6 coated wild willas
Head bustas, and wig splitas where I'm from
Choppas max, with red dots in the drum
Playing it rawer than dope
That's how we play it, ducking Chris, flat top & big red
Wootay ain't nothin' nice
Spin corners in broad light, can't move stiff like ice
Get killed if the price on yo face, me & Juve burn with case
From the scene we fled
Take hits like black & moe did back in the dayz
At night in tha nolia, *****s be in tha hallwayz

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest whodie, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up

***** done flashed up, I had to deal with the *****
Catch em down bad, and put some steel on tha *****
Let em know this young *****, ain't to be ****ed wit
Two timer coming through, one time you gettin ya wig split
When I release, aiming straight for your top
Non stop hollin' purse *****, you gon drop
The Magnolia chest opena, Glock toatera, block soakera
Down for a murdera
In tha rover, choppin' ya down, put your sets up *****
Represent that uptown

****in' wit these real boyz, I'mma kill ya
You don't want me out chea', you know I'mma gorilla
I've been trained to get way low in the mud
Molded on tha streets and used to running wit thugs
***** you **** wit Turk, you gotta **** wit me what
Where is you gonna be when them boks in tha mud
Don't make me come down there and show one of you *****es
Don't make me come down there and blow one of you *****es

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest whodie, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up

But throw ya side up *****, throw ya side up
But throw ya ward up, ***** throw ya ward up

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest whodie, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody
Throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up *****, throw ya sets up

We release wit ammunition, we release wit ammunition
When our beef is in site, when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
When our beef is in site

U.P.T.

length: 4:18
Cash Money slangin nine *****
(Off top playboy)
H.B's and The B.G.'s
(What's happing little B.G. bring it to these *****s)

When I got that iron in my hand I'm goin' to slang it
When I got that drama on my mind I'm goin' to bring it
I ain't backin' down from no ***** that's nathan'
If the ***** say I ain't bout my business look here he hatin'

Coming uptown playboy we gonna slang it
If I catch down ***** bad we gonna leave ya stankin'
****ing wit my H.B's ***** I'm gonna bring it
Rollin' uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'

Cause a ***** get stolen
Better yet get takin'
Paper is burn
They come fast, ya can't shake it
Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation
That come's from seven hard years of dedication

****in' with B.G. *****
I'm puttin' on your face and I'm a kill me a *****
That's believin' worth six figures we call hard hitters
We uptown riders and we real with this *****, *****

Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find ****
But a hundred bullet shells without a ****ing fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on *****s
We see them workin' on somethin' look here we riders
Ain't like workin' *****s
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
Wig 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
Six feet 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
Look here ***** I was slangin' that nine

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 alcoholics
Plus we ballers
So whatever we spin the Lex or Benz
Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens

Get off the block when we come ***** (*****)
To the lane
Shots that close shop when the bullets start spraying
Run your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayin'
Like a ***** on the sideline, ***** we ain't playin'

Na, Na, Na, Na
Now why O why Lord
The ***** wanna try and die Lord

*****s wanna learn hard way
Give it to 'em like that
Make 'em suffer
Put that ***** wit a bag

I guess you probably standin' there sayin, "Who's the mutha****a?"
***** Juv's the mutha****a, that'll bruise a mutha****a
Either there's been a lot of cross-firin' in the bricks
And I'm gonna kill me a *****
If they put me in that ****
Look I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folks
Play with me if you want but Cash Money goin' broke
Even if it means creepin' up slow
Bustin' 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's
She could have had a girl for that
I been realized, I'm all in
Surrounded by the camouflage, in ballin'
Make a ***** recognize, I'm starvin'
Go in and do a homicide, you fallin', stop callin'
Cause ain't no peace treaties whodie
You better not leave that forty-five at your house cause you gonna need it whodie
I told you boy, I'm a soljah boy
U.T.P up on my stomach from the 'Nolia boy

Slangin' nine
Fo sho *****
That's how we layin' it down for the ninety-eight
All the way to the ninety-nine
Worldwide
Slangin' nine
All you bus pass *****s better recognize

This on here bouncin' all out ya heard me
Ask my ***** Prime *****
Ask my ***** Lac *****
Ask my ***** B Dog *****
Ask Manny
Ask Ruckus
Ask my brother Corey
Ask B.Geezy *****
Ask Suga Slimm

You ain't got no mutha****in' heart
Got the butcha knife chillin'
Slicing throats we doin it like that *****
Ah ha, Ah ha
How you love that now *****?
What's up now *****?
Talk that **** now
What, What's up
I thought we was what kind of boys
***** what, ***** who what, ***** ha

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
***** ain't no beef *****
It's bout money
***** if you ain't making no money I can't talk

Shut the **** up
***** ain't got no words for ya
It's all about the fetti

Run for It

length: 4:46
performer: Lil Wayne
[Featuring Lil Wayne]

(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 **** wit outta occupation

So I played the game

Bust yo head if you said my name

I had some of deez *****z scared I came

I kno' some *****az out tha (mag)nolia that'll ride fo' me

I kno' some *****z hollin' solja dat a die fo' me

T.C., L.B. Magnolia ?????????????????????

Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks

You disrespectin' my mind 'cause you keep comin' short

I might hitcha wit dat iron 'cause you need ta be taught

You keep showing yo teeth 'cause 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 ??? Lex some times

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 ?????????????????????????????

Hell look boy you betta tell deez *****z

Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez *****z

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 ***** 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 *****z on tha block started actin like a woman

Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustin'

Load it up and slide it in

**** 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! ???????????????????????????????

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 *****z still be hittin'

Two children got killed and a ol' lady got hit

Look I'm bout ta git tha **** 'cause I ain' got no time fo' dis ****

Now you can be comin' through

And runnin to a gun if you feel

That they ain't gon' do you **** 'cause ya real

I'ont' want to 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 ****ing' 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 *****z 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

Rich Niggaz

length: 5:04
Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why
Cash Money, rich *****s
Look

Loud pipes, big rims
*****, that's my life
When I pull up at the club sorry that's my night
I know a lot of haters probably sayin' that that's not right
Well, my diamonds so much bigger
So, that's my life
Bling Bling
Now, I only carry big faces and you hear the ching, ching
Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thin'
And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen
Ha, ha, ha
I crack myself up
I know I talk lot but I can back myself up
Got a little house on the beach that's where I shack myself up
You ain't really got more money than me
Think about it
Let's just say somebody gave me a check and took the ink up out it
So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it
And me with no ice is like a Prince concert that ain't crowded
They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12
And we was next
Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L
Le-Le-Lex

I'm on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

Juvenile used to be R-T-A bound
Now I be bustin' these *****es head when I come 'round
Acting like a ***** that ain't never had ****
Look into my bed sayin' that's a mad hit
I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shinin'
My Rollie ain't windin' my bank ain't climbin'
You lookin at a multi-millionaire in the flesh
Might don't have it now, but I just got me a check
I can walk it like I talk it, play it how I say it
Teach it like I preach it, now, put that in your head
*****, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, ain't nuttin'
Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethin'
Meet me in the casino, way in the back
Losin' money like a ************, still shootin' craps
Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status
We make so much money IRS be lookin' at us

I'm on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

I got more ends than Bunny have in a factory
I'm Lil Turk, I'm livin' large
Got the baddest hoes after me
Picture me, a young ***** ballin' out of control
Playing with millions, laying in condos
***** I shine, shine through the ****in' week
The fliest ride with Cristal in the passenger seat
Don't hate me, cause I'm a little baller
Got more weight than Angola
****ing your girl Carla
***** I stunt
And I'mma a stunt til I can't no more
Chest lit up like the oaks
From the diamonds I sport
Yo, I can't be touched
Don't think I'm too much, ***** I'm rich what the ****
Rolex crushed out with the bezel
And in order for hoes to get close to me got to be on my schedule
I got so much money
I don't know what to do
Buy houses and cars
And break bread with my crew

I'm on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
B.G. on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

It's like, monkey see, monkey do
Rollin' with the Cash Money runners I stay true
Cause when were runnin' and climbin' on the million-dollar scene
Holding together, know what I mean, know what I mean
When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer
Don't nobody have a Benz or the Lex Bubble
When I start they said I had no fame
Now all the girls just end up calling my name
Ten G's to (?)
Fax the contract to big Cash Money
Cause you know this whole clique right with me
They're right with me
Sip-pe-di-dy
Won't count the diamonds just around my neck
X amount of dollars on a bankroll check
If you want to really come and sing with me
Those that got me wicked, then I do some free
For free

Back That Azz Up

length: 4:26
[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 motherfucker, 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 motherfucker, 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 fuckin 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 fuck 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 motherfuckin drummer chick
See dat puddy-cat? look at dat
I love a fuckin hoodie-rat, that's a fact
You'se a motherfuckin 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

Off Top

length: 3:51
performer: Big Tymers
Verse 1

Woodie we get down but to a certain extent
All that cha shoin' with them hoes be gettin my name bent
I'm showin' you love but I love my money even mo
Disrespect me or play me off the top you gotta go
My people play me we ain't gettin down no mo
Look that ain't how it's 'posed to be but that's the way it's gone go
I ain't with that front ****
That playin' with gun ****
That ****in' with *****s who think they run ****
All that tongue ****
When my gone click, *****s silencin' down
You was hollin' like a ************ ***** holla at me now
Peep, what made a ***** wanna go and mess with me bone
And he gettin' on my nerves, I'm bout to go in his home
***** my brother ain't no hoe
***** my mother ain't no hoe
***** my father ain't no hoe
Why you try ta play me like a hoe
****, I matter as well just go head on and bust his head
'cause them people gone give me the charge anyway
If ya come up late
Now tell'em bout that beemer I got
Tell'em bout that new home I got
Tell'em bout that cousins on crome I got
You ta show ya ****
That's why you showed you was a *****
Now you runnin with yo melon 'cause you know you gone get it split

Verse 2

*****s ridin' impala's with them rattler stripes
Passin' hollin at hoes with the **** finger sayin ****'em black
I'm stackin' gs movin keys that's my life black
*****s orderin' vests
Just ta protect they chests
And duckin' these *****s tryin ta use they smit-n-wessons
Playboy, I'm ridin' in suburbans
To land roovers to range roovers *****s with automatics
*****s ridin' big bodies I done did that
I'm ridin' jags drop top and I can do that
I'm lettin' these hoes hair blow if they got that
I don't **** with bald head hoes I ain't with that
I talk **** and I got the cream and the jewels to do that
I walk it like I talk playboy you can believe that
Then new ice yellow diamonds and I'm lovin' that
Blue diamonds big tymin' and I'm with that
I done made more money independent then made a ***** went gold
I put that on my soul and my gold
And my 20 inch rims on my range roover with t.v.'s
And I'm lovin' these hoes I flip mo keys than a acrobat ten ***** you can
Believe that
Me and my brother go rock for rock
Walk block for block
And if we got beef with a ***** we'll go glock for glock
No mo sellin' keys on the d.l.
I wanna holla at v.l.
Lets say rest in peace to l and t *****

Verse 3

I live my life on full
Unzip my pants and I pull
A big **** baby
You look sick maybe
You can use a ***** that'll hold ya hand
I tell ya what ya suck my **** I'll be your man
Now here it is diamonds for the bithces that I ****
Not , I get the ***** make like donald and duck
To the next project scattered site or crib
Slangin' **** where you live
I don't really give, a precious second of my pimp playa time
You can taste the cool-aid but don't drink the wine
Holy-rosy diamond bizeal, 20 inch whevzeal
98 cromed out gangsta grizeal
Take one of my *****es and I'm ****in
Sistas anties grandmas and cousins
Mommas baby mommas family members and all that ****
If the ***** need guidance them I'm her pimp

[talkin] mannie fresh
Whoa check this out ya dig
Its a lot of *****s out here baller blockin
See what I'm sayin' standin' in the way
Let the ****in' ballas through see what I'm sayin
Ya'll *****s had the catalogs
See what I'm sayin' now pass that ***** on man
Let a real ***** you know play his thang man
Its some *****s out here ridin' on 20s ya dig on yokahamas
Skinnys and all that kinda **** see what I'm sayin'
I mean wood ever ****in where
See what I'm sayin' bro you love that huh.

(juvenile)-yeah I love that
(mannie) convertable tops
(juvenile)- I love that cash money symbol on my chest
And these diamonds shinin' from here to magnolia projects ya heard me
(mannie)- that's what I'm talkin' bout man ain't nothin' like man,
Cause you know sometimes I let these lil girls lick my chains man
You know
You can't be kissin on me but you can kiss my diamonds
And **** ain't nothin' wrong with that that's beautiful baby
That is truly beautiful, this **** is
Pimpalicious see what I'm sayin
(juvenile)- I just love that

After Cash Money Concert

length: 1:20
Yo yo my name is ICE the game for me is like a strom i Thought I worn ya'll
bamas how i roll with army bandans kids schatter when I come around pokets full
of candy gettin puppy love winks from BRANDY I'm shy so i'm going to Plan "B"
can't let the teacher see her with detintion not to menchtion moms might cerk
out probly tomorrow recss seem like a long day yo I'm gone a get mine cause I
got dimondas on my finger wathe's on my wrist braclet on the other 1 how cool
is this I gota girl her mother real nice so go out and buy her some ice.

400 Degreez

length: 4:10
(Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez



Verse 1:

Ya see me I eat sleep **** and talk rap

Ya seen that 98 mercedes on t.v. I bought that

I had some felony charges I fought that

Been sent to no return but still was bought back

***** threw some slangs at me woodie I caught that

I punished them lil *****es before they can car jack

Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat

If I ain't a hotboy then what do you call that

***** disrespect me I'ma be in all black

Companied by some *****s bout killin' and all that

Me Cory and mercy gettin' dunked on

Ride top down so we let the trucks pause

In the jepp ridin' four deep

I booted up at these ***** claimin' they know me



[Chorus] (Robotic Voice)

You don't want to **** wit me

Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz

Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz (repeat 2x)



Verse 2



***** what I'll bust yo *** up

Don't even go there woodie 'cause I'm ready to mas up

I heard about the money that's some nice change

For the right price I'll bust the right frame

Why must a ***** try I can't do the right thing

Only God knows what the future might bring

***** might be shot, ***** might be triffling

***** might survive if he bout that right flame

what's up that'll stop a ***** from playin'

Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand

Boy look ***** don't play no games no mo

*****'ll bust ya head if you bang his hoe

Attitude adjustments we all need

Don't call the enforcements ***** call me

I bet cha I'll get them *****s off yo block

I bet cha I'll show them *****s this boy hot



(Chorus)



Alright stop it 'cause I done had enough

When it comes to my partners I'm ready to bust

Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck

Man let me get this beef **** over bro

ain't no bit this year I'm from the 'nolia bro

what's yo beef plan 'cause it was told to us

How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down

How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown

The G code what we live by and we die by

The book is what we will never abide by

*****s drive by, gettin loose

Keep'em with each other like a checker board in use

Come in compton or the watts *****

Up in New York ya keep'em open watch *****

Foe ya played by a hit or retalion

All fine young black females stallions

Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion

You far away from ya home yous a alien



(Chorus)

Juvenile on Fire

length: 4:57
Lets say I'm in a room with a *****

And the hoe don't want to ****

Like a man I'ma beat my meat

And get my ****in nut

Fo'sho she gonna be drove then

And I'ma cut the TV off

And got to sleep on that hoe then

Now tell that to your girlfriend

You tell her everything else

She goin to be with her boyfriend

You goin to be by your damn self

While I'm in my benz with your friend

And she bout to get nervous

Baby I don't want nothing

But some mouth and lip service

Don't act bad

Don't get mad

that's all I can do with you

Cause I don't want your ***

Look you kinda fine

With a ***** name on your spine

Now respect my ****in mind

How I'ma hit that from behind

Got a hoe across the court

And Molly boots the next door

I'm getting tired of you rappers

Its time for me to restore

I done fixed these *****es house up

And have them living swell

But and still a ***** like me was eating a taco bell

But after that ****

All that trick **** I stopped it

And lock my ****in pockets

You can't kick it or pop it

Now I get what I can get

Out of these hoes and I'm up

And if she want to flex up

I'ma back the hoe up



Chorus: X4

Girl that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

17 inch Momo's

Black magic on his tire



See I know how to treat a hoe

Just talkin and great a hoe

*****s know I don't need a hoe

Don't mix up your people hoe

If I tell you do something

You better do what I say

If you plannin on playin me

Better get out my way

A ***** will get you killed

that's the way I think

>From some old ***** *** *****

Trying to receive my bank

***** come and it go

It been like that before I got here

***** don't wait for me or no *****

But its gonna stop here

For a little while

So I'ma get what I could

And if she bout sucking some ****

I ain't hatin its all good

Now can I get that out you

It ain't hard to do

You a fine mutha****a

And it starts with you

I'm trying to **** something till it can't see

What I'ma show you with this ****

You gonna thank me

A ***** gonna be like that until the moment I retire

Ask them *****es bout me

And they gonna say that I'm on fire



Chorus X4



If I even **** with a *****

She gonna know

Not to conversate with *****s

And to open my door

My business is my business

It ain't to be heard

My *****s is my *****s

So you don't say a word

And you don't touch my ****

You don't drive my ****

I got dope in the house

And I hide my ****

I have bad nerves

I hope you don't try my ****

Do right and nice things I'ma buy my *****

Some *****es you gotta play'em with a long string

You play them close

And you gonna be bangin wrong things

You got something that I hear you don't want to bring

You not a mutha****in player you a punk main

Let me get one of them hoes up on this dope ****

Stop handcuffin that ***** let her approach this

You know when Juvenile comes he has to smoke ****

I'm on fire on fire

And you know this



Chorus X6



You can **** my *****

You can **** my *****

You can **** my *****



You can **** my *****

Let me **** your *****

I don't love that *****

I don't trust that *****



You can **** my *****

Let me **** your *****

I don't love that *****

I don't trust that *****



You can **** my *****

Let me **** your *****

I don't love that *****

I don't trust that *****



You can **** my *****

Let me **** your *****

I don't love that *****

I don't trust that *****



You don't know he on fire

You don't know he on fire

You don't know he on fire

You don't know he on fire



[Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot]



My ***** is your *****

My ***** is your *****

Your ***** is my *****

My ***** is your *****

My ***** is your *****

Your ***** is my *****

Solja Rag

length: 4:09
Intro: [helicopter sound effects]



Verse One:



You 'bout dat paper?

You on top?

You handlin' business?

You doin' swell?

Down with yo' *****z to da finish?

Are you willin'?

To hit da streetz up and make a killin'?

Are you a villain?

Pushin' a Bentley makin' millions?

Do you do your time?

Without rattin' on your partners?

Do you kill your beef?

With a pistol or a chopper?

Is you da man?

Do you pay all of your bills?

Did you make a plan?

And won't stop 'till it fulfilled?

Can you handle coke?

Can you handle dope?

Ain't afraid to go?

Even though you know?

Look... lil' Daddy...

Do you take care of yo' kids?

Is it clean in yo' crib?

Can't you stand to eat some ribs?

Ain't it scandalous how we live?

You ball with Cash Money?

Do you like Manny track?

Ain't it shive how I rap?

Puttin' New Orleans on the map!

You brush ya teeth?

You on dem hoes?

You got dem Ree[bok]s on ya feet?

With dem Girbauds?



Chorus1: 4X



Then you a SOLJA *****, put up a solja rag!!!

Put up a soljah rag

Put up a soljah rag



Verse Two:



Now what's happenin' wit' you?

You knockin' dem heads off too?

You do what a playa do?

You **** in the Rochambeau?

You ain't scared to blast?

When you got dat iron witcha

Do you bust his ***?

You acts a ***?

You got ya ski mask?

And ya solja rag?

Look...

You ready to blow a bag?

Can you hustle like it's legal?

Can you avoid da people?

And hotwire your Regal?

You 'bout dat evil?

Look...

You on some ignorant ****?

When that hoe get flip

Now can you punish da *****?

You like dem Beamers?

You like dem Benz 500s?

You like dem Hummers?

You like dem big fine women's?

You a playa ain't ya?

None of these ***** *****z could fade ya!

The ghetto made ya!

Dope fiends and junkies raised ya!

Do you sleep in suites?

Do you go shopping every week?

When you hit da streetz

You got dem Reeboks on your feet?



Chorus 2:



Then you a SOLJA *****, put up a solja rag!!

Throw up a solja rag

Put up a solja rag

Throw up a solja rag

Put up a solja rag

Throw up a soljah rag

Put up a soljah rag

Put up a soljah rag

Throw up a soljah rag



Chorus1: 2X



Verse Three:



Is you a paper chaser?

You got your block on fire?

Remainin' a G?

Until the moment you expire?

You know what it is?

To make nothin' outta somethin'?

You handle your biz?

And don't be cryin'

And its somethin'

Your *****z is in ya?

You got your girlfriends witcha?

Since you was a kid?

You was a instant wig-splitter?

You twinkle your slug?

You ain't no ***** huh?

You stompin' ya box in the mud?

A Hot Boy microwave oven

Tatooted up, booted up

None of you *****es lovin'

Your windows are tinted?

You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it?

You don't **** with dem Nike tennis?

You play with Barettaz?

You sleep in the Royal Sonesta?

You won't **** Vanessa?

You got chopperz up on ya dresser?

You believe in GOD?

But can you handle it when its hard?

And represent your ward?

You be stalkin' the boulevard?



Chorus 3:



Put up a solja rag

Throw up a solja rag

Put up a solja rag

Put up a solja rag

Throw up a solja rag

Put up a solja rag

Throw up a solja rag

Put up a solja rag

Throw up a solja rag

Put up a solja rag

Put up a solja rag

Throw up a solja rag

Put up a solja rag

Throw up a solja rag

Put up a solja rag

Throw up a solja rag

Throw up a solja rag

Throw up a solja rag



[Outro]