Lets say rest in peace to L and T nigga

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

[Manny Fresh]
Whoa check this out ya dig
Its a lot of niggas out here baller blockin
see what I'm sayin' standin' in the way
let the fuckin' ballas through see what I'm sayin
ya'll niggas had the catalogs
see what I'm sayin' now pass that bitch on man
let a real nigga you know play his thang man
its some niggas out here ridin' on 20s ya dig on yokahamas
skinnys and all that kinda shit see what I'm sayin'
I mean wood ever fuckin where

See what I'm sayin' bro you love that huh.

[Juve] Yeah I love that
[Manny] Convertable tops
[Juve] I love that Cash Money symbol on my chest
and these diamonds shinin' from here to Magnolia Projects
Ya heard me?
[Manny] That's what I'm talkin' bout man aint 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 shit aint nothin' wrong with that that's beautiful baby
That is truly beautiful
This shit is pimpalicious see what I'm sayin
[Juve] I just love that

"400 Degreez"

[Robotic Voice] : 400 degreez

[Verse 1:]
Ya see me I eat sleep shit 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
Nigga threw some slangs at me woodie I caught that
I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack
Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat
If I aint a hotboy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'ma be in all black
Companied by some niggas 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 nigga claimin' they know me

[Chorus] [Robotic Voice]
You don't want to fuck wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz

 Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz [repeat 2x]

[Verse 2]

Bitch what I'll bust yo ass up
Don't even go there woodie cuz I'm ready to mas up
I heard about the money thats some nice change
For the right price I'll bust the right frame
Why must a nigga try I can't do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
Nigga might be shot, nigga might be triffling
Nigga might survive if he bout that right flame
Whats up that'll stop a nigga from playin'
Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo
Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe
Attitude adjustments we all need
Don't call the enforcements nigga call 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 partners I'm ready to bust
Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck
Man let me get this beef shit over bro
Aint no bit this year I'm from the 'nolia bro
Whats yo beef plan cuz 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
Niggas drive by, gettin loose
Keep'em with each other like a checker board in use
Come in compton or the watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
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"

[Juvenile]
Lets say I'm in a room with a bitch
And the hoe don't wanna fuck
Like a man I'ma beat my meat
And get my fuckin 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
Thats all I can do with you
Cause I don't want your ass
Look you kinda fine
With a nigga name on your spine
Now respect my fuckin 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 bitches house up
And have them living swell
But and still a nigga like me was eating a taco bell
But after that shit
All that trick shit I stopped it
And lock my fuckin 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 wanna flex up

I'ma back the hoe up

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

Girl thats Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's
like magic on his tires

[Juvenile]
See I know how to treat a hoe
Just talkin and great a hoe
Niggas 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 bitch will get you killed
Thats the way I think
>From some old bitch ass nigga
Trying to receive my bank
Pussy come and it go
It been like that before I got here
Pussy don't wait for me or no nigga
But its gonna stop here
For a little while
So I'ma get what I could
And if she bout sucking some dick
I ain't hatin its all good
Now can I get that out you
It ain't hard to do
You a fine muthafucka
And it starts with you
I'm trying to fuck something till it can't see
What I'ma show you with this dick
You gonna thank me
A nigga gonna be like that untill the moment I retire
Ask them bitches bout me

And they gonna say that I'm on fire

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
If I even fuck with a bitch
She gonna know
Not to conversate with niggas
And to open my door
My business is my business
It ain't to be heard
My niggas is my niggas
So you don't say a word
And you don't touch my shit
You don't drive my shit
I got dope in the house
And I hide my shit
I have bad nerves
I hope you don't try my shit
Do right and nice things I'ma buy my bitch
Some bitches 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 wanna bring
You not a muthafuckin player you a punk main
Let me get one of them hoes up on this dope dick
Stop handcuffin that bitch let her approach this
You know when Juvenile comes he has to smoke shit
I'm on fire on fire

And you know this

[Chorus 1.5X]

[Juvenile]
You can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch

You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch

You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch

You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch

You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch

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 bitch is your bitch
My bitch is your bitch
Your bitch is my bitch
My bitch is your bitch
My bitch is your bitch
Your bitch is my bitch

"Ha (Jay-Z Remix)"

[Jay-Z]
Bounce, bounce, bounce
J-j-j-j-j-Juvenile and Jigga
The remix

[Juvenile]
You at the point of no return, ha
If your daddy get out the way with you,
you gon to let him learn, ha
Life's a bitch, ha
Niggas be fakin but you ain't givin em shit, ha
You stealin the bricks, ha
You got a wife and three kids, ha
But you be fuckin around right in the neighborhood you live, ha
You own a truck, ha
With tv's and cd's rimmed up, ha
Fuckin em up, ha
You won't be stuntin on your cell, ha
Get your partner some money orders and commence to jail, ha
You bout ready to roll a draw, ha
Some of that drove, ha
You bout to get you some more, ha
You that nigga with all that cheese, ha
You that nigga that whipped that girl and she called the police, ha
You understand, ha
You ain't gon cry like a bitch, you gon be a man, ha

Where ever you stand, ha

[Chorus X 2]
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 outta something
You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering

[Jay-Z]
You done got yourself in some deep shit
Now you stuck in your house, you gotta peep the remix
You can't go out cuz they gon leave you in a deep ditch
And hit you with the sign if you decide to keep shit
The only reason you alive cuz you read lips
and you drove on the block low in yo' seat an' shit
Seen em mouthin off, they don't need this shit
Now they sick of you duckin, dodgin, and weavin and shit
How they call you when you don't return they beeps
Now they ready to kill you and all your peeps
You done fucked around with some wild niggas
You done fucked off the dough and Juvenile and Jigga's
You better get it back, or sleep where the river's at
They send shots through your fifty cap
They got big guns that go brrrrrrrap, brrrrrrrap, brrrrap
Where your niggas at?

[Chorus X 2]

[Juvenile]
You gotta get up off your ass, ha
And make the cash, ha
And stay away from them bags, ha
Two and two done come together, ha
Juvi and Jigga, ha
Straight up guerrillas, ha
That nigga Manny Fresh a fool, ha
He be playin it to the bitches on every song he do, ha
My fuckin album going plat, ha
You bought the tape, ha
Tell em ain't none of it fake, ha
You got a shipment coming in, ha
During the week, ha
Got a little something for me, ha
You boy and them be drawin heat, ha
But that's your wootie so you gotta find you someone to creep, ha
Nigga tired of livin fast, ha
Your boy hit the stash, ha
Now you wanna go bust his ass, ha
You keep it real, ha
You don't fuck with no nigga but you will kill, ha
You know how it feel, ha

[Chorus X 2]