"Solja Rag"

[Intro: [helicopter sound effects]]

[Verse One:]

You 'bout dat paper?
You on top?
You handlin' business?
You doin' swell?
Down with yo' niggaz 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 nigga, 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 fuck in the Rochambeau?
You ain't scared to blast?
When you got dat iron witcha
Do you bust his ass?
You acts a ass?
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 shit?
When that hoe get flip
Now can you punish da bitch?
You like dem Beamers?
You like dem Benz 500s?
You like dem Hummers?
You like dem big fine womens?
You a playa ain't ya?
None of these bitch niggaz 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 nigga, 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 niggaz 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 bitch huh?
You stompin' ya box in the mud?
A Hot Boy microwave oven
Tatooted up, booted up
None of you bitches lovin'
Your windows are tinted?
You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it?
You don't fuck with dem Nike tennis?
You play with Barettaz?
You sleep in the Royal Sonesta?
You won't fuck 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]

"I Did That"

[Juvenile]

Them Hot Boys out here, ya heard me?
The B.G., headbussin' Moe, fa sho
Bout to make it happen,
Magnolia bout that gafflin'
Valence & Magnolia

[First Verse [Juvenile]:]

I'm in the jungle, of niggas that's lookin' for static,
Two niggas stuck and jackin' just to support his habit,
Them people rollin', so I gotta do what I can,
I gotta pound of that sand I picked up from the man,
The luxuries I gotta have it, black savage,
He's in the streets holdin' up traffic,
With the plastic, Desert Eagle .45 automatic,
My glass is, filled with J.D. and coca-cola classic,
And niggas that playa-hate I got somethin' for yo asses
I'ma act a donkey, boy you best not run up on me,
You niggas phony, that's why I did that to your homie,
For instance, when the Mac-9 will erase your existence
So distance, yourself from me cuz my conscience be clickin',
Niggas be paranoid when they see I be dippin',
Sayin', man let me go, he bout to stomp on that trigger,
Somebodies wig get split in the middle of the street,
I got your brains to show you bitches, stop playin' with me,
And ain't no thing I got my ruger and I aint' scared to die,
Cross that line and I'ma shoot'cha and tell your Mommy bye-bye,
Hungry for money, like vampires hungry for blood,

Better get to runnin', solja reeboks is in the mud

[Chorus [Bulletproof]:]

Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,
With a strap hollerin' "Nigga what you said?"
That iron again is mine right? Snatchin' for a kidnap,
People out that project say Juvenile you did that?
That iron again is mine right? Snatchin' for a kidnap,
People out that project say Juvenile you did that?
Man, Juvenile you did that...

[Second Verse [Big Moe]:]

Don't get caught up fools, in the wrong way,
Cuz them niggas out that Lio stay totin' them A.K.'s
The baddest trigga happy niggas I ever saw,
Calliope niggas play the muthafuckin' game raw,
So don't get'cha self in a jam,
Cuz these niggas I hang with really don't give a damn,
With the quickness, nigga they put them K's to use,
Niggas like Wango, Wine, Spig, and my boy Deuce,
So any nigga want some drama get strapped,
So I can put your bitch ass in my Rest In Peace wrap
Cuz dead, yeah, is what'cha gonna be,
If you fuck with this nigga from that C-P 3,
So don't be fuckin' with me,
Cuz you'll be lookin' down the barrel of a nine double M, homie
And with a nigga like me, holdin' the gat,
I'ma pull the fuckin' trigger and bust ya head to the fat,
Then watch your brain run down the city drain,
And after that, leave the spot cuz Frank Mignon's comin' to get the remains,
So all you gangsta ass niggas tilt your hat,
And plus that bullshit y'all niggas out here are tryin' to do?

I fuckin' been there and done that

[Chorus [Bulletproof]:]

Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,
With a strap hollerin' "Nigga what you said?"
That iron again is mine right? Snatchin' for a kidnap,
People out that project say Big Moe you did that?
That iron again is mine right? Snatchin' for a kidnap,
People out that project say Big Moe you did that?

[Third Verse [B.G.]:]

Don't make me pull my pistol nigga, cuz fa-shiggidy I'ma use it
This life you strugglin' through you gone lose it,
I come through actin' foolish, with semi-automatics,
Shit get hectic, blast, or get blasted,
I'ma a Baby Gangsta bout drama, bout buckin',
Full of that dustin', you bust, I'm bustin',
You shoot, I shoot
You miss, I hit,
Hot Boy representin' that gangsta shit,
Stop playin' with the young soldier, believe,
You jeopardizin' what's on your shoulder, you shoot at me
Take it to the streets, you ain't bout that action,
Packin' two twenty-three's, sweepers knock you off your feet,
St. Thomas still got them bags for twenty-five,
Before I go on the pride, I'm full of that Worldwide,
Goin' for crime I'll spank them, can't swim with the sharks,
Through this water, muthafucka I'll spank'em,
Get'cha mind right, nigga, fuckin' with me,
Think twice I tote iron I'ma a true B.G.,
Fuckin' right, I split hats, and I tote Mac's,
I be fuckin' with silver packs, now what you know about that?
Got the all black fit, ready to put in work,
But niggas actin' like jerks, I put dicks in the dirt,
I run with Juvenile, cuz he's a gangsta ass nigga,
Niggas huntin' like they bout it, but I'll spank that ass nigga,
So who wants some beef? Let me show you I don't play,
Told ya I'm that type that'll hit'cha block everyday,
If you're real, you'll bust back,
But if you fake, I got'cha warning in all-black,
It's no escape, I did that

[Chorus [Bulletproof]:]

Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,
With a strap hollerin' "Nigga what you said?"
That iron again is mine right? Snatchin' for a kidnap,
People out that project say B.G. you did that?
That iron again is mine right? Snatchin' for a kidnap,
People out that project say B.G. you did that?
Man, Juvenile you did that...

"Roll With 'Em"

[Juvenile:]
It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black calico
Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho' it's bout to go
Niggaz graduated from sellin' dope to snortin' dope
Gangsta be bustin' heads
Lil Reggie be bustin' heads
K.C., he be bustin' heads
Think I ain't 'bout nustin' heads
Boddies bled, I'll put infrared up in your Cutlass
You play with 226, that's my clique so I say fuck it
Ruckus, war deep, World War III in the mix
5 Hot Boy$ runnin', bringin' G's to they clique
With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz ain't breathin'
You recievin', a punishment for not believin'
Curly head lookin' for me, cause I'm hot and word don' got loose
Bundles of dope fronted, from the Magnolia to the Goose
Snitches wanted to testify the shit that they know
Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blow
Look I been walkin' way mo', with a coat full of yeh-yo
Nothin' but clientele, from 11-5, sale
You don't think it's legal, nigga we can take it to the scale
You gon' double your money, gon' get credit make your bail

[Chorus: Juvenile (4x)]
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down frome no nigga, they got a place for me

[Juvenile:]
My biological father, was a sperm donor, around the corner
Was the man that killed lil Lanny, who knew we'd understand it
That way that, my mother was heartless to her kids
So he took us in his home, and he raised like his own
Now we grown, and we learned responsibility,
The devil tryed to get wit me
To affect all of my dickin' inability
But it's gon' be some shit, when a collision is occurin'
Asurin', of me bein' a factor, through '97 and after
And I'ma have to, get my ten percent
Or I'ma get punished, like the rest of these niggaz and there's evidence
'Cause ever since all these cars and all these mansions, and all these
luxuries was givin'
You wasn't givin' no thanks, to the reason you was livin'
So I'ma keep an open mind and make the right decision
And ain't tell you niggaz shit, and put my self in a position
That's unescapable, 'cause you capable, of puttin' my life in danger
And it's causin' confusion, confusion draw conclusion
And shootin' up some niggaz that pose a threat

Until somebody warns you that you're close to death

[Chorus: Juvenile (4x)]

[Mannie Fresh:]
Don't love ya, don't need ya, so why the fuck would I feed ya
You bitches want my riches, delete ya
Cause it's movin', it's shakin' number one spot takin'
Rap shite tight and money we be makin'
Clock six figures, with brown beats and triggers
Drinkin' from the riggers, poppa said the gon' fig us
Everything I make, and everything I drive
Everything I scratch and everything I ride
Touch it, , live for it, you niggaz kill for it
The new Juve tape, got you hoes loosin' weight
Can't get your life straight, music to masturbate

[Juvenile:]
Test a, nigga like me boy and you better
Have on your bulletproof sweater, ridin' in an armored Jetta
Beware of these, thugs in E's
Everytime you breathe you recievin' a part of me
Look, my lyrics be combustable like gases
When I'm grabbin' for the mic and performin' for your masses
I'm never found on the ship that's steady sinkin'
Total control and all about self my way of thinkin'
Bankin', off top, runnin' with them boys from the block
Totin' glocks that we only use when we put on the spot
Now I got, a reason to live for than to die
Keepin' a tight inventory on my supply, of gettin' high
Know when to stop, don't wanna be it, can't even see it
Not even them little niggaz that I be wit'

[Chorus: Juvenile (10x)]

I'm gettin' tired, of this bulshit that we hearin'
I'm gettin' tired, 'bout to get my iron ready to ride
Ready to ride
Ready to ride
Ready to ride, lil wodie
Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down frome no nigga
Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down frome no nigga
Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down frome no nigga

"Pimpinabitch"

[First Verse:]

The Mac Melph Calio walker, the shot caller the big baller
The fiend that'll sell your daughter,
The 6th & Baronne connection,
No disrespect to my section
The nigga who made you who you is,
The nigga who put furniture in your crib
The nigga that'll burn you where you live,
The landcruiser snatcher, the coop-filter King smoker,
The nine toter, the glock cocker, the fine chopper,
The kill the cop blocker,
The brown, dirty forty bottle,
The Freret Street hoe driver,
The old Saab, the rusty Faygo getter,
The Swisher Sweet babysitter,
The pluck hood seller, the Good fella,
The twenty-one year old Beretta,
The Ca$h Money contract receiver,
The erase a non-believer,

The chicken wing eaters

[Chorus:]

We Pimpinabitchandcheckinthemnigg as because we comin' from Uptown

[Second Verse:]

God the lowly spinach givers,
The U.T.P. liver splitters,
The dice game riches,
The card player, the Magnolia hallwayer,
The herb smoke follower, the St. Ide's swallower,
The Fa Sho hollerer,
The reebok wearer, the Camoflauge era,
The White boy terror, the duckin' undercovers,
The project muthafuckas,
The Tulane & Broad escapers,
The 1997 paper chasers,
The teenage cellular phoner
The Uptown big boner,
The sip on Corona,
The Bayou classic, hoe attraction,
Bout that action, pussy satisfaction,
Situation starter, War to starter,
The spin the dime to chip up the plastic glock ripper
The fire screen ripper,
The B.G. CD listener,
The Big Boy headache giver

[Chorus (3X)]

[Third Verse:]

The penitenairy time doers,
The three time losers,
The heroin users,
The sixth and Willis twillers,
The L.D. and T.C. nigga,
The Clara Street killers,
The Calliope cut-throaters,
The Melphanine duct tapers,
The St. Thomas duct tapers,
The Valence Street kidnappers,
The Holly Grove bitch smackers
The Pigeontown chopper toters,
The Gert-Town fire smokers,
The crooked copper,
The politician shit popper,
The faggot preachers,
The hypocrite teachers,
The gumbo cooker,
The Bourbon Street hookers,
The aluminum can pickers
The drug dealer ass kissers,
The pork chop eaters, the CYC dick beaters
The bet'cha I could beat'chas,
The Holy Karan readers,
CMB ballers, the record business shot-callers

[Chorus (6x)]