To wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on your tumor,

[Chorus]

[Third Verse:]

I'm straight from the ghetto, the Mac they make the foes shake,
Then I left that spot and I went to the T, where the triflin' hoes play,
They comin' to me and, they blowin' that funky fire,
I'm grabbin' a beer and, them blunts be gettin' me higher,
Due to my clique I walked to the front door,
Hope it ain't them po-po's,
I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind,
"What I have to run for?",
Nobody would want to test me,
Especially comin' to arrest me,
Old body and soul, it's a must I leave you cold,
Keep it chilly chilly, when I'm jigglin' jigglin' money,
Some niggas say okay, but you can say no way,
I'm drinkin' for honey,
If I wouldn't be kickin' these rhymes so funky,
You and your crew would never have bought my shit like junkies,
A part of a "ki" is all that I need,
To get on my feet, up outta the weed,
The capital "C", I do it for weed, and even a "G" for slangin' them kis,
I'm puttin' in it your face, Juvenile lookin' for a bitch now,
Don't have no time for no foreplay, I'm simply gonna lay this dick down
Niggas be comin' with dope lines,
Gimme the chance I'ma flow mine,
I'm tearin' this bitch up in no time,
No fuckin' ya up cuz you know I'm,
Funky like a club that's filled up with fat men fartin',
And never a bad thought in my mind, cuz I'm steadily plottin'

[Chorus]

"That's How it be Happenin'"

That's How It Be Happenin'
That's How It Be Happenin'
That's How It Be Happenin'
That's How It Be Happenin'

Now dis fool name of Terrel
Seems he was doin' swell
Over tha years where he sell
was betta than clientele
my niggas was gettin' big
he slung eva since a kid
and always got glamour rides for all of tha shit he did
he had a bad attitude
nigga selfish and rude
one day he got in a fight in gloom and he gone killed a dude
thats when A.T.F. got hot
surveillance up on tha block
they knew he was runnin' shop
but dis nigga wouldn't stop
terrel was a knucklehead
he said mothafuck a fed
look come if you wanna come and off with you bitches head
surely dem people came
git down on yo face and hand
they took tha dope and choked terrel wit a rope man
he thought he would go to jail
5-0 took tha bitch to hell

they took tha dope and said he got crossed in drug sale

[chorus] [that's how it be happenin'
that's how it be happenin'
i tried to warn my nigga but dem people but they snatched him
that's how it be happenin'
that's how it be happenin'
i tried to warn my nigga but dem people but they snatched him]

tha next one is sharolin
addicted to heroin
gave birth to her son at 15 and now she scared of him
look he was a balla' so
that made her a stupid ho
i heard he sold his dope out a house in the caliope
stung her for much furl
then shot it up his arm
dat dope busst her heart and thats how sharolin left the world
now guess what her son use
he snorted boy(heroin) too
he robbed some nigga dat brung drama to his whole crew
dat multiplied enemies
one of em' slangin' keys
and they got boys who got boys that strapped with artillery's
now he done on his knees
beggin' lord help me please
dat nite he got on dat dope and went out he was off his knees
walkin' without a gun
they caught him roun' hit and run
pulled out dat Tommy gun

knockin' holes in his fuckin' lung

[chorus]

nigga done throwed the cross
and the boss
be the nigga steped on
so he hired 5 killas that snort up that heroin
to keep his self from being affected
whoeva mentioned his name got they head-bust on next shit
that next hit
he sent was up in the 2nd line
dat lexus pulled up shells started flyin
people started runnin' and cryin' lyin'
in tha street was tha one that they came for
bystanders got hit up so a kid in this drug war
that was five
so she couldn't survive
homicides said where they at
it happenin' on our side
but in dem' killas' eyes, they on dat dope so it ain't nothin
reincarnation is the subject of that discussion
shit somebody snitch dem people found tha location
caught 2 out of tha 5 tha they got me down at tha station
boss man say fuck dem niggas and show nuts
one of dem niggas snitch one of dem nigga hush
now tha boss gotta pack up shop and leave town

cuz dem niggas that he know upstate a shank him down


[chorus]

he's mad cuz we bumped him
my nigga jeff they jumped him
i know one of dem niggas and when i catch em i'm gon' stump him
look aw dis heart hea' don't pump no pussy
i'll be forced to do something real bad if you try and push me
i went to see my nigga zoe but he told me "ain't nothin"
i say man dis long way i came in wit somethin'
he came out wit one i say what is these called silver-sacks
he told me no stupid-ass
we call dem my nickel bags
i bus one up wit him cuz he my nagua
at two in the mornin' some niggas was standin' beside us
one of dem niggas had a glock i heard him cock it
he told us shat the fuck up and empty out cho' pockets
i droped it
they grabbed it and got ghosted and layed low
that jackin' happend so fast it fucked up my head zoe



juvenile talkin......

"Solja Rags (radio version)"

[helicoptor sound]
[Juvenile:]
You 'bout dat paper
You on top
You handlin' business
You doin' swell
Down with yo' partners 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's fulfilled
Can you handle coke
Can you handle dope
Ain't afraid to go
Even though you know
Ya daddy, look ya
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 Fresh
Ain't it jive how I rap
Puttin' New Orleans on the map
You brush ya teeth
You on dem hoes
You got dem Ree's on ya feet

With them Girbauds

[Chorus x4:]

Then you a solja partner, put up a solja rag!!!
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag

[Juvenile:]
Now what's happenin' wit' you
You knockin' them heads off too
You do what a playa do
You work in the Rochambeau
You ain't scared to blast
When you got dat iron wit ya
Do ya twerk it fast
You acts a fool
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 a Regal
You 'bout that evil
Look...
You on a ignorant trip
When ya girl get flip
Do you deal with her lip
You like them Beamers
You like them Benz 500s
You like thmem Hummers
You like them big fine womens
You a playa ain't ya
None of these cowards out 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]

[Juvenile:]
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 sufferin'
Your playaz is wit ya
You got your girlfriends wit ya
Since you was a kid,
You was a instant wig-splitter
You twinkle your slug
You ain't no coward huh
You stompin' ya box in the mud
A Hot Boy microwave oven
Tatooted up, booted up
None of these sissys lovin'
Your windows are tinted
You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it
You don't mess with them Nike tennis?
You play with Barettas
You got choppers up on the dresser
You sleep in the Royal Sonesta
You wanna hit Vanessa
You believe in GOD
But can you handle it when its hard
And represent your ward
You be stalkin' the boulevard

[Chorus]

Then you a solja
Then you a solja
Then you a solja
Then you a solja
You a solja partner, put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Now march playa step
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Don't be no fag boy!
Put up a solja rag
Come blow a bag boy!
Put up a solja rag
Holla at me boy
Put up a solja rag

"U Understand"

CMR bitch. G -Code nigga, G-code nigga, G-code nigga

[Juvenile:]
I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I'm a rapper but I'm still a gorilla (ya understand)
I'll whip ya like the Thrilla Manilla (ya understand)
You gon' make me have to kill me a nigga (ya understand)
I'm a be here for a minute lil wodie (ya understand)
Ain't bout to let nobody fuck over me (ya understand)
I don't need ya playa hatin' on Juvey (ya understand)
Don't be talkin' about what you gon' do with me (ya understand)
I'll ride everyday of the week (ya understand)
Ya get ya issue when ya playin' with me (ya understand)
I'll crawl at the spot that ya sleep (ya understand)
Get with my niggas from the block and we creep (ya understand)
Load it up cock it back and get ready (ya understand)
Make sure you be holdin' it steady (ya understand)
We gon' go in there and blow the bitch up (ya understand)
Soon as we get 'em we gon' all get the fuck (ya understand)

[Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)]

"Fuck That Nigga"

[Juvenile]
We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white
We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
We'll tell a nigga, "Fuck ya!" and be waitin' outside for him
Bust him up and see how many niggas gon' ride for him
Play the project bricks and watch for the law
Nigga come to my section, we to they section and ward
We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin' niggas that be showin' off with they broads
Nigga catch a felony... he takin' his charge
Niggas turnin' state... we rapin' the boy
It's a hard life we livin'... they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes for killin'.. I'll attack like a rhino
Some of the time... motherfuckers be off they bases
Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces
But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's

[Chorus2x B.G.]
Man, pop that nigga
Man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga
Man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch