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Juvenile f Lil Wayne, Turk - Solja Rags

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[Lil Wayne]
I strike a load you get served I ain`t to be joked with
Fake Buster get smoked with, you provoke it
I explode it, unload it, reload it, unload again and
Put another clip in, 50 Shots to win I can`t lose its Impossible
Plus I got a Chopper 50 Shots bout to be droppin` you
I be bout straight hittin` the beef kicker the set then
Leave the set and leave a beef kicker wet
Jet off the scene with the Uptown Fighters
Red Dot Sighers, all week Night Flighters
I`ma get `cha when ya least expect it
Cock the Glock check it, a Vase can`t protect it boy
Is ya ready? I leave yo set wetty
Slugs flyin` high got ya body real heavy
Ya can`t move, ya got bucked now ya stuck
Left wet on the set, tell yo boys to pick ya up
Out cold, head swole, eyes drove
I know Fa`sho you ain`t gone test me no more
Yo block tore, yo Family in black clothes
You got blowed, and in yo chest is many holes
This goes, A Lot of rounds of Ammo
I show how Uptown Niggas drove
Ya fake boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
Automatic, Black Chopper Trigger Pullers
That`s how we be, loadin` clips then release
Eight deep, in the 300 E, leather seats, and in the trunk atiliary
Up the street, where I score shoul ain`t for me
The B.G. that`s the name I go by
Test me? You die ask Kangol bout it
Hide Out, if ya clip slide out, Ride Out
Yo block bout to die out
Move yo People I`m burnin` down the whole street
The Night Creepers, bout to heat our enemy
Lights Off, Mask On Creep Silent
Life`s gone we don`t left yo block quiet
Retaliate wait, know you not boy
Cause I`m a Hot Boy, Nine-Milli Cock Boy
Chopper gunnin` you scared, you see us runnin`
Start movin` me and Juvey when we comin`

[Juvenile]
In yo lap yo brain sit, got a Chopper splittin` through bricks
A you Black Crucifix, up in the dirt I be knockin` dicks
Smooth and Beretically, my pocket rockin` to Six Figures
I`m polverizin` niggas pullin` K-F`s with two triggers
On my body theres a side of me
It only come out at night though
Them Demons got me on a flight
Duck Tape`N and takin` life, or even worse
It could be Three O`clock, on a Sunday by Church
Yo brains I`ma have to burst
You shouldn`t have fucked with me first
Gettin` full of some Malcolm, Adams Apple I scalp `em
Got Richard Penatin callin` for National Guards to come help him
Very seldom when ya see, when you do what do you do?
Bust back, better be a head shot, if not then it`s through
I`m comin` around the corner bout to pull a Meatball on ya
Fully dressed like a hoe, and in my purse is a Calico
Me and Lil Turk if you heard of a merger on a murder
50 G`z on his head, what the fuck did you say?
50 G`z Fa`sho that nigga live next door
Call the man, give him a rang, left the sucker change
Look I fuck with that rap shit, but acts a donkey on the low
A Hot Boy representin` this bitch like Black and Moe



[Turk]
I start to poppin` niggas start to droppin`
I`m havin` fatal thoughts I think I`m fuckin` Shell Shockin`
Niggas bangin` Four, Five rangin` in my ear
I`m not scared, cause I`m Soldier, and Soldiers have no fuckin` fear
In my sleep at night, I`m seein` war fights
Wakin` up thinkin` a nigga took my fuckin` life
Unnecessary shit, mind clickin` like a light switch
Who picked you up on any nigga or any bitch
Don`t give a fuck, steady bangin` in dodgin` camoflaguin`
With my Mack- Elivin` , Hot Boy$, that whole Ca$h Money Click
Don`t fuck with, unless we known to get in yo shit
I`m Shell Shock bitch, only thing on my mind
Kill a nigga with that fuckin` Chrome-9
Don`t have time for them dog hoes
Goin` through a stage with that Chopper and that 4-4

[Juvenile]
What`s this shit I hear about you boys Partners-N-Crime
You think you U.N.L.V. punished you bitches the last time
Now you gonna shine, let me put somethin` on yo mind
Look I was born in this bitch for taken hits, and protectin` shit
Its a Fa`sho thing, I`ma bring drama or I`ma wet `cha
Ya bests be bout ya Issue, if not God bless ya
What make you think 2-2-6 wasn`t strong?
That`s what we do, you wrong
They both com and they gone
Off Toppers, I`ma deal with you and yo Partners
T.C. , L.D. , Willard Street with Choppers

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