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Song: Back that ass up
Artist:Juvenile
Album: 400 Degreez

(Juvenile)
Got you working with some ass, yeah
You bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah
His last,yeah
Hoes clown when you pass, yeah
They mad, yeah
You gon' ride in the Jag,yeah
With dad, yeah
You could smoke or buy a bag,yeah
A grass, yeah
Got money I confess, yeah
And trash,yeah
I'm a Big Tymer nigga, yeah
Pulling trigger, yeah
A player hater to flip with, yeah
Gon' head and fill it, yeah
I be slanging wood, yeah
Out the hood, yeah
Let it be understood, yeah
It's all good, yeah
Got a nigga screaming large, yeah
On the hard, yeah
A smooth ghetto broad, yeah
I want the broad,yeah
A nigga do a trick, yeah
On the dick, yeah
You claiming you want a bitch, yeah
That ain't shit, yeah
The nigga with the money, yeah
Don't act funny, yeah
Got birds and I'm running, yeah
'Bout a hundred,yeah

(Chorus)
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up
Call me big daddy when you back that ass up
Hoe, who is you playin with
Back that ass up
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up
You'se a fime motherfucker, won't you back that ass up
Call me big daddy when you back that ass up
Girl, who is you playin with
Back that ass up
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up

(Juvenile)
You got to steel, big ass, yeah
Make me laugh,yeah
Make a nigga wanna grab that
Wanna grab that
I'm sweating on the draws,yeah
On hard, yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah
Break you off,yeah
Get, how you gon' yours, yeah
Thats for sure, yeah
You fucking with my nerves, yeah
To the curb, yeah
I know you bitches know, yeah
And it show, yeah
But a nigga got some more, yeah
I'm 'bout to flow, yeah
Fresh off some shit,yeah
In his bitch, yeah
We be making hit,yeah
After hit, yeah
Them titties sitting 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 those hoes, yeah
Bend it low,yeah
Let me run it in the hole,yeah
Let me know, yeah

(Chorus)

(Manny Fresh)
I know you can't stand it
Big Bandit
Done landed
See the draws handed
We can go get it y'all
Gang spilt it y'all
Put the bitch in the wall and I hit it y'all
I'm looking kind of lonely
I'm feeling horny
Put the dick in the middle like Monee
Big,thick plumber chick
And a Hummer chick
Beat the dick like a motherfucking drummer chick
cinch that putty-cat
Look at that
I love a fucking hoody-rat
That's a fact
You'se a motherfucking get it girl
Quit it girl
I'm the nigga, the nigga,nigga
The hit it girl

(Chorus)

(Lil Wayne)
Na, na, na,na,na
After you back it up, then stop
Then wha-wha-what
Dro-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
C-M-P make you drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Dro-drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Dro-drop it like it's hot
Ha

Artist: Juvenile
Album: Tha G-Code
Song: 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)

Shhhh, be quiet
Tonight is the night that we ride
30 camoflauge hummers with niggaz inside
with choppers, doin surgery on bodies like doctors

Juvenile:
I know when to get my ass outta Dodge (ya understand)
Look them people ridin' I'm gonna hide (ya understand)
I'm a wait until them bitches slow down (ya understand)
Cuz I ain't tryin' to be jail bound (ya understand)
It ain't over till the fat man fall (ya understand)
I'm just waitin' on the right phone call (ya understand)
You know them hoes gon' let me know where they at (ya
understand)
Nigga got me I'ma go get em back (ya understand)
One by one they all gonna drop (ya understand)
Right here is where the foolishness stop (ya understand)
I'm tryin' to get the bullshit over (ya understand)
Cuz I wanna go and chill in the 'Nolia (ya understand)
We need to get some more ammunition (ya understand)
Cuz somebody's bout to come up missin' (ya understand)
Now everybody hop in the truck (ya understand)
And when ya see one of them bitches ya bust (ya understand)

Chorus

Juvenile:
Fuck jumpin' out I'm a slang me some iron(ya understand)
When I catch them niggas all of 'em dyin' (ya understand)
Nigga listen up to what we gon' do (ya understand)
I'm about to give the game to you (ya understand)
That's the reason why I came to you (ya understand)
Cuz playin' ain't the thang to do (ya understand)
It ain't that hard I did it before (ya understand)
U just gon' make sure let nobody know (ya understand)
I'll bet ya them boys wanna rep (ya understand)
They tryin' to get the shit off they chest (ya understand)
It ain't over lil daddy be cool (ya understand)
Nigga tired of the nigga we through (ya understand)
You know you better stay pretty cool (ya understand)
We bout to go and punish this fool (ya understand)
Hop out the car and let that iron ring ya understand)
That's the end of this stupid ass thing (ya understand)

Chorus 2X

Shh be quiet
Shh be quiet

Lil Wayne "The Block Is Hot"

*Lil Wayne*
Straight off tha block hoe
Vest in my hand trusting no man
Got my glock cocked
Running in sand you understaand
It be steaming blazing
i swear boy its crazy
hollygrove 17 tha spot where i was raised in
dey be bustin heads hoe runnin duckin feds hoe
rocks under they tongues hoe ki's under dey beds hoe
good for tha real soldiers 24-7 hustlers (ehh)
untill we shove a barrel down yo pipe sucker
ain't no love for no buster no fear for no coward
no respect for no slut aint no money without power
we deep and make it hotter (bluuh) dats sick and sour
pile up in the eddie bauer and (plucuh) every hour
some of em like that powder pile it up on trains?,
dey drain some like that trees or that D
and some toot it up it up in dey veins
i'm from tha army that came
jackin and crackin brains
broadcastin live from tha block it's lil wayne

Chorus

*Juvenile*
Wody u got that yayo
*B.G.*
then cook sumthin for me
*Juvenile*
Wody u let them k's go
*B.G.*
Then bust sumthin for me
*juvenile*
Oh u duckin tha law
*B.G.*
U betta run from em wody
*Juvenile*
Oh u playin with that raw
*B.G.*
Then won't you front sumthin wody?

*Lil Wayne*
Tha block is hot tha block is hot, hot , hot (repeat 3x)

*Lil Wayne*
See where i'm from my dogs be buzzed out
dodging cops and burning blocks and we be thugged out
it's time to shine ooh this block is on dubs out
and they got quarters halfs and birds and runnin out
(i got it) its all good in tha hood
posin like I live, soon as you get it hot
(sceer) there go dem people break up tha block
and hit the cut by tha corner store
end up in Ms. Taylor back yard (Big Country on the porch)
Shhh it's tha spot where soldiers murder off top boy
it's tha spot where they ain't got nuthin but some hot boys
we dont know what be goin on we so blunted from trees
we gon be round here all day cause we 400 degreez
usually when it get dark nobody be on tha porch
but little wody with the scarf she flippin out on that porch
just stay in your car and make sure your doors locked
cause this ain't nuttin but war cause the block is zzzhot!

*Chorus*

*Lil Wayne*
watch yo step on my section
gotta walk light talk light
dey don shot out all dem street light
so u can't see no big-b lights
and we like to dress in all black up in my residence
ain't got on no suits cause we ain't tryna be presidents
and ever since the coke drought dem boys been on the trip dog
so u betta watch what ya'll playin wit cause dem boys will try ta flip
ya'll
and hit ya'll jam ya up and put a gun to ya jug
ahh catch a brath now just uhh catch a slug
it's street smarts plently riders dey keep sparks
when the heat starts ain't nobody got sweethearts
callin weak shots u can come try ta cheap talk
we cut ya week short dem Lil' boys don't give a dam
go all out fo tha cake wont hesitate to kill a man
run in his house duck tape a buster him and his fam
tie em up put em in tha van stick a gat in dey jaws
ummuhhh one move blew his cap distance off!

*Chorus*

*Lil Wayne*
Whoop dem people comin cause the block is hot
chiggablaaoh bust yo guns because tha block is hot
sssssss cook it up cause tha block is hot
Say Lil' daddy hook it up cause tha block is hot (repeat 1x)

*Lil Wayne*
My block hot baby my block burnin my block on fire wody what about
yours?(repeat 1x)

*Lil Wayne*
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, hot, hot (repeat 3x)

What!!!

Artist: Hot Boy$ {Juvenile, B.G., Lil' Wayne, Turk}
Album: Guerilla Warfare
Title: Fired Up (We on Fire)

(Mannie Fresh)
Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot!

Verse 1:
(Juvenile):
Wodie, what kinda nigga be full of that drove
What kind a nigga freak shop like a escomo
(B.G.):
Juve, What kind of nigga wanna be like me
one that wanna go get that new lexus jeep, Lil' Wayne
(Lil' Wayne):
What kinda nigga got 10 around his neck what
20 on his wrist what, money by the stretch
(Turk):
My Nigga, what kinda a nigga that a kick in the door
Bust your head, duck tape you hoe, and make her lay on the floor
(Juvenile):
Wodie, what kinda a nigga play the cards how they dealt,
What kind of nigga got something he could show for hisself
(B.G.):
What kind of nigga wanna be like me
The ones that tape don't sell but want a check like me
(Lil' Wayne):
Say dog, what kind of nigga be on top of the world
Million dollar status got me on top of ya girl
(Turk):
Lil daddy, what kind of nigga be bout nuthin but war
Pop out the car with AK and smoke a nigga like gar

Chorus: (HotBoy$)
tha HotBoy$, tha HotBoy$, (We On Fire) Them Niggaz is the
tha HotBoy$, tha HotBoy$, (We On Fire) Them Niggaz is the
tha HotBoy$, tha HotBoy$, (We On Fire) Them Niggaz is the
tha HotBoy$, tha HotBoy$, (We On Fire) Them Niggaz is the

Verse 2:
(Juvenile):
What kinda nigga know what doing bad is
What kinda nigga know what a stolen jag is
(B.G.):
Check it, What kinda nigga that be packing that iron
Something like the HotBoy$ that just don't mind dyin
(Lil' Wayne):
What kinda nigga just dressed in all black
Fitted hats, long plats, 4 slugs by the tex
(Turk):
What kinda nigga ride 20 inch chrome turning off his phone
cause hoes don't wanna leave him alone
(Juvenile):
What kinda a nigga know police is coming
What kind a nigga quarter keys be runnin
(B.G.):
What kinda nigga got two lex (rolex) on his wrist
What kinda nigga a freak out and beat his bitch
(Lil' Wayne):
What kinda nigga just don't giva you know
Hit the set and shot 4 one more see 'em go
(Turk):
What kinda a nigga wear ReeBok tennis shoes
Takin off his shirts just to show his tattoes

Chorus: (HotBoy$)

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