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Juvenile lyrics Hide Out or Ride Out lyrics [Lil' Wayne] I strike a load you get served like we toke with fake busta get smoked with aproach it I explode it unload it reload it unload again and pull another left hand fifty shots to win i can't lose its impossible plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin' you i be 'bout strings hittin' the beef gigga head then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet jet off the scene with the uptown fighter red dot sighters all week night flighters i'm a get ya', when ya' least expect it cock the glock jacket a vest can't protect it boy, is ya' ready i'll leave yo' set wetted slugs flyin' high, got yo' body real heavy you can't move, ya' got buff now your stuck left Wayne on the set, and yo' boys to pick you up out cold head swoll eyes closed i know for sure you ain't gon' test me no more yo' block tore yo' family in black clothes you got blowed and in ya chest is many holes this goes for Lataranza Elmo i show how uptown niggas roll ya' big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya automatic, black chopper trigger pullin' that's how we be loadin' clips then release eight deep in the three-hundred E leather seats and in the trunk artillery up the streets where i started sure ain't for me the B.G. that's the name I go by test me you die S Kangol Y hide out at the club, slide out ride out yo' block 'bout to die out move ya' people i'm burnin' down the whole streets the night creepers 'bout to heat our enemies lights off masks on, creep silense lights gone we done left yo' block wired retaliate wait no your not boy 'cuz i'm a Hot Boy nine milli cock boy chopper gunnin' hoes scared of slugs, runnin' start movin', me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin' [Juvenile] we left yo' brain sick up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin' the bricks a young black crucifix up in the dirt i be knockin' dicks smooth and beretically, my pockets rocket to six figures and polverizin' niggas pullin' A.K.'s and two triggers my potn's stand on the side of me they only come out at night them deamons got me on a flight duck tapin' and takin' life or even worse it could be three O'clock, on a Sunday by church yo' brains might have to burst you shouldn't have fucked with me first since them bullets was cappin' adam's apples i'm scoutin' got richer penintentiary ward for the national guard to come get 'em very seldom do you see me, when you do what do you do bust back, better be a head shot if not it's you i'm comin' around the corner 'bout to pulla meatball on ya' purses like a coat and them houses in calico me and Lil Turk heard of a merger on a murder fifty G's (grand) on his head what ht fuck did you said fifty G's (grands) for sure that nigga live next door call the man let the sucker plan look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask 'em don't say no more 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 ringin' in my ear, i'm not scared 'cuz i'm a solja and solja's have no fuckin' fear in my sleep at night i'm seeing war fights wakin' up thinkin' that a nigga took my fuckin' life unnecessary shit mind clickin' like a light switch to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch don't give a fuck steady bangin' and dodgin' camoulflagin' with the mack alive and don't have time for these dog hoes goin' through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four [Juvenile] What's this shit i hear 'bout you boys potna's in crime if that's true i'll punish you bitches for the last time now you gon' shine let me put somethin' on ya' mind lil' cowards takin' hits and protecting shit it's a for sure thang i'm a brang or i'm a wet ya best to be 'bout yo' business, if not, God bless ya look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn't strong that's when we do ya wrong they both come and they gone off-toppers i'm a get with you and ya' potna's (patners) T.C., L.D., and Williard street with choppers drama hittin' a niggas cash we play it right though i'm comin' to get a niggas ass like i'm them white folks look, better be 'bout it if not better be rowdy it's all in yo' mind, ha you gon' shine, ha i doubt it Other Juvenile lyrics: U Can't See Me lyrics Shake Dat Azz (If You're A Player) lyrics Ha lyrics Gone Ride With Me lyrics Flossin Season lyrics Ghetto Children lyrics Follow Me Now lyrics Welcome 2 the Nolia lyrics U.P.T lyrics Run For It lyrics Ha (Hot Boy Remix) lyrics Rich Niggaz lyrics Back That Azz Up lyrics Off Top lyrics 400 Degreez lyrics Juvenile on Fire lyrics Ha (Jay-Z Remix) lyrics Solja Rag lyrics I Did That lyrics Roll With 'Em lyrics Pimpinabitch lyrics Livin in the Projects lyrics Who's Tha M.F. lyrics Spittin' Game lyrics 3rd Ward Solja lyrics Welcome 2 Tha Section lyrics Money on the Couch lyrics That's How it be Happenin' lyrics Solja Rags (radio version) lyrics U Understand lyrics Fuck That Nigga lyrics A Million and One Things lyrics Take Them 5 lyrics G-Code lyrics Something Got 2 Shake lyrics Da Magnolia lyrics Catch Your Cut lyrics Lil Boyz lyrics Get it Right lyrics Never Had Shit lyrics I Got That Fire lyrics Tha Man lyrics March Nigga Step lyrics Guerrilla lyrics Set It Off lyrics H.B. HeadBusta lyrics 4 Minutes lyrics My Life lyrics Get Your Hustle On lyrics Sunshine lyrics Mamma Got Ass lyrics They Lied lyrics White Girl lyrics In Ya Ass lyrics Set It Off (Radio Remix) lyrics |