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time is she cavin'
On top by the day's end
Hey, yeah
Got no issues
Fuck is you complainin' for
Fuck is you complainin'
And I kno-o-ow
Work your nerves

3rd Ward Solja

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

P-S-E thugs
3rd Ward Solja
Wild Magnolia
3rd Ward Solja


I'm an optimal smokin', chopper totin'
Bustin' caps wide open
Top of line coatin',

I've been murderin lines since a juvenile
But now I'm just doing community service
I guess that constitutes as constitutional
Girl you're beautiful
I

A we a run di grung dawg you nuh seet
From di top to di gully everybody a seh we
A one grabba gang nothing neva come cheap
Yo a our world this dem

Shine

Mack 10

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1 [Clean]

2002

[Wayne]
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionaires
So take it there

[Juvenile]
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer,

We Made a way up out these streets we made a way up out this heat made a way up out that box we made a way out to the top 

 Made a way up out these

G-Code

Juvenile

Tha G-Code

1999

the block and open up
We gon' die by that
(repeat)

Juvenile:
We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthals

[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]

Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?


(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm

like
Say dah dawgs dem not jokin
Dawgs dem not jokin
Hot grabba burn
And we ah call it top smokin

I know some juvenile niggas
On some wildin shit
They

Yo rollin dice 
born hustler from juvenile a jus d way mi design 
Mek mi define mek mi tell yuh chop d line 
Put in d hardwork plus d time combine

Yo rollin dice 
born hustler from juvenile a jus d way mi design 
Mek mi define mek mi tell yuh chop d line 
Put in d hardwork plus d time combine

One thing i was thought 
It's always wear before disrespect
Disrespect will not be tolerated


If a bitch get out of line go Boosie on em
Stay real

and fucking these bitches down
Riding in my Impala, watching out for them coppas
And impostas, acting like coppas, trying to buy what I'm selling
As a juvenile

us

Hit from the back, she call me Big Papa
NLB Bando, the real Don Dada
Going In, yeah you know I'm top ten
When we spin, yeah, we spin by the band

Money on the Couch

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for

and got a mind full of stunts
Getting harder to see when your blinded by thieves
Try parting the seas when ya ride on ya dreams
I'm hardly there though

I'm gon get it out the mud like early bird does
These bitches can't tell me nun
Calling her birds eye view cuz she top me up
Eye contact when I'm

1998 Lexus, Dick slangers
Nuts Hangers, from South American
Dom Perignon me a peasant, move on
Can you top a
Nigga with a candy coated helicopter
Move,

slangin rocks
and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top, on the regular
or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your

Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hangin', wrist blingin', just stuntin' and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumpin', ya bitch
B.

The 25, 8 square root villain
Barefoot chillin' in a drop top ride
No socks, no ceilings
Sky be my limit, with a footnote in it
Reading "if we make

it all that I got
And we shooting for the top
When we reach it
When they ask us why we did it
Did it all for the block
That's right hah
When they ask

the frame rate
Of my eyes and the way
My hand would glide
Left-to-right
Side-to-side
Top-to-bottom, line-by-line
While I write what's on my mind
My friends

Stick to revolutions
What you call an evolution
Is a futurstic movement towards
The juvenile youth
Oh the mutiny! Stop shooting me!
Or I'll hang up