Juvenile

Project English
ft. Baby, Lac, Steppa, Mike, Sickwitit, Big G [Let's go]
ft. Lil' Wayne[What U scared for]
ft. Big Tymers & Mickey [Let's roll]
[H.B. HeadBusta]
[Mamma got ass]
ft. TQ [My life]
ft. B.G., Big Tymers & Lil' Wayne [Sunshine]


Let's go
[Baby talking]
Whut's happ'n, whut up G(G-G)(H-B-G's nigga)believe dat Hot Boy fo life
Nigga, we gon' do this for all tha projects around tha world right
(Mag, Melph, Callio)H-B-G's, B-G-F, we ridin out on this Project English
Whut's up G, nigga speak on it(we ride for tha projects)I'm bout to give
These niggas some live entertainment(B-G-F, H-B-G's muthafucka)

[Baby]
Whodi, uh, jump shop let's do this, bitch get wit this
Hot Boys, slow down lil' daddy fo' I hit you wit this cannon
Who, huhn, what, where
Lil' daddy you can stop & stare
Do ya thang ya fool, bitch I been here, I grew here, bitch I been here
Hot Girls, Hot Boys
Bling blingin', ridin' in them new toys
Weezy, Geezy, Turk, Superstar
We dippin' ridin' in them new toys
Juvy's Project English
Baby, bitch I mean this

[Big G talking]
This Big G, get wit em Killa star

[Lac]
I'm from tha Nolia where foot soldiers ride Benz & shit
Where cut throaters always posin' as yo friends & shit
Where news reporters bulletproof they camera lens & shit
A trigger click over & over behind them ends & shit
Yeah all this time had yall thinkin' that it was cool uptown
Like a nigga don't lose they life from them tools uptown
Every night a different nigga catch tha blues uptown
It's so trife young students shoot up schools uptown
An A-T-F kickin' in do's atleast twice a week
It's like I'm hustlin' fo' my health, I can't get past a ki
I'm either duckin' tha po po' or tied up in beef
I'm bangin' up this slow poke who got caught in tha streets

[Steppa talking]
Bitch yall think this a game, Baby ain't playin, he doin' this here
Yall know me, Steppa ya dig, I ain't just start doin' this here
I been around ya dig what I'm sayin', I come from tha old school
I was taught this ya heard me & he know ya dig what I'm sayin'
Whatever, killin', whatever, ya dig
Sick wit it, ain't no joke
Tell em what time it is Mike

[Mike talking]
This Mike straight out tha pen, just from doin' ten
Originial head busta, 3rd Ward Hot Boy

[Sickwitit talking]
This that Sickwitit ya heard me, straight out that Melph
Yall muthafuckas better recpect it cause Cash Money done hooked up wit
A real killa, a head busta ya heard me, I'm a H-B-G & we rollin wit tha
B-G-F's ya heard me, so you better get wit it or I'm gonna get wit you
Ya heard Me

[Big G talking]
This Big G nigga, O-G Cash Money Hot Boy fo' life nigga respect it or
Check it, get wit it nigga

[Baby talking]
Fa sho' homie & Elden I'm ridin' for ya & all these gangstas that We
Forgot & didn't get a chance to get on it, we ridin' for ya, time out
For ya, Cash Money Hot Boy, Project English baby, lets get this money
What U scared for
[Juvenile]
I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot
I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not
I say I hate em from a distance and they scopin' my neck
But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck
And I can already vision people sayin I'm wrong
But I rather his momma than my momma singin that song
Besides chickens gon' be chickens and ducks gonna be ducks
And I'm all around guerrilla that love playin them cuts
Im'a attached to the streets, those niggas in the pens 
Started problems wit ol' tymers that did ten
And this bitch curly head still been in the case
But he aint man enough to leave a real one in the face
And to you 4-6 and 8 bitches wit t.v. Pranks
You jeopardize my ?little quarters? Wanna see me sank
But I got news for everyone of y'all
I know who yah is, plus I won't be satisfied until I go in yah crib

[Hook]
Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too
Lookin fed up so me and Wheezy we comin through
And who ever sides yappin we gon' punish em too
(Repeat x2)

[Lil Wayne]
Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless
Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast
I just got one suggestion, ask yah Testem, this cuz get hectic 
Send one through your son's intestines 
Lock, snock lung through testin's
If the portrait, bodies piled up on porches, it won't be gorgeous 
Ride with the torch, scorchin, ready to blaze
Step in me ways, kidnap your car for 70 days
And let it be said, highly goes the home of a solja 
And if a nigga breathe wrong than its ova
I Neva love yah, my metal slug yah
If you kept on fuckin wit tha squad
But the cowards stomach bias dies, nothin survive
And as far as the coke, 20 bricks month and supply
And as far as the dope, plenty chips, conversin high
Drop 3-2 roll, all black, buttons and shyer
I don't need you hoe
Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes
What?

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Nigga C'mon
You gotta love us
Bumpin inside of humma's
Ride as thugga's, we who be
Think that them coward's busta's
Why we hustlin in they sleep
We be in that powder smuggle by the doubles every week
And if one of them cowards run up try to knock him off his feet
The brotha is Wheezy, love it or leave me
Gats hug it and squeeze it
Crack, bundle it easy
Run it wit these n' murderers, crooks and x-cons
Yah test mine I give it to yah chest 6 times
[Juvenile]
I believe in me and my family cuz niggas is broads 
That leave you slanted, thugged out wit a conspiracy charge
All pussy aint the pussy like money and drugs
I'm dickin bitches that trial and I'm the jury and judge
I make sure I separate it, though I hate when I love
Its just me, Cash Money Millionaires that wackin the plug
Wud-up Lil Wheezy, im laid back up in the cut if yah need me
Its love believe me

[Hook]
Let's roll
[Mannie Fresh]
Look a here, look a here, look a here
New Mannie, Louisiana up in here ya heard me
With the Project English album,
And I'm gonna let young Mickey start this thing off, ya heard me
The New Orleans shit, the new stunna, the new shiner, the new reppa
Walk over here and get cha' shine on

[Mickey]
Uh oh, Chicago's with those N.O. niggas
And we stock indo nigga
Ya see the amount of blood in my kinfolk niggas
And I don't think y'all really understand what y'all in fo' nigga
When a nigga got tens he got two blocks on em'
Catch ya mob street walkin' put them foo fights on em'
MC rodie around, we say fam or pharaoh
Both our families mo' gangsta than the damn Sopranos
They spit choppers and k's, we spray itchies
But we both quick to spray fifty, stay with me
They rock tees and Rees, we rock furs and Nikes
But we both well known for flippin' birds and ice
They stay stunnin a hundred, we say flickin'
They say that shit is fire, we say sendin' fendin'
Get little, that mean we about to leave
The cake is baked whodi, that mean y'all about to bleed

[Mannie Fresh]
Uh oh, shit got damn, you know who I am
I'm as gangsta as Capone in this nasty ass fam
Where the fuck I'm from and where I represent
Platinum plaques, Bentleys, and presidents
Now wait a minute man, I done bought a choo-choo train
Don't chu' have a helicopter, yeah and a plane
You got a two-way pager, well I gotta phone
You gotta a million dollars, well I got I don't know
They say a nigga like me bling too much
Why, cause this watch, this chain, this ring too much
Make them dollars, pop them bottles
We zoned up in Caprices and Impalas (Errrr!)
Disregard that law, pop that car
Step up in the club and buy out the whole bar
Pay attention lil' daddy to the song I'm sangin'
I'ma put cha' on some other shit besides that blang
Daddy truck sharp, mama house bangin'
Brian Williams, just keep on brangin'
Check after check every time ya move ya neck
Nigga if i want it dog I'll buy respect

[Baby]
There you have it nigga, Project English nigga (Uh, uh, uh)
Hood rats and bling blingin' nigga (Uh, uh, uh)
Know what I'm sayin' let's get this money nigga (It go choo-choo)
Hey steppa, hey Mike, stick, pass that bottle motherfucker
We gon' drank till we ain't got no mo' dollars motherfucker
Let's go get this money Fresh
Project English and whatever it come with next
Cash Money, Hot Boyz let's ride nigga
Go to the next tune or something fucker

[Mannie Fresh]
The only plaques I have, are platinum plaques, ya heard
H.B> HeadBusta
[Juvenile]
Get out the way now, hey.. get out the way now..
Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. ahh, ahh
Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. mmm
Get out the way.. get out the way now..

You wonder why I don't smile and don't make friends
or ki-ki with new niggaz; cause I don't know dem
I didn't shoot marbles witcha and you ain't no kin
Kissin ass like you be doin look you ain't no men
The only reason you're talkin crazy cause you drank mo' gin
You can take it there if you want, look you ain't gon' win
And I'm feelin like an example is needed to be made
I'ma take this calico and go bust me a head
They might just won't retailate, they might just be afraid
Some niggaz I been fuckin with controllin what they say
It's still on! They wouldn't let me ride
That was they nigga that we killed so one of us gotta die
Oh yeah, they wanna play ha?
Must really be underestimatin me and this 'k ha?
It must not be meant for you so please get out the way now
I'm one of the best doin this, bout every day now.. hah..

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm warnin ya, I'm tellin ya
A HeadBusta is up in ya area
Don't stand there better be bailin brah
Or hollow tip bullets gonna tear you up

[Juvenile]
I wonder how long it's gon' take 'fore niggaz realize I'm not a game
Look at me nigga, you think I'm playin?
Do it look like everything in my life goin correctly?
Bitch, I'ma be bout it 'til the man come get me
I got a fucked up conscience, and my thinkin ain't right
I got a brand new child but look I'ma slanger tonight
Nigga swellin up his chest, cause I'm bangin his wife
I'm at the bar drinkin Hennessy, he came with a knife
I got my man on the side of me, he scopin him right
He think it's over but he gonna get fucked over tonight
If I got problem witcha I'ma address it, front and center
If we beef in January, won't be until December
I'm tryin to getcha outta here
Like your momma and your lawyer, stuck with four or five open charges
Dealin with you bitches like you're one of my children
Whippin your ass because you left out the buildin

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Fuck with a G ain't gon' never stop
Somebody gotta go - you better have the better plot
Cause if not, little shit could escalate to big shit
One of your little man'sll be the one pay you a visit
Enticed by them neighbors, they gave him a picture
Twenty G's, some toolies, now he comin to getcha
Wodie my life is like a football field
He done crossed the line of scrimmage is the one I kill, and I feel
that the marker should be first and goal
And I got the ball of course, goin in to sco' - nigga
What's my motherfuckin name? Wodie it don't matter
What's the shit up in my hand? A piece of chrome manner
And I just had me a blunt, and a cup of that gin
Don't get scared now motherfucker you in trouble my friend

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Get out the way now, hey..
Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. mm
Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. uhh
Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. uhh
Get out the way now, the CMR is on the way now.. mm
Get out the way now, a Ju-ve-nile is on the way now
Mamma got ass
[Juvenile]
(Daa-aaa-aamn!) She get it from her mamma
She get it from her mamma, she get it from her mamma
(Bring it on in) She get it from her mamma
(Uh-huh) She get it from her mamma
(Uh-ah) She get it from her mamma (uh-ah)
(Uh-ah, uh-ah, uh-ah) She get it from her mamma

Oh where she get her eyes from? She get it from her mamma
Oh where she get her thighs from? She get it from her mamma
Where she learn how to cook from? She get it from her mamma
Oh where she get them looks from? She get it from her mamma
But where she get that ass from? She get it from her mamma
But where she get her class from? She get it from her mamma
Oh where she get that chest from? She get it from her mamma
Where she learn how to dress from? She get it from her mamma
Where does she get her sense from? She get it from her mamma
Where does she get her income? She get it from her mamma
Look, where she get the (?) from? She get it from her mamma
Nigga where she get the joke from? She get it from her mamma
I wonder why she so crazy - She get it from her mamma
Why she wanna be my old lady? She get it from her mamma
Why she be actin like that? She get it from her mamma
Why she ain't give me the cat? She get it from her mamma

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you
Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too
A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you
Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too

[Juvenile]
Why she swear she the boss? She get it from her mamma
Why she always gotta call the law? She get it from her mamma
Why we always havin arguments? She get it from her mamma
Why she always gotta call her friends? She get it from her mamma
Why she always gotta piss me off? She get it from her mamma
Why she always gotta take the call? She get it from her mamma
Why she wore the tight jeans man? She get it from her mamma
Got a nigga ridin hard and I'm tweakin - She get it from her mamma
Why she gotta make it look at honey speakin? She get it from her mamma
Why she got me tryin to get with her this weekend?
- She get it from her mamma
And I heard she could fuck too - She get it from her mamma
She'll leave and make ya stuck too - She get it from her mamma
Who told her I was fuckin 'round? She get it from her mamma
Who told her I was back in town? She get it from her mamma
Who said don't be scared of him? She get it from her mamma
Who said you better marry him? She get it from her mamma

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Who told her not to fuck with me? She get it from her mamma
Who told her I'ma fuckin leave? She get it from her mamma
Who said I'm smokin marijuana? She get it from her mamma
Who said I be up on the corner? She get it from her mamma
All my ties all cut up, shit - She get it from her mamma
Why my windows all bust up, bitch? She get it from her mamma
Oh where she get the lip from? She get it from her mamma
Oh where she get them hips from? She get it from her mamma
Where she learn how to twurk from? She get it from her mamma
Where she learn how to work from? She get it from her mamma
Why does she be with that trippin? She get it from her mamma
We be chillin and she start to flippin - She get it from her mamma
But she still with a nigga doe - She get it from her mamma
And she'll kill for a nigga doe - She get it from her mamma
And when she's shy it's to draw attention - She get it from her mamma
Natural with no extension - She get it from her mamma

[Chorus]

{*quiet ad libs to fade*}
My life
[Juvenile]
Who the fuck - nigga hittin shots in the truck
Hope I'm able to make this right turn, my Neon fucked
The wodie that I'm with, bawlin up like a bitch
instead of tryin to retaliate by bustin his shit
My leg already fucked up, been playin it bald
Now I gotta drive the car too, (?) and all
Left arm on the steerin wheel, right on the Mac
Them niggaz brought it to me raw so I'm bringin it back
Out the window with it dumb sinnin, but I crashed
This boy went straight through window his stupid ass
And I'm noticin I smell gas
Gotta bust a airbag, get out the car fast and haul ass
I still gotta duck bullets that cut through bricks
What the fuck I did to make niggaz want do me like this
Won't be long 'fore one of the bullets ignite the gas
They'll meet - even the buildings gonna be ash

[Chorus 2X: TQ - over harmonizing]
My life my life my life my life
My life my life my life my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone

[Juvenile]
I'ma go on to survive but the story returns
After bein treated several months for 3rd degree burns
My lil cousin Denaun flipped out, and murdered his children
I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurtin her feelings
He's lookin at a L, swearin no need for a trial
Accept it like a man bitch or live in denial
Whatchu think the people gon' say, when they look at his file
Hear that little boy, snicker he in here for a while
I had a shit bag on me, I could barely walk
Everybody knew the story but was scared to talk
I read lips when I pull up, right after I park
I hear a nigga say whass happen wo' but not from the heart
Word gotta be out, a lot of tension's in the air black
Your everyday niggaz ain't even muchly makin transac'
If I think about a gun, I'ma get ten
The people got they ears to the streets and they be listenin

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Niggaz be knowin them bitches slippin when I'm dishin
I'd rather be locked down in prison than come up missin
But that goes to show you how fast the laws work
They was peepin with somebody that punished them boys first
Don't they know the people still thinkin I sent the hit
I'd accept it if I did it but they wrong for that shit
To the police, I sounded like the boy cryin wolf
Cause they know I like slangin rice shootin dice with the crooks
Everythang in life I accumulated I took
It's a neverending episode, my life is a book
I'm hot, so I'm ridin round up in Rock(?)
There's a funeral pass, two cops and five limos
Man that's one of them niggaz was tryin to snipe me
I betcha everybody in that crowd don't like me
I should go up in the bitch bustin
But they got innocent bystanders that never did the clique nothin

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

{*TQ harmonizing*}
Sunshine
[Juvenile]
Whoa-ohh-oh-ohh.. come down now rude bwoy
Little Weezy Wez, try and take over as the rude bwoy now

I got a gold two thousand Jag, and customized Cadillac
(I got some shit with 17's on the front, and 20's on the back)
My mom in a mansion, and my dad in a truck
(Player my sister in a 2001 tinted and rimmed up)
I take care of my baby mommas like we still together
(When my brother get out of jail man I'ma buy him whatever)
Credit in my yellow gold in exchange for white
(Y'all saw me at the Source Awards, wasn't that shit like tight?)
Cartier frames with wood grain on the ear
(V.S.O.P. Hennessy, so save y'all fuckin beers)
A diehard nigga, a 3rd Ward nigga
(7th Ward hardhead ready for war nigga)
A Cash Money clown, tattooed and scarred nigga
(I ain't bitchin up for nar' one of y'all funky ass niggaz)
Princess cuts, baguettes and marquises - what that say?
(Bad motherfuckin baguettes in Chinese)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Sunshine - in the middle of the night
Sunshine - with baguettes so bright
Sunshine - every place that I be
Sunshine - all of ya bwoys know me

[B.G.] We be holdin the Cristal high so you can see
The princess cutted Presidential Roley

[Fresh] Sho' Lil, won'tcha scratch the Rover, with the block TV
(You lyin) Six in the headrest, all got new TV's

[B.G.] Well look the other hand, holdin a blunt real high
So you can see the Wonder Woman bracelet sunshine

[Fresh] 2000, Navigation on 19 inches
My mom in the 6 I ain't out ya penny pincher

[B.G.] God Bless Wayne, when I set foot on the scene
I make you take a triple take, at the bling, the bling bling (what?)

[Fresh] Iced out sparklin millionaire on the flo'
Hittin these hoes with shit they never seen befo'

[B.G.] Now when you see my neck, you could just say ooh
That Hot Boy from Cash Money's a fool

[Fresh] In our platinum Benzes with the cat eyes (eyes)
Flat screens in my crib with the flat I's (I's)

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Hold up - there go Wayne, everybody be quiet
Oh my God! He's drivin from the passenger's side
Million dollar conversation when I talk I'm shinin
Nigga I.. puh, puh - spit out diamonds
I change the grill on my truck so I don't blend with niggaz
A young cat like me with Bill Clinton figures
I'ma expensive nigga, drive Bentleys nigga
(?) got it dropped on twenty inches nigga
Best type got navigation system nigga
VCR, PlayStation, televisions nigga
You know stuntin is a habit, chrome on the Navi
TV's in that rear headrest to entertain the traffic
They call me the hot man, got the block on lock man
All my cars chopped man, all my trucks drop man
Trunk full of knock man, wrist full of rocks man
Pants full of glocks man, sunshine spot man

[Chorus]

[Baby] Now you can catch me sunshinin on the lake on Sunday
What's happenin Fresh?

[Fresh] Don't fight, Sunny Delight - it's beautiful

[Baby] Where, nigga, where you, where you be sunshinin at?

[Juve] Yeah I be sunshin up in my, new Cadillac truck
Or my new 2000 Jaguar, ya know me

[Baby] My lil nigga Weezy went and got Baby on his right arm
and Suga Slim on his left arm, whatchu think about that Jesus?
(That's wonderful) Hahaha (that's lovely) that's true
What, we gon' let, lovely take it out with his
R&B album bout to come out, he don't give a fuck about a bitch..

{*all laughing*}

[Fresh] Sunshine is a sport man..

[Baby] Lil Turk sittin there spookin somebody..

{*laughing to fade*}