Juvenile 4 Minutes(feat Hot Boys Lyrics

4 Minutes(feat Hot Boys Lyrics

[B.G.]

 You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh

 We drop classics nigga, uh-huh

 Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga

 

 Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes

 All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling

 But yet it's my block my hood my set nigga

 Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga

 Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga

 You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga

 I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters

 I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can't trust 'em

 I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now

 I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots

 of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever

 Click clack! I got to have it, no matter

 what, the, situation be

 I'm bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green

 UPT 13 and CMB

 is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga

 

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 [Juvenile]

 Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep

 Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak

 Niggaz comin home tryin to hit 'em a lick

 Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick

 Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz

 Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz

 They stuck in line, but right after it's all over

 The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia

 They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki's

 While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street

 You representin? It better be M-A-G

 Or niggaz gon' get mad and, never let you leave

 A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley

 Willow Street, Robertson and T.C.

 It's on fire from the wars they cause

 A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge

 

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 [Lil Wayne]

 Yes, one-seven nigga, look

 Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty

 Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me?

 Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy

 Prices, cheaper than the average, ki's be

 We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers

 Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers

 What the, hell? What is that I smell?

 No it's not but it's a dead body by the canal

 My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum

 Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him

 Blunts, we pass 'em; guns, we have 'em

 We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em

 My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds

 Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos

 Brrrrrrr! Reload - *tch-chk* explode

 Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what?

 

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 [Turk]

 Look.. look, look

 Plenty got diamonds in my Rolex

 Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin neck

 It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat

 Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped on my gat

 I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat

 Trust that if you play with me I dress in black

 That's a fact don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad(?)

 You head your lose that, ain't no comin back back, I'm tellin you

 Play with me your people people gon' be smellin you

 Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' carry you

 People don't have no money they can't bury you

 Don't have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two

 Bought that insurin yourself cousin

 Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin

 Gun I'ma peel it nigga you can run cousin

 Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin

 

 (I hope you got the message!)