(ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one)

[Juvenile talking]Whats up everybodyThis your boy Juve The GreatRight here with my people sinisterAnd we about to take y’all back to the old schoolThat old school gangster shitCheck this shit out

Why, why, whyWhy, why, whyWhy, whyCash Money, Rich NiggazLook

[Chorus] – 2XHeard what you said about meSay it to me nowHeard what you said about meSay it to me now

[Juvenile (Verse 1)]You live that life… slangin’ that iron off tha porchWhen a nigga blow… you hit him up with tha torchYou got confidence… you got your chest buffed outIf you buy a Lex… you got your shit clutched outNiggas know your name… ’cause they done heard it in tha penNiggas know your face… ’cause of tha places you done benYour family straight… is that goin’ for somethin’You got your lil’ man with ya… he ain’t askin’ for nothin’Get rid of these roaches… you got a Cash Money toasterReady for …

[Juvenile](Daa-aaa-aamn!) She get it from her mammaShe 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

(helicoptor sound)Juvenile:You ’bout dat paperYou on topYou handlin’ businessYou doin’ swellDown with yo’ partners to da finishAre you willin’To hit da streetz up and make a killin’Are you a villainPushin’ a bentley makin’ millionsDo you do your timeWithout rattin’ on your partnersDo you kill your beefWith a pistol or a chopperIs you da manDo you pay all of your billsDid you make a planAnd won’t stop ’till it’s fulfilledCan you handle cokeCan you handle dopeAin’t afraid to goEven though you knowYa daddy, look yaDo you take care of yo’ kidsIs …

Chorus:
You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is yo make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don’t be cryin and suffering

feat. Skip, Wacko
[Juvenile:]uh huh Remix…Remix….

feat. Skip, Redd Eyezz
[Chorus: Skip - 2X]Keep talkin’ out the side of your mouth (POW!)Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!)“I wa-, I wa-” That’s what I’m talkin’ about (POW!)Keep talkin’ out the side of your mouth (POW!)

That’s you with that bad ass benz haThat’s you that can’t keep an old lady cause you keep fucking herfriends haYou gotta go to court haYou got served a subpeona for child support haThat was that nerve haYou ain’t even much get a chance to say a word haI know i ain’t trippin don’t your brother got them birds haYou ready to bust one of them niggaz head haYou ain’t scared haYou know how to play it haI know you ain’t just gonna let a nigga come and punk you …

feat. Skip[Intro: Juvenile + Skip]You can find me in the parking lotBy the car lot-where we spark a lotUp in the hallway it be dark a lotWe don’t talk to cops cause we all be hot

Verse 1
Woodie we get down but to a certain extentAll that cha shoin’ with them hoes be gettin my name bentI’m showin’ you love but I love my money even moDisrespect me or play me off the top you gotta goMy people made me we aint gettin down no moLook that aint how its ‘posed to be but thats the way its gone goI aint with that front shitThat playin’ with gun shitThat fuckin’ with niggas who think they run shitAll that tongue shitWhen my gone click, niggas silencin’ downYou …

Juvenile:It’s enemy turf that i’m on, so i’ma play it how it goCock the hollow points into my black calicoHit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo’ sho’ it’s bout to goNiggaz graduated from sellin’ dope to snortin’ dopeGangsta be bustin’ headsLil reggie be bustin’ headsK.c., he be bustin’ headsThink i ain’t ’bout nustin’ headsBoddies bled, i’ll put infrared up in your cutlassYou play with 226, that’s my clique so i say fuck itRuckus, war deep, world war iii in the mix5 hot boy$ runnin’, bringin’ g’s …

[Lil' Wayne]
What

feat. Skip, Wacko[Juvenile (Chorus 2x)]Throw up the U if your fuckin’ with meThrow up the U if your fuckin’ with meThrow up the U if your fuckin’ with meThrow up the U if your fuckin’ with me

[Mannie Talking:]Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girlslil children, dogs and catsright now, you are listening to the incredible drum patterns ofDJ Mannie Fresh

(Juvenile)You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got moneyPockets stay full of them big-face hundredsA nigga with tattoos all over his armA nigga with a gold grill, diamonds in his charmA nigga that’ll tell your girl, “Fuck that nigga!”Your givin’ me tha pussy, you don’t love that niggaYou need a nigga that’ll put you in your placePut that dick on ya at anytime of tha dayA nigga that’ll give ya a lil’ somethin’ if it’s rightA nigga that you may not see for three or four nightsA nigga standin’ …

(Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one)

[Juvenile] That’s right, Cash Money done

[juvenile]
Them hot boys out here, ya heard me?The b.g., headbussin’ moe, fa shoBout to make it happen,Magnolia bout that gafflin’Valence & magnolia

[Juvenile]Say BubbaI’m glad you, gave me the green lightso I can write some shit, for my hoodAnd talk about the shit I seeY’knahmsayin? I’ve been waitin for this chance to do thisand express my motherfuckin self, and still make fun at the shitY’all ready to do this?

feat. B.G., Big Tymers, Lil Wayne[Juvenile]Whoa-ohh-oh-ohh.. come down now rude bwoyLittle Weezy Wez, try and take over as the rude bwoy now

feat. Big Tymers, Mickey[Mannie Fresh]Look a here, look a here, look a hereNew Mannie, Louisiana up in here ya heard meWith the Project English album,And I’m gonna let young Mickey start this thing off, ya heard meThe New Orleans shit, the new stunna, the new shiner, the new reppaWalk over here and get cha’ shine on