Mobb Deep Ft. Bun B & Juicy J - Legendary Lyrics

Mobb Deep Ft. Bun B & Juicy J - Legendary Lyrics:

I feel the blessing even when it's all disguised up
Even when the stress try to pile up
Paper in my hand give me wild rush
Reminiscing on wild us and rolling the miles up
So [?] I'm never putting the pound up
Let 'em hate, bitch, I built it from ground up
I hold the fort down, nigga, know what?
You could see it in the lives that my sound touched
I make money, take money, my aim hungry
Spit a verse, it ain't nothing short of a green [?]
Bucketlist complete, I did a song with Bun B
And Juicy J, who the fuck fucking with me?
I think nada, lame rappers you make me gog up
The part, depart these niggas like I'm shooting commas
State your business or forever hold your peace
Go 'head with that bullshit, motherfucker, I'm sweet

Got damn, who would've thought it would've been me?
Street legend that came up with a pen, G
16 bars to get me out the ghetto
And I always kept it real with the people, I never settle
There's a lot of folks depending on me to lead 'em the right way
Instead of listening to what the radio might play
Some real game for somebody that did it
We be breaking it all the way down so anybody could get it
And I gotta admit it, the road was buffy
Hand-to-hand combats, sometimes I live lovely
You can't win every fight, but you gotta fight though
Just make sure when you [?] right, bro
You don't go in thinking you making history
But looking back in retrospect it ain't no mystery
Nobody ain't ever did what we did then
And ain't nobody to do it again, nigga, we legendary

Legendary niggas, we some legendary niggas
Legendary niggas, nothing you can tell us
Legendary niggas, we some legendary niggas
Legendary niggas, all we do is kill it

Whole life we grinding for the dough
And leave behind a legacy, the legend of it too
It's not an urban myth, no, we are the truth
If anybody gon' do it know we gon' do
Whole life we grind so hard to stay official
And make them niggas hating back [?] tissue
They shit you 'til they stomach, fuck 'em
I ain't never loved 'em
Peace to my niece, they ain't never pulled no dumb shit
Peace to the youth, the young soldiers in the street
[?] to the money, they reminding me of me
When you get get that, better keep that, better not let that drop
Cause someone gon' be right there then take your spot
We got our lane mastered, yeah, we got it locked
My haters wanna be blasted, man, they better stop
For shit get good, you could see his guts
And it's too late to serve you, they can't get you mopped

You see these gold chains of slavers, never had that, made papers
Yeah, I came from the basement, but now I vacate in Vegas
I could sell out in your state, nigga, just to make a statement
Nah, nigga, stay high and bitch I'm with is high maintance
Homie, play me if you wanna, I got all my goons on
We gon' catch a body,but you gon' catch a tombstone
You don't got no hustle, you get cut off like cute bones
Been about crutons, bro, that's why the roof gone
We still coming up, that's what my dollar say
Ain't about no guap then stop, homie, we can't conversate
Mobb Deep and Juicy J been balling harder than Doctor Jay
Broke niggas what we can't tolerate
Got that movie money, model chick came out jacuzzi money
Be that nigga ass, now you wanna sue me money
Still in this bitch, waking up at 5:46 in the morning
Money calling, never stop

Legendary niggas, we some legendary niggas
Legendary niggas, nothing you can tell us
Legendary niggas, we some legendary niggas
Legendary niggas, all we do is kill it

Who the fuck is you and what the fuck do you know?
Where the hell did you come from and where the fuck you going?

Wale - Clappers Ft. Nicki Minaj & Juicy J Lyrics

Wale - Clappers Ft. Nicki Minaj & Juicy J Lyrics:

(Intro)

Don’t mind me, baby

(bounce)

We’re taking over something

(bounce bounce bounce move)

Yall getting it

(bounce)

Just hang on champ

(Hook)

Look, Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce)

Oh yea

(bounce bounce bounce)

Look, Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce bounce bounce bounce)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay, okay)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay)

Look, Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

(Verse)

Bounce bounce bounce fool, now put the sweetie on

Bounce bounce bounce fool then I put my donk donk

Bounce bounce bounce fool I don’t gotta say too much

It’s time for anticipation, keep your way and stay on

Oh, see that from a block away

I ain’t pessimistic, thought I’d drop a couple, not today

Oh, best she call you not today

I go to my my liners I know the game like scrap would say

Oh, I wonder if she shut up

I just know her face so let’s start from the butt uh

And I ain’t had yo mama, think I wanna take yo mama

Says you’ll say your prayer for me

If something happen then we’ll wait up

(Hook)

Now Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Clappers to the front front front front (okay, okay)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay)

Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce bounce bounce bounce)

Oh yea

(Verse)

Yea sir

Shawty gotta shake that responsibly

Made a trip into the sea, what you workin with?

Do you clap that that? Do a hashtag

Girl I’ll make your booty move I’ll do a perfect split

She got the fattie, she got she got the perfect

I wish I wanna get free, think about workin hips

I’m high in the clouds I’m not comin down

I’m so turnt up I can’t find the ground

Sip it sip it by the pound, smoke it by the by the pound

Make it flow with the one, no no might drown

Cheesy got chips like Fritolay

And I get these chips out of DOA

I’m so dope, boy fresh that

You think that I’m sellin blow tape

Don’t check the V, I made and did her pregnant and her throat

Shawty bust it open for me, I’mma throw this cash

Shawty throw that like a hail Mary dance

I’m fuckin me a new shit every night

Make that make that clap, I don’t care about that cellulite

(Hook)

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Clappers to the front front front front (okay, okay)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay)

Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce bounce bounce bounce)

Oh yea

(Verse)

Clappers to the front, got a back wheel full of skunk

By the white boy with the funnel just you finding out what’s up

Look, clappers to the front, all you rappers got the stuff

Now she finna bust to loose it, screamin rest in peace to Chuck

This that beyond V, we at that KOD

And I get CC in this CC but don’t DOC

(Verse)

Shout out to that satellite

Got a real bam bam better say it

I done never been then search it right

Got a couple hood racks on the section 8

Make a nigga come, don’t procrastinate

4450, come crack the case

Got cocky days, come clock today, this 44 fire evacuate

Throw that throw that in here, evaporate

Where your money hidden? Evaluate

If you bout big money elaborate

I’mma shake this, shake til I graduate

(Hook)

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Clappers to the front front front front (okay, okay)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay)

Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce bounce bounce bounce)

Oh yea

Bounce bounce bounce bounce…

Bounce bounce bounce bounce…

Sayin rest in peace for cha yea yea

Sayin rest in peace for cha yea yea

Sayin rest in peace for cha yea yea

And in that city I’m the one, yea

Let’s go

East street, D street, Rose got a hoe goin

So she callin

Put it out

Count to 10

1 full, 1 fire

Ride through, Garfield

Come by, by 2 fill

Can’t roll, I been about

The separate city, separate city, separate city

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Juicy J - She Solve All Problems Lyrics

Juicy J - She Solve All Problems Lyrics:

I ride in a rose with bullet blue dose
one call to my goons they invade your home
I’m out here get money I take her my business
new range on, to chains on
I’m rounding round and give it
nigga I hear poppin guns like we ain’t gonna get em
nigga think we’re playing games till we catch them slippers
get that tag on your toge hope your catch can fix you
your mama cry in the church with your baby sister
fucking what the white girl call her Taylor Swift
but that bitch to your face until you get a face lift
nigga keep talking they go on gray
but we shooting sights so you deal way

Hook:
I got this flight bitch she a fine ass model
I like to squeeze her ass, I like to hear hola
what my fines low she is going and get them dollar
what I love about her she solve all problems
I got this black bitch she a fine ass model
I like to squeeze her ass, I like to hear hola
what my fines low she is going and get them dollar
what I love about her she solve all problems
she solve all problems, she solve all problems
she solve all problems, she solve all problems
what I love about her she solve all problems
she solve all problems, she solve all problems

Hundred rubs the way I miss it, fuck the snitch believe no witness
now you’re sleeping with the fish
should have might your fucking business
straight about the three six..
run upon your damn pot now your body missing for a hundred year Jimmy Haffin
all my niggas real, just deleasing killers
and you won’t know who a killer until it kill you
don’t blame me take a little in the mirror
view a bitch in the street but you catch the whole twitter
we got them guns..niggas call them ghost
when we pull them bitches out nigga wanna talk
you touch the can come when you with your partners
but they too busy run it to even see who shot you

[Hook:]

Wiz Khalifa - Blindfolds Ft. Juicy J Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - Blindfolds Ft. Juicy J Lyrics:

Real trippin niggas
La musica de Harry

Happy niggas
Uh making my mom but I try to cash nigga
that you time out pop bottles and ..
groceries full

Uh you know I kill
and give me mother f*cker something that I go on
and now I gotta count the money that I been
’cause I get it in
my brand so long, my babe nigga roll on
my babe fry so long
I hate fake nigga and so on
take all the money that I made
the sharing be out the reason that you’re waiting
plus I smoke the ..weed I call it Californication
I ..for vacation I’m callin all this cake
a hundred thousand for the safe
just ballin out I’ma face it
now watch me you should nigga see my pieces truck cropy
my rollin presidential bust the ring that I got all out
plus the dutchy and I ain’t even kocky
confident that I’m the shit
you ain’t the mother f*cker what time it is

Hook:
I’m the ..of my silent time
got my winners up in my speaker loud
and we smokin on gonna need a pall
but the haters can see me now
put the money in the wag
earnin wanna us get money bro
get money in the wag
my nigga on the real, all you see is dollar bill

I blow a hundred band get the f*ck around with
that holdin you in love with the hoe around me
cuffin with the Taylor, would you drink in my paper
my music f*ck my people but tonight I’m doing ..
20 years on and I ain’t falling off
niggas flix about the chick and they run their mouth
Ferrari pull up guess some..up
would a double couple hand and some Monday count
rock it Louie it is I ..Louie that
Louie on my ass, Louie on my head
when I hit the club Louie in my hand
that’s the Louie 13, Louie in my glass

[Hook:]

Wiz Khalifa - T.A.P ft. Juicy J Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - T.A.P ft. Juicy J Lyrics:

Yeah yeah yeah
young niggas in this bitch
trippy ass in this nigga bitch

Creating mother f*cker jeans
ah, and I don’t give a shit
straight up

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane

Number G in my trippy car
more and more I can’t get enough
young Khalifa on that hippy stuff
I’m not breaking down it looks me up
so much shining, so much diamonds
all that there come from so much grounding
so much weed up in my lungs I’m in the air
I’m summer flying, in your town to cop me a town
show em one and I’ll roll one
all my niggas straight drug ’cause it takes one for you to know
becks I’ll never hold none
young niggas with some old lungs
catch em out of your college campus
we roll with a cold one
outside of my new car
my chally park but my old one
got a couple of rollies but I’m using rock a gold one
catching flights and I’m ..planes
Ferrari doors I close them
don’t talk a mill you ain’t saw one
don’t talk a pound you ain’t small one

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane

Smoking and sippin while watchin hoe strippin
poppin and rollin I’m chiffin this pope
..with the fislin..from my bitch she get from my mama
talking like this I’ll be walking like this
sort of new hoes and I buy a few bitch
..looking the number one chiefer
smoking on ..lot of this ..
mix with the.. the lean blue green blue
I’m a f*cking fee, stead on fast fast..with them niggas from supreme
..with blunt I’m done with do whatever
she wanna pop a new..gonna f*ck it letter
forwards stronger..in them bands aint no rich
when this bout to get it high aint nothing you can tell me
..serve that’s my trippy..
I’m like a pimp in the club
working your bitch

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane

Wiz Khalifa - The Code Ft. Juicy J, Lola Monroe & Chevy Woods Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - The Code Ft. Juicy J, Lola Monroe & Chevy Woods Lyrics:

Cash in the bag twirl up in the hash
Blue in the count and I pour it out the mask
Weed and repeat up all night
Cash always leak got hoes all tight
Live and we burn, grind and you earn
Bitch I’m on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin’ up money flippin’ it too
Y’all ain’t heard me but the benjamin’s do
I’m bouncin’ through the club like tiger
I’ma hit the dope, I’ma hit the liquor
Nigga get wrong I’ma hit a nigga
Take a nigga bitch home and I’ma hit her

Reppin’ Tgod, all these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin’ with me
Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor,
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor X 2

Bitch I’m taylored ain’t na hoe cut from the same cut
Realest, this money only thing fame brought
The crown ain’t safe and I’m comin’ for the spot
Snatchin’ all wigs bitch I’m coming for the top
Put a run up on trip how I run up in the shots
Queen Roe, I don’t see nothin’ but the gwap

All my money I’ma get it soon as I get it I’ma spend it
Bought a new car soon as I whip this
Smokin’ that marijuana in it
Takin’ the value down but also taking a pound
And breakin’ it smokin’ it all to me ain’t no savin’ it
Fuck with them pods plus seeds so no shakin’ it
Uh, fuck these niggas they ain’t really nout that
Look I know what these niggas these niggas all rap
What they know about nights that they never come back
But he two shot now shells all in the mac
On the top will never see none of y’all fall back
7-11 homie don’t get ya head cracked
Taylor Gang fam you know I rep that
And we gettin’ bake on anywhere the bread at

Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.

Wiz Khalifa - G.F.U (The Motto Remix) Ft. Juicy J & Berner Lyrics

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Juicy J - Riley Lyrics

Juicy J - Riley Lyrics:

[Hook: Juicy J]
I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't joking nigga, my name ain't Rickey Smiley
Fall up in the club, and we start wilding
I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't joking nigga, my name ain't Rickey Smiley
Fall up in the club, and we start wilding

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
These niggas out here snitching, they with the Rat Pack
Hit 'em with the chopper that's the rat trap
Find 'em in a trash bag off the interstate
House full of gangster niggas never renovate
You snitching you deserve to die, bloody murder
Hating on another nigga cause his trap twerking
Oh you mad cause he fucked your bitch, boy you a ho
What the fuck do you expect, a ho gone be a ho
And your ho is a pro, fuck every nigga she know
You love her dirty drawers so you can't let her go
You out here chasing pussy, you should be chasing commas
I'll cut your fingers off, and mail them to your momma

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Banana clip is guaranteed to knock you down
Niggas talking loud, 'till I come around
(Pussies, what they talking 'bout)...not a sound
Thought he was living life, 'till he met the ground
AK-47, that's my gun walk
I don't run my mouth, I let the gun talk
I'm in love with this Nina can't you see it ho
She got a body on her so I had to let her go
I'm bout to start a riot
I'm on a money diet
I'm from the Mafia ho, so I wouldn't try it
He was screaming, crying
So I didn't buy it
Let the pistol sing to the nigga, like Mariah

[Hook]

Juicy J - Big Bank Ft. Key Lyrics

Juicy J - Big Bank Ft. Key Lyrics:

[Hook: Juicy J]
If I ain't in the Phantom, I'm probably in a tank
Catch me overseas, flock of bitches blowing dank
I'm where you ain't
I'm coping everything that you can't
Get your pockets up, big bank take lil bank
Big bank take lil bank, big bank take lil bank
I'm on a spree fucking bitches, big bank take lil bank
Big bank take lil bank, big bank take lil bank
I'm with the movie stars trippy, big bank take lil bank

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I'm forever gone ball
And I'm telling you dog
If I'm not in the lab, then I'm fucking up the mall
At the car lot, fuck swapping out
I loved everything there, so I had to buy 'em out
Riding round the city, they know it's me
Parera hanging out the window, hard not to notice me
Big bands my convo
Need all that like pronto
Get money with, my eyes closed
Got a condo with a lot of hoes
My ice is like a freezer, Evel Knievel
Shouts to Bombezel, doing something illegal
Love making money and I do it for the people
Ball on 'em once, now here go the sequel

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Key]
Trynna make 'em understand
Gotta make 'em understand
I said that money ain't a thing
I ride around in them Prada frames
I ride around and I take your dames
Since he got money, he ain't been the same
My denim cost, and they denim plain
While you copin' halves, we got 10 of them things
Duffel bag like a gymnast mane, deep off in your girl
Said I pray to God for my sins and (?)
Thank you Jesus like amen
8 million, 8 million, flippin bitches at the Days Inn
That Cali Kush is so amazing
That Kickstand, I'm so faded
My lighter lit, my blunt blazing
I'm coming down and them niggas hating
Gotta go and get it, I'm money crazy
Go and get it, I'm money crazy
Big bank said it's taking little bank
Said I'm probably at your girls' house, twisting up and blowing stank

[Hook]

Juicy J - Get Higher Lyrics

Juicy J - Get Higher Lyrics:

[Hook: Juicy J]
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean, then light it
Pop a Molly, drink some orange juice, get higher
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean, then light it
Pop a Molly, drink some orange juice, get higher
(Get higher), get higher, (get higher), get higher, (get higher)
Pop a Molly, drink some orange juice, get higher
(Get higher), get higher, (get higher), get higher, (get higher)
Pop a Molly, drink some orange juice, get higher

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Juicy J be throwed
Body movement slow
All a nigga do is sip lean and fuck hoes
Smoking with a queen
And she popped a bean
Call my niggas over, and let her fuck the team
And I'm taking drags
From the volcano bag
Pop off a couple of Mollies, reaching for the hash
I'm so fucked up, playing PS3
I'm bout to start a fire, Juicy J TNT
Matching antenna seats
Drinking on Hennessy
And my crib in Cali look like a dispensary
Toss that roach, where the lighter
Kief in the blunt, nigga get higher

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Trippy as a fool, I got that double cup addiction
All these bills I'm popping, I'm in the water like I'm fishing
Two foreign bitches
And I got 'em kissing
Marijuana ménage à trois, nigga that's the mission
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Swisher full of pizzurp
Molly got the white girls going straight berserk
Styrofoam cup, nigga this ain't no Icee
I put hash on top of the weed like motherfucking icing
Can't no nigga do like me
This Bubble Kush, no (?)
Copped a whole pound, this trippy like (?)
Your main bitch my groupie, I see why you don't like me
I put Molly on the tounge, of any nigga wifey

[Hook]

Tyga - Mack Down Ft. Juicy J Lyrics

Tyga - Mack Down Ft. Juicy J Lyrics:

hook:
ah i say hush little baby baby got a little mack down
one real nigga bitches know my back round
bring me oh oh hundreds hundreds the sound
world around town bitch i lay my mack down.
hush little baby gotta lay my mack down
one real nigga bitches know my back round
bring me oh oh hundreds hundreds the sound
world around town bitch i lay my mack down.

sippin off from .. chillin was some light bitches
cause richy bitches hundred i ain’t pitch it i’ma catch it
around my pip around the pressure
lay my money on the ..shut the f*ck start undressing
i ain’t ..stop confessing be ..hoes in the ..
five ..that all cadillac sheet tighter on the back
put the woopie woo woo ask super fast
i’ma had this nigga i skip the b hard attack
talk your diamonds and i’m shining what i’m blinding you
no time to eat for you i call it round madonna
‘cause you’re like a bird to the money
caught that madonna shit ..versace ..run them dress
stepping on this ..

[hook:]

juicy j the shit no nigga i’m get money out to ass
money over bitches me you get money out the ..
all this been just for fun i think i ..
twenty hoes a hundred rest fake is just a gamble
all you ain’t going row tryin to keep up with me
you baby my head is dawn i call the ...
cash you talk for me you be cash to talk to me
you the cash keep coming like the cash be stalking me
movie say they getting money
just because they got a mouth
..friendly’s louie daffy got a larger mouth
you haters fall enough i’m still getting paid
i got so many bands i get .. away

[2 x hook:]