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Albums:

Juvenile Presents: Street Stories (UTP) · Big Tymers Featuring the Hot Boys/Juvenile (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock'n'Roll Juvenile (Cliff Richard) · Juvenile Hell (Mobb Deep) · Juvenile Hell (Mobb Deep) · Juvenile Product of the Working Class (Swingin' Utters) · Self-Non-Self (Cranes) · Self-Titled Album (The Audition) · Self-Inflicted Aerial Nostalgia (Guided by Voices) · The Century of Self (...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead) – and 90 other albums »


boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick,
Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles,
Let's go

8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin',
And my 8 album
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no famous guest
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no famous guest
and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York New
Everything in my muthafuckin' eyes
I seen my parents get killed 
To my muthafuckin' eyes
I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
I seen Pac, yak, die in
Everything in my muthaf***in' eyes
I seen my parents get killed 
To my muthaf***in' eyes
I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
I seen Pac, yak, die in
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild, juvenile rippin' mics
superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big royalty check
I feel this nigga mad 'cause I fucked his bitch
I feel like
People Are Scared
By Subhumans (UK)
From the album "Time Flies... But Aeroplanes Crash"
[*A Note on the Use of Slang...
The term "fag" in the first
In recognition of a hundred million album sales
In recognition of your popularity
You take your gaudy prize
From people you said you despise
You
was Farmer
Shorty got the death wish, I wish to die
But when I try, it just goes by
You couldn't kill me because I can't kill myself
And if I got
Wed May 5th, 1937
Robert Lee McCoy - vocals and guitar
With Sonny Boy Williamson - harmonica and Joe Williams - guitar.
Album: Robert Lee McCoy Bluebird
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album
And shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called
"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan't performed in
Public since he's now
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
We the in-timidators, why'all in-timidated
By our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it

LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS
[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun

[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy
the self through logic and worship knowledge 
Symbol of a brave face placed against a void 
Many begin to follow it and dinosaurs grow paranoid 
Science
[Talking]

Verse:1 B.G.
I been in this game for awhile I'm a paid man now (huh bruh)
On my sixth solo album I'm a made man now (yep)
Six years strong
as a juvenile
Mama showed love and she struggled for her only child
But like my dad I was stuck in the streets
I never wanted to work hard, cause that shit ain't
seat
You are what you eat
So what you eatin
Same message to your mind
Be self defeatin
Sick n tired of bein sick
And tired of bein beaten
Saw em drop it