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Juvenile

"U Bootin Up"

[Hook]
You bootin up, you bootin up n*gga, you bootin up, ha
You bootin up, you bootin up n*gga, you bootin up
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya

[Soulja Slim]
Soulja, soulja tell me how you do it
First you need Dani for some cut throat music
I'mma give you the game n*gga peep this out
Just put ya mask on ya face just let 'em see ya mouth
This original, down south bounce sh*t
Gotta give it up to T Tucker who invented the sh*t
Rest in peace to DJ Irve you had them trigga mans locked
I was to young to go and ghost so I was standin outside
That was way back then, when I was sellin rocks
Bounce was the sh*t then n*ggas gave me my props
I'mma six court n*gga, Magnolia n*gga
They beefin on LaSelle and they beefin on Willow mayne
f*ck them n*ggas, they ain't talkin bout nothin
They don't feel how I feel bout my projects, they stuntin
I aim it at ya head and let this b*tch off
Juvenile is my dawg and thats how we set it off

[Bridge:Soulja Slim (Juvenile)]X4
Whodi (Wassup)
I got a k' (Wassup)
And I don't play (Wassup)
Yea

[Juvenile]
I ain't too fine in f*ckin wit n*ggas, cuz most of them hoes
They get exposed, clipped and flipped in the road
Burn him and his car and his clothes
Know some killas that'll provide me with help
But thats not really necessary, Juve wildin' hisself
So where ya going, wassup, hope it ain't outside son
Look I don't jot a foot in the club without my gun
I'mma boss wit these hoes, n*ggas can stop my fun
Cheese eataz gon run and go tell the cops what I done
If I don't like ya, I'll fight ya, I'll cut ya
I'll kill ya, in fact, I'll show ya hoes how a guerilla could act
Me, Slim and Wack carry the hood on our back ya understand me
I do this for love my area my family
I'll kill ya mami, is ya speakin my spanish
Kidnap her ass from Tammies, you cry and she vanish
Asked my god moma Janice, ya boy been mannish
Even when my daddy went frantic, I still wouldn't panic

[Hook]

[Soulja Slim]
I heard Krazy wan' kill me, and Silk want fight
But I've been doin that duck type sh*t all my life
No, I don't know karate, herb and some silky draws
You located in Victoria Secret full of bras
You don't want none of me, keep it in the studio
Take it to the streets and I'ma really prove that you's a ho
I wasn't gon' f*ck wit ya on the strength C (C-Murder)
But now I'mma f*ck over ya on the strength of P (Master P)
I been ready to die, you ain't ready to die
I got shot when I was 17 now I'm 25
I don't give a f*ck n*gga, I don't give a f*ck n*gga
I don't give a f*ck n*gga, I don't give a f*ck n*gga
I'mma soulja and yall fake n*ggas
Cuz I'mma soulja and yall fake n*ggas
Cuz I'mma real soulja and yall fake n*ggas
Cuz I'mma soulja and yall fake n*ggas

[Juvenile]
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya

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