im oh so fresh
keep it oh so good
black ree's black tee's
keep it oh so hood

straight from the gutta
real niggas know
put it on my life thats one thing i know
never treat a real ass nigga like a hoe

somebody tell me
why these bitches wanna playa hate
got them hollow tips
& i aint afraid to let em spray
let em say let em play
im loading up the ak
with semi automatics
nigga that'll clear the fucking way
run up in ya house
& nigga hitcha where ya fuck 'n lay
u aint my nigga, y u actin shady
got them chrome plated toys
but aint talkin bout kaybe
need to get ya shit together
u slippin and lazy
i dont pay for shit
these niggas they pay me
for them blunts that im sellin
that getcha mind hazy

king

lets get one thing understood
im the king of the PT
wanna holla
u already know where to find me
posted on the block
with my team right behind me
dont remind me
i'll take ya hoes kindly
or with force pussy nigga dont try me
wanna trip i keep a .380 beside me
most likely u dont want it to escilate
got 20 niggas strapped everyone gone spray
with carbon 15's shotty's & ak's
any way that u want it
u can have it your way
i aint burger king
but i still fuck with a flame
call my heater fat joe
it'll make ya rock away
u's a lame
but u already know that
yo hood aint poppin
my hood where the o's at
them panties aint droppin
my hood where the hoes at
ya bitch call me papi
she know where the doe's at

5 in the mornin we be on the block
fiends ready when we open up shop
that white that yellow that green
we give them niggas what they want & what they need
ptowns finest & mtowns best
we'll grab the tech & leave a hole in your chest
we dont play & nigga we dont just rap
we stay posted slangin we trap

me & my niggas stay with a dro sack
u starvin in the hood but nigga my pockets stay fat
u thought ya had me beat but nigga this is the payback
gotcha ya shakin in ya shoes i guess u afraid that
the bullets'll hitcha where ya teeth & ya waists at
& aint nobody even gonna know where ya face's at
face that nigga u cant compete
u fuckin with a nigga here that cant be beat

so hood

i keep it mostly ghetto
but strictly hood
black on black caprice
with the leather n wood
hoes wanna know
why he look so good
cant leave em
but they husbands
really wish i would
im a mack
i been pimpin like i should
lets get it understood
nigga i'm so so hood
u's a sucka, wouldn't touch me
if u could
but if u would
think about it then u will see
the difference between
hoe niggas & real mc's
real ass niggas
killas & dem real og's
while ya'll pushin dimes
we sell oz's
with enough of that white
to make ya whole block freeze
please lil nigga we do this for fun
got 99 problems but i love each one
got 99 bitches hard to pick just one
u got 99 stitches but i still aint done
u got 99 seconds fore ya life is one
of my recent victims naw i cant be stopped
came from the bottom aint nothin left but the top
with a mission, gotta make the whole hood hot
call my heater jkwon it makes the whole hood hop
like luda, comin for ya number 1 spot
if u aint duckin when im bustin
nigga u prolly gettin shot
on spot nigga i dont miss targets
regardless of where u from
my niggas is heartless
enough drama
show me where the bar is
just wanna drink
homie u dont wanna start shit
spark shit u see the chrome 4 fifth
carbon 15 ak & a full clip
mack 11 make ya do a full flip
next time ya see me dont holla dont trip
treat ya like 50 send bullets through ya lip
only difference when i shoot i definitely dont miss
dont hesitate thinkin that these hollows gon miss
like these hollows wont split ya wig through ya skully
juelz so fresh but i keeps it gully holla back

that weed that purp that green
that dro no stems no seeds
that white that powder that blow
break it down only l-b's and o's
we push we sell we slang
that work nigga right where ya hang
& we tote magnums & .38's
dont get ya ass killed on this dnb mixtape

i aint gotta sell drugs to rap
but i still bust slugs through your fitted cap

it aint nothin

They call me Juelz
ears still full of rocks
& u know i stay fresh from my braids to my socks
i gotta keep it real so dont act like u dont know
gotta pound of that goody
yeah we blowin on some dro
got me sittin sideways
wit that lean up in my cup
im spittin hell of pimpin
betcha hoe gon let me fuck
in the back of ya truck
or we can hop off in the rental
turn on an instrumental
while she gimme some of that dental
its all mental-get it- im tryin to blow ya mind
ptowns finest best believe that im gon shine
im back on my grind that means im back to the block
im back to the pimpin & believe it dont stop
from the bottom to the top
my nigga by any means
gotta get this fuckin chedda
so im floodin the streets
full of heat so u know what that means
more problems for u
means more business for me

~now im back at it
cookin product up in the kitchen
like a crack addict
fienin for this money i'm itchin
& wishin a nigga try to test me
i'm a teach him his lesson
smith & weston locked n loaded
& im ready to test it
get back bitch
got calico's and a four fifth
before it spit
here kiss my bullets with both lips
yeah now its too late to apologize
open wide & say hello to these hollow guys
that swallow guys eatem up like some pork rinds
the pigs cant help u
cause ya body they'll never find
i tried to tell ya
dont fuck wit the pt
we'll run up on ya
& we'll kill ya where ya fuckin sleep
u in too deep
betta back out while u have a chance
too late my heater cocked & ready
to shake u outcha fuckin pants
real niggas dont dance
on the floor we posted
not cause we cant
cause these block burnas we totin
the money we holdin
stacks up to the ceiling
26's on the ride
yeah u know we big wheelin
u feelin
they way that i rhyme
& the way that i flow
hitcha harder
then a foot long
line of that blow
u know u cant get up on my level
im above u
& when im through
yo own bitch wont love u
cause my games so sick
gotta hundred rounds
so everybody gets hit
every wig gets split
every hoes gets fucked
seven niggas with me
seven dicks gettin sucked

Ghetto Hymn

some nights i wonder
will i see another day
lookin out my window
wishing i could
maybe make things change
even if i did
i dont know if they'd be better then
once in my life
wish that i'd be given a chance to win

shake somethin

hook
shake somethin,
shake somethin
shake somethin
shake somethin,
shake somethin
shake somethin
shake somethin,
shake somethin
shake somethin
shake somethin,
put your money where ya mouth is x2

are u feelin lucky
tonight might be your night
put ya money down
gon head pick up & roll the dice
dont be scared
hesitate u pay the price
im rollin seven's on the come out
winning on the first try
paperchasa yeah thats what its made for
only reason u get money is
so that i can have more
pick ya face up off the floor
dont be droolin on my paper
u & ya niggas gots to go
tell ya wifey see ya later
that aint ya girl
tonight she everybody's friend
i put a hundred in her garter belt
& let the fun begin
how bout another round of hen
mix it up or straight shots
its bout to go down
shorty shake it dont stop

hook

killa

first one on the track
so u know gotta get it crunk
put em up throw em up
gon head blaze the skunk
give me a pound of that ghetty
im ready to get it crackalatin
niggas need to quit all that hatin
& start congratulatin
all up on the dance floor throwin bows
drunk & excited
gon off this potion with the notion
to start a fuckin riot
shh be quiet in the club its bout to go down
my niggas totin explosives
enough to bring it to the ground
we got it locked
from the north to the south
to the east to the west
puttin these cakin ass niggas to test
puttin these fakin ass niggas to rest
u's a rookie im a vet
ptowns finest at his best
DNB & HTB
nigga u aint seen nothin yet

~Hook~
its hard being a nigga
in a world full of killas
happy to live one pussy nigga less
hold up nigga i aint done yet
u already know whats comin next
here's a clue, about what it do
when its through there's nothin left
gon head nigga take a guess
hope u loaded up ya tech
*one in ya arm tahe four to the chest
nigga should've worn ya vest


i think its about time
nigga that i flex my muscle
gotta bunch of suckas hatin always
tryin to start some trouble
betta tell em
i'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
buck with, niggas run up & they get
stuck quick, hush shhh
nigga quit all that yappin
keep on lip flappin u gon have to make me start cappin
when my heater start clappin, it wont be applause
blood leakin from ya sneakers
like Niagra falls
im havin suicidal thoughts
i might just kill us all
naw fuck that, i got too much to live for
only the good die young
so i know im dying old
my ghetto novels laid in front of u
watch as it unfolds

Knock Knock

dem niggas buckin on the dance floor
gettin crunk, throwin bows
shorties wildin pullin hair
but ya'll dont hear me though
got em nukkin in the club
listenin to my shit
D N B's my click
nigga who u represent
u see im rollin with my niggas
& my niggas be so deep
gotta buncha real niggas
trill niggas just like me
i do this for my thugs
& my hustlas from the P
shorties shakin on stage
pussy poppin it for free
Juelz so fresh
yeah p-i-m-p
& my nigga Atrain
reppin D-N-B
when u see me in the club
they wanna be like me
cause i do it real big
real hard like a G

knock knock
then u hear the glock cock
niggas better drop drop
before u hear the pop pop nigga
stop stop
didnt u hear that glock cock
too late better drop drop
before we blow ya blow ya block off nigga


u hear that pop pop
i aint talkin bout from a kettle
trill like trillville
u cant get up on my level
the way my brigettes bezzel
iced out like the winter
seperatin these real niggas
from fake ass pretenders
remember, the name Juelz
cause im destined for greatness
gottem, screamin my name
lame suckas gon hate this
frontin,i bet a pussy nigga wont even say shit
hitcha, harder than tarver did
roy jones down in memphis
relentless, when u niggas gonna learn
like llyod banks on fire
now u niggas gettin burned
worked hard to get here
ever moments been earned
u suckas had ya chance
but nigga now its my turn
up in the game, switch hittin
like beltrain
fast or slow motion
rip a nigga the same way
hitta nigga leanin him back like fat J
O-E, nigga dont think that u know me
u may see me in the street
but that dont make u my homie
real niggas have real beefs
& yours nigga is phony
balogney u want it with me
then be ready to show me
my glocks ready
just loaded the last shell
& i hope u dont choke
like that Simpson chick on SNL
or get choked like that coach
once did by sprewell
oh well, u think im playin but im not
im atcha door *knock knock*
when u hear that glock cock yeah
pussy niggas u better drop
trigger finger gettin ancy
bout to make the show stop
my niggas with them burnas
straight makin ya block hot
call my heater jkwon
the way it make ya hood hop
nigga

Beef

they call me juelz aint nobody illa
when i roll wit my niggas
there aint nobody realla
im flippin cd's like birds
call me the dealla
assasinatin these hatas
they callin me a killa
hitta nigga like ali
did down in manilla
got more action than jackson
but this one here's a thrilla

lil nigga dont fuck wit me
if u aint legit
cause my niggas got hollow
tips that'll make u flip
just cause u gotta deal
that dont make u shit
u a young buck in the game
only worth 50 cent
your rhymes are played out
and ya game is too weak
the coldest shit u ever did
nigga u got it from me
pussy nigga u a trick
suckin dick for cash
been ran through more times
nigga than jlo's ass
i laugh, everytime i hear ya talkin trash
nigga this aint halloween
need to take off that mask
u tried to steal my rhymes
u know that shit aint cool
ugly nigga u look just like
dj paul's nephew
& cousin skeeter too
or maybe thats u
u both about the same height
standin 4 foot 2
i aint through
this whippins only begun ya
lookin kindof mad
but im only havin fun ya
need to chill, listen & pay attention
stop all that hatin, contemplatin
& quit all that bitchin
i'm a tell it like it is
im a keep it real witcha
if u keep yappin at the mouth
im a let the steel hitcha
paint a picture, picture perfect
i paint a perfect picture
for u to realize
that this is real talk nigga
aint nobody fuckin witcha
ya niggas all left
and ya shorty said forget ya
need to to change ya style up
first write your own lyrics
cause ya shit so lame
ya own momma wouldnt feel it
bow down to the king
Juelz im the realest
spend so much time
drillin ya mouth
they callin me a dentist

Man Up

yeah yeah
still comin from the bottom
tryin to make it to the top
nothin in life is easy
gotta give it all i got
everything was taken from me
had to make it on my own
young nigga in the game
told em treat me like im grown
hustled by the hour
tryin to make sure i could eat
there where even nights
didnt know where i would sleep
sold everything i could
even if it wasnt mine
from tennis shoes to t.v.'s
nigga nightly on the grind
most of my niggas pushin
on the corner sellin crack
niggas all up in these streets
tryin to make that do stack
i done been through hell n back
seen everything in between
but my eyes are on the prize
im still followin my dreams
still tryin to make this cream
my lyrics are my escape &
the only way that i can succeed
u niggas u feelin me
lookin for a better way
nothin left but better days
til then i light one up
get a buzz smokin this hay
better yet some alize
pour that liquor in my cup
stand up when u see me
pussy niggas man up

man up, man up
man up, man up
pussy niggas
man up, man up
man up, man up
pussy niggas


now im supposed to be the good one
dont mistake me for a bitch
dont step up to me wrong
cause i aint takin no shit
niggas always gonna hate
like they know just how i feel
take a good look in my eyes
& u can see this pain is real
no i aint gotta gold grill
no platinum around my neck
but i'll still grab a mic
and rip it til theres nothin left
keep bringin it hot to death
this real talk that im spittin
too many niggas frontin
& lieing & bullshittin
this is my life my pain
better yet my testimony
im callin out these fake ass
pussy niggas livin foney
just listen for a minute
best believe that u gon feel it
u see them niggas in the street
pt know that im the realest
words that im spittin
they hittin each & every nerve
gottem shakin in the club
gottem leanin on the curb
thats my word & its my bond
my nigga each & ever breath
keep it gutta witcha niggas
cause im so so fresh
u can bump in this in ya speakers
til ya so so def
u know the hood gon feel it
cause we got street rep
yeah, i aint playin witchu suckas
quit hatin muthafucka
man up muthafuckas
this aint a game muthafucka
still the same muthafucka
bringin pain muthafuckas





This is my story this is my life this is my pain my struggle, my strife we hustle all day & we grindin all night to my niggas do it big & make sure ya do it right