500 Degreez

Hit U Up

Lil Wayne

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[Verse 2: Juvenile]

I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'mma^✦ take to my grave

Continuously whippin' niggas^✦ like a runaway slave

Must was meant for me to be thuggin'^✦ - I stay in some beef

Baby^✦ and Slim keep tellin'^✦ me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets."

I can't help it - I draw attention;^✦ they be fuckin'^✦ with me

I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets

A lil' nigga^✦ in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!"^✦

Peelin'^✦ out in front the club, about^✦ to duck to the east

Now play yourself,^✦ you gon' find yourself^✦ by yourself^✦

In a nice place ducked^✦ off with fucked^✦ up health

I done been strucked and snuck, but never^✦ fucked^✦ and stuck

My life is four hundred^✦ degrees, so I bust 'em up

Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's

Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed^✦

All they understand is my project English

And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis

[Chorus: B.G.]

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

We done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

We done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

We done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

We done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

[Verse 3: B.G.]

I run the streets cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark

You a killer,^✦ nigga?^✦ (Eah?) Ain't no fear in my heart

I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war

I'll even^✦ go K for K with ya - now make your choice

Better^✦ know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga^✦

Better^✦ know that I'm a snake, and I'mma^✦ sneak ya, nigga^✦

Each time I hit the corner,^✦ I be leavin'^✦ niggas^✦

Momma^✦ upset^✦ - can't even^✦ go on and grievin', nigga^✦

Nothin'^✦ change - I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas^✦

Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas^✦

And empty^✦ a hundred^✦ out that K

Where you're caught hangin'^✦ is where you're left stankin', ya heard me

I've been in the game - niggas^✦ know what I'm 'bout

So many^✦ murders under^✦ my belt, I done lost count

If you wanna^✦ be another number,^✦ my nigga^✦

Go ahead,^✦ drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga^✦

[Chorus: B.G.]

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

We done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

Nigga,^✦ we done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

And we done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)

Look, we done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Hello,^✦ world

I zip through fast in a yellow^✦ pearl drop Porsche Boxter^✦

Young mobster, wild and obnoxious

Pop some in your dreadlocks - What? Me not no rookie, boy

Glock cookin',^✦ boy

I'll turn your forehead to a pussy,^✦ boy

Off the gate, cousin,^✦ you niggas^✦ gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'^✦

Spark or lace somethin'^✦

Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'^✦

Taught to stay thuggin'^✦ brought up in this shit that we call America

And in my hood the laws are scared^✦ of us - we are too terrible

If I live to be old, it's a miracle

Cause the way a nigga^✦ hatin'^✦ or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical

That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo^✦

Come to your burial^✦ and kill anybody else who care for you

Don't blame me, society changed me

You haul white, you smash powder^✦ all night for the fast dollar^✦

Cut off lights, we masked^✦ riders

The hood trash got us in a position^✦ we can't shake

With bars we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch

[Chorus: B.G.]

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

Now, we done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

Now, we done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up, nigga^✦ (Ooohh!)

(Did you see that?)

We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

And we done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

(Did you see that?)

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

Now, we done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

Boy, look

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

Now, we done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)

Look, we done chopped^✦ you up, popped^✦ you up, boxed^✦ you up (Ooohh!)

[Outro: B.G.]

Nigga^✦ - we put holes^✦ in you bitch-ass niggas,^✦ ya heard me

We don't barrow^✦ nothin',^✦ don't fear nothin'^✦

And ain't nothin'^✦ you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga^✦

Let 'em burn, nigga^✦

B.Geezy,^✦ Lil Wheezy,^✦ Juvy,^✦ Two Tymer^✦

Technical Breakdown

8.4

Multisyllabic Rhymes9.5

Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)

Internal Rhymes9.5

Rhymes within a line (data-driven)

Wordplay / Double Entendres6.5

Clever language, metaphors, punchlines

Cadence / Rhythm10.0

Flow variation and timing (data-driven)

Vocabulary Complexity5.0

Range and depth of words used (data-driven)

Delivery / Breath Control7.5

Performance and control

Computed Score8.41

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Critic Analysis

RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™

Juvenile utilizes aggressive, punch-heavy cadence typical of late-90s Cash Money records, prioritizing visceral imagery and internal rhyme strings over complex lyrical abstraction.

9.5

Multisyllabic

9.5

Internal Rhymes

Cadence / Flow

Vocabulary

6.5

Wordplay

7.5

Delivery

Multisyllabic internal rhyme chainsRhythmic syncopationAggressive persona maintenanceStaccato flow

Rhyme Architecture: A dense, high-frequency AAAA rhyme scheme carried through internal rhyming words that provide a percussive forward motion, characteristic of the bounce-era Cash Money sound.

Verified Doubles & Entendres

"four hundred degrees"

① A literal reference to the temperature needed for intense cooking or burning② A direct reference to his debut album '400 Degreez' and his status as the label's hottest artist

"project English"

① The slang, dialect, and communication style specific to living in housing projects② A linguistic defiance that his aggressive style is the only 'language' his audience understands, rejecting traditional critique

High rhythmic consistency and pocket adherence

Strong character work that establishes the persona

Effective use of internal rhyme to bridge end-rhymes

High energy vocal delivery

Limited thematic variation

Occasional reliance on shock-value imagery over substantive wordplay

Relatively basic vocabulary range

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