Welcome 2 Tha Section - Juvenile
[First Verse [B.G.]]
Is you bout what I brang n_gga?
Biggety-bang n_gga?
Get it through your head before I let it rang n_gga
Whoa n_gga, you ain't a friend, you a foe,
Hoe n_gga, I gotta let the pistol go,
Show n_ggas, that I ain't the one to blow on,
I told ya n_gga with the four four I get it on,
I roll with n_ggas, that tote big chrome,
Uptown V.L. off top n_ggas bustin' domes,
Paper chasin', racin', to six figures,
The law b_tchin', I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers,
Smokin' n_ggas, all theyself Locin' n_ggas,
I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' n_ggas,
Scopin' n_ggas, cuz I'm the same broke n_gga,
Snort dope but I still maintain sellin' coke,
Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker,
Snort a lil' doper, A.K. toter,
I'm a spittin' I'm a solja,
Take it off your shoulder,
Respect n_gga I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder,
Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty,
Respect my f_ckin' mind, gotta get my nose dirty,
Playa haters wanna kill me,
Juvenile I know you feel me,
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,
Refuse to let 'em steal me,
N_gga f_ck ya, I'ma pluck ya,
Struck ya, wasn't beware of the headbusters
[Chorus [Manny Fresh]:]
Headbusters, wig splitters, one time,
Hot Boys committin' that crime,
Welcome to the section of the Hot Boys,
Look out for the infrared dot boy
[Second Verse [Bullet Proof]:]
S.K.'s, choppers, that's how we play,
Ride all day, give up your spot for much yay
I hear ya got it, shop close, we hit'cha block,
Unload the glock, seventeen, we leavin' ya hot,
Bodies drop, no more shop, in this spot,
I made it hot bustin' with the glock non-stop
I'm full of that block, a young G about my cheese,
Jackin' for keys, frontin' back to real G's,
Tryin' to make my mill, freeze, slip you get killed,
The sh_t's real act a donkey behind a dope house deal,
Straight from Uptown, real n_ggas we in the Wild,
Yellow tape style, bound to make the nine growl,
Bodies found in the dumpster, by the youngsters,
Shouldn't trust a, Uptown head buster
[Chorus]
[Third Verse [Juvenile]:]
Where the villains be, is where I stand,
I'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand
Showin' you b_tches the reason, that I'm the man,
I'm stoppin' you hoes from breathin', you understand?
Comin' with that A.K., full of that pure,
A cold night in February I had that b_tch like New Year,
You better watch me cuz I be comin',
With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin',
B_tch I'ma represent, my .45 pay the rent,
You b_tch you, you f_ck with me it's a must you get'cha issue,
I'ma be standin', in the Magnolia with the cannon,
And sure to start damage,
Watchin' these n_ggas, cuz they donkeys and fools too,
Might look like they spooked, but don't let them n_ggas fool you,
Every breath that I breathe would be beef, so I snorted,
Then proceeded to make my enemy's life short, bout that,
Pistol play, f_ck what a n_gga say,
Two-twenty three's then breathe fire out the hallway,
I found myself up in other n_ggas beef,
Know that them T.C. n_ggas would die for me,
We probably be,
In an all-black fist full of that b_tch,
And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin' to get rich
If in my way, I'm gone funk ya,
Imagine your body deteiorating in a dumpster,
What you gone do? Ain't no runnin' when the Mafia finds ya,
I'ma, UPS your death like the Unibomber,
I can't sleep, I got so much beef in the game,
Every hotel that I change I use an alias name,
Me and B.G. on a hunt, full of that pluck,
Two n_ggas with pistols, tryin' to make a come up,
[Chorus]
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