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
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
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]
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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