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[Juvenile]Them Hot Boys out here, ya heard me?The B.G., headbussin` Moe, fa shoBout to make it happen,Magnolia bout that gafflin`Valence & MagnoliaFirst Verse [Juvenile]:I`m in the jungle, of niggas that`s lookin` for static,Two niggas stuck and jackin` just to support his habit,Them people rollin`, so I gotta do what I can,I gotta pound of that sand I picked up from the man,The luxuries I gotta have it, black savage,He`s in the streets holdin` up traffic,With the plastic, Desert Eagle .45 automatic,My glass is, filled with J.D. and coca-cola classic,And niggas that playa-hate I got somethin` for yo assesI`ma act a donkey, boy you best not run up on me,You niggas phony, that`s why I did that to your homie,For instance, when the Mac-9 will erase your existenceSo distance, yourself from me cuz my conscience be clickin`,Niggas be paranoid when they see I be dippin`,Sayin`, man let me go, he bout to stomp on that trigger,Somebodies wig get split in the middle of the street,I got your brains to show you bitches, stop playin` with me,And ain`t no thing I got my ruger and I aint` scared to die,Cross that line and I`ma shoot`cha and tell your Mommy bye-bye,Hungry for money, like vampires hungry for blood,Better get to runnin`, solja reeboks is in the mudChorus [Bulletproof]:Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,With a strap hollerin` "Nigga what you said?"That iron again is mine right? Snatchin` for a kidnap,People out that project say Juvenile you did that?That iron again is mine right? Snatchin` for a kidnap,People out that project say Juvenile you did that?Man, Juvenile you did that...Second Verse [Big Moe]:Don`t get caught up fools, in the wrong way,Cuz them niggas out that Lio stay totin` them A.K.`sThe baddest trigga happy niggas I ever saw,Calliope niggas play the muthafuckin` game raw,So don`t get`cha self in a jam,Cuz these niggas I hang with really don`t give a damn,With the quickness, nigga they put them K`s to use,Niggas like Wango, Wine, Spig, and my boy Deuce,So any nigga want some drama get strapped,So I can put your bitch ass in my Rest In Peace wrapCuz dead, yeah, is what`cha gonna be,If you fuck with this nigga from that C-P 3,So don`t be fuckin` with me,Cuz you`ll be lookin` down the barrel of a nine double M, homieAnd with a nigga like me, holdin` the gat,I`ma pull the fuckin` trigger and bust ya head to the fat,Then watch your brain run down the city drain,And after that, leave the spot cuz Frank Mignon`s comin` to get the remains,So all you gangsta ass niggas tilt your hat,And plus that bullshit y`all niggas out here are tryin` to do?I fuckin` been there and done thatChorus [Bulletproof]:Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,With a strap hollerin` "Nigga what you said?"That iron again is mine right? Snatchin` for a kidnap,People out that project say Big Moe you did that?That iron again is mine right? Snatchin` for a kidnap,People out that project say Big Moe you did that?Third Verse [B.G.]:Don`t make me pull my pistol nigga, cuz fa-shiggidy I`ma use itThis life you strugglin` through you gone lose it,I come through actin` foolish, with semi-automatics,Shit get hectic, blast, or get blasted,I`ma a Baby Gangsta bout drama, bout buckin`,Full of that dustin`, you bust, I`m bustin`,You shoot, I shootYou miss, I hit,Hot Boy representin` that gangsta shit,Stop playin` with the young soldier, believe,You jeopardizin` what`s on your shoulder, you shoot at meTake it to the streets, you ain`t bout that action,Packin` two twenty-three`s, sweepers knock you off your feet,St. Thomas still got them bags for twenty-five,Before I go on the pride, I`m full of that Worldwide,Goin` for crime I`ll spank them, can`t swim with the sharks,Through this water, muthafucka I`ll spank`em,Get`cha mind right, nigga, fuckin` with me,Think twice I tote iron I`ma a true B.G.,Fuckin` right, I split hats, and I tote Mac`s,I be fuckin` with silver packs, now what you know about that?Got the all black fit, ready to put in work,But niggas actin` like jerks, I put dicks in the dirt,I run with Juvenile, cuz he`s a gangsta ass nigga,Niggas huntin` like they bout it, but I`ll spank that ass nigga,So who wants some beef? Let me show you I don`t play,Told ya I`m that type that`ll hit`cha block everyday,If you`re real, you`ll bust back,But if you fake, I got`cha warning in all-black,It`s no escape, I did thatChorus [Bulletproof]:Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,With a strap hollerin` "Nigga what you said?"That iron again is mine right? Snatchin` for a kidnap,People out that project say B.G. you did that?That iron again is mine right? Snatchin` for a kidnap,People out that project say B.G. you did that?Man, Juvenile you did that...

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