Текст песни Juvenile f B.G., Bulletproof - Welcome 2 Tha Section
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First Verse [B.G.]Is you bout what I brang nigga?Biggety-bang nigga?Get it through your head before I let it rang niggaWhoa nigga, you ain`t a friend, you a foe,Hoe nigga, I gotta let the pistol go,Show niggas, that I ain`t the one to blow on,I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on,I roll with niggas, that tote big chrome,Uptown V.L. off top niggas bustin` domes,Paper chasin`, racin`, to six figures,The law bitchin`, I`m catchin` cases totin` triggers,Smokin` niggas, all theyself Locin` niggas,I`m chokin` off the optimal still ropin` niggas,Scopin` niggas, cuz I`m the same broke nigga,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 nigga I`m a solja, take it off your shoulder,Uptown clown, gettin` so dirty,Respect my fuckin` 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,Nigga fuck ya, I`ma pluck ya,Struck ya, wasn`t beware of the headbustersChorus [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 boySecond Verse [Bullet Proof]:S.K.`s, choppers, that`s how we play,Ride all day, give up your spot for much yayI 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-stopI`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 shit`s real act a donkey behind a dope house deal,Straight from Uptown, real niggas 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 busterChorusThird Verse [Juvenile]:Where the villains be, is where I stand,I`m comin` with that tillery, up in my handShowin` you bitches 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 bitch like New Year,You better watch me cuz I be comin`,With the drummin`, a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin`,Bitch I`ma represent, my .45 pay the rent,You bitch you, you fuck 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 niggas, cuz they donkeys and fools too,Might look like they spooked, but don`t let them niggas 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, fuck what a nigga say,Two-twenty three`s then breathe fire out the hallway,I found myself up in other niggas beef,Know that them T.C. niggas would die for me,We probably be,In an all-black fist full of that bitch,And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin` to get richIf 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 niggas with pistols, tryin` to make a come up,Chorus