Welcome 2 Tha Section - Juvenile, B.G.

Is you 'bout what I brang nigga?

Biggety-bang nigga?

Get it through your head before I let it rang nigga

Whoa 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, 'cause 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 headbusters

Headbusters, wig splitters, one time

Hot Boys committin' that crime

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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 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 buster

Headbusters, wig splitters, one time

Hot Boys committin' that crime

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Where the villains be, is where I stand

I’m comin' with that tillery, up in my hand

Showin' 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 'cause 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, 'cause 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 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 niggas with pistols, tryin' to make a come up

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