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