[juvenile]
We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white
We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
Well tell a nigga, "fuck ya!" and be waitin outside for him
Bust him up and see how many niggas gon ride for him
Play the project bricks and watch for the law
Nigga come to my section, we to they section and ward
We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin niggas that be showin off with they broads
Nigga catch a felony... he takin his charge
Niggas turnin state... we rapin the boy
Its a hard life we livin... they bout they drama
We earn stripes for killin.. Ill attack like a rhino
Some of the time... motherfuckers be off they bases
Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
Lookin like a duck, seein all the wrong faces
But we know the rules and could be strapped in sks
(chorus2x b.g.)
Man, pop that nigga
Man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga
Man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is whatcha do that bitch
[juvenile]
Stay from round here, I tell ya.. these niggas aint cool
Aint no love for outsiders, everybodys a fool
We be duckin off in the hallways.. and in the cuts
Gettin the fuck when atf is pullin up
People in the projects say, "them niggas aint shit"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
Youre fuckin right... thats how it is on the block
Real duck t-shirt, bauds, and reeboks
Camouflage around the neck and the dome
Fucked-up attitude totin a chrome
Fighting for weed, nigga aint ever goin home
Tryin ta get it how he live with a bundle of (? )
We aint tryin ta see the jailhouse
But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
Know what Im sayin, lil daddy
We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
Kick in a nigga door and punish the whole clique
(chorus2x)
[b.g.]
Come through the hood where ya hang with a k, and when I see ya
What ima do to ya, I know I wouldnt wanna be ya
Split your head in half, nigga.. leave ya stressed in the street
Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet
I play it raw when Im in beef, Im a hot boy thats heat
Get it how ya live is how it is where I be
Fuck a niggas how I feel, no nigga steppin on my toes
Without feelin !blockah! !blockah! from four-fours
Im a dog, with a gun in my hand I cut loose
Youre on the other end of that pistol, its on you
Get hit up.. chopped up.. did somethin awful
Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin
Aint part of my clique, fuck ya nigga
Dont please me
I dont love ya nigga, youre no good, playa
I dont trust ya, nigga
To me you aint nuttin but a bust nigga, what
(chorus4x)
[b.g. talking]
Ya heard me
Put fifty rounds in that niggas whatcha do that bitch
Fuck him, ya heard me (fuck him)
Fuck his whole clique, nigga (fuck em all)
Ya dont like me, I dont like you, nigga (I dont like ya, nigga)
You dont like me, that mean you dont like my clique
I dont like you, that mean I dont like you (!blockah! !blockah!)
The niggas ya fuck with, the niggas you affiliate with, ya heard me
Any nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga
Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
Its cash money for life, ya heard me
Fuck all them old bitch-ass niggas throwin bricks (? ? ? ? ? ? ? ) (fuck em all)
Its real over here, nigga, ya heard me (fuck em all)
We got this here (fuck em all) and we holdin this here down
Ya heard me, we gon keep it like that, though, ya dig, nigga
Baby, slim, juvie, b.geezy, turk, weezy, fresh, ya heard me
Joe casey, travey, ya heard me, all tha shots, nigga
We comin through, nigga
We layin it down, nigga, and we just doin what we do
Keepin it real
Cash money for life
