I'm a young n***a, go by the name B.G.
Don't stunt, n***a, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue blues
It'll be no clues
When I strike, you lose
I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes
Your issue's, where I hang
You cannot stand without your pistol in your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran, off tha set, like a b**h
And if you stay, it's trigga play
Motherf**er, you get split
And once it's on, it's on, you all in
I'm comin' full force after tha hissin'
Stay off tha block, 'cause everyday I spin tha ben
Without a grin
Hot Boy$ I represent, to tha end
Just me and my girlfriend
We out to win
Still got ki's for ten
I get from be
Bring 'em straight in tha U.P.T.
After tha pack it's chance for me off six deep
I front a n***a
Tried to play me, ain't playin' me
Thought it was all gravy
He got his issue
(Chorus: x4]
It's gon' be 187 after 187
It's gon' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11
They got a lot of, n***as tryin' ta, get me k**ed
But I done flipped, tha f**in' script, and played it real
Now I'm dippin', an Expidition, around tha corner
And can do.. just about, whatever I want
I'm money-rollin', and it's legal
And ain't no quittin' in tha Regal
Behind tha tints.. my chopper's spittin'
Me and Dougie.. f** in? and showin' us in
It's like a movie, they want to do me, it's on again
I know it's showin', how n***as scorin', I can hear ya talkin'
n***as knowin', now they hoin', to me for offers
I can't holla, don't have no powder, until tomorrow
But I got a, couple of dollars, that you can borrow
n***a, go
You're 'round my door.. you're drawin' heat
You can go.. but on this porch you destroyin' me
No exception.. at disrespectin'.. can't let it happen
Now you step in.. my f**in' section.. talkin' 'bout jackin'
[Chorus: x4]
Duck, n***a, duck
'cause when I come I gon' bust.. fifty-plus
Don't give a f** who in tha way
It's on you, when I spray
Whoever hit, look here, it's on you
Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it down
We get them pistols in our hand.. and act a clown
n***as f**ed up don't know.. what to expect
Cash Money liable to do anything next
Fly around your set in a private jet
Have your b**h next to me in a Corvette
Or ridin' on tha back of my motorbike
Around tha second line stun'n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom)
We showcasin', bodies erasin' we want it all
Joe k**er, told me be patient, we gonna ball
Seven figures, me and my n***as, we comin' up
Gettin' rid of, tha garbage litter, with fifty-plus
Now we drainin', 'cause that 'caine in-side of our nose
n***as playin' it, tha way we sayin' it, to let you know
[Chorus: x6]
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Represent tha U.P.T.
Tha H.B., uh-huh
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Represent Cash Money
Juvenile and tha B.G.
Playa haters can't fade me
You can talk that sh** if you want to
I'll spin your corner
You'se a gonner