B.G. - Welcome 2 Tha Section lyrics

First Verse [B.G.] Is you bout what I brang n***a? Biggety-bang n***a? Get it through your head before I let it rang n***a Whoa n***a, you ain't a friend, you a foe Hoe n***a, I gotta let the pistol go Show n***as, that I ain't the one to blow on I told ya n***a with the four four I get it on I roll with n***as, that tote big chrome Uptown V.L. off top n***as bustin' domes Paper chasin', racin', to six figures The law b**hin', I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers Smokin' n***as, all theyself Locin' n***as I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' n***as Scopin' n***as, cuz I'm the same broke n***a 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 n***a I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty Respect my f**in' mind, gotta get my nose dirty Playa haters wanna k** me Juvenile I know you feel me I'm too smart to let em' steal me Refuse to let 'em steal me n***a f** ya, I'ma pluck ya Struck ya, wasn't beware of the headbusters Chorus [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 boy Second Verse [Bullet Proof]: 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 k**ed The sh**'s real act a donkey behind a dope house deal Straight from Uptown, real n***as 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 Chorus Third Verse [Juvenile]: Where the villains be, is where I stand I'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand Showin' you b**hes 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 b**h like New Year You better watch me cuz I be comin' With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin' b**h I'ma represent, my .45 pay the rent You b**h you, you f** 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 n***as, cuz they donkeys and fools too Might look like they spooked, but don't let them n***as 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, f** what a n***a say Two-twenty three's then breathe fire out the hallway I found myself up in other n***as beef Know that them T.C. n***as would die for me We probably be In an all-black fist full of that b**h 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 d**h 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 n***as with pistols, tryin' to make a come up Chorus