[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
We'll tell a n***a, "f** ya!" and be waitin' outside for him
Bust him up and see how many n***as gon' ride for him
Play the project bricks and watch for the law
n***a come to my section, we to they section and ward
We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin' n***as that be showin' off with they broads
n***a catch a felony... he takin' his charge
n***as turnin' state... we rapin' the boy
It's a hard life we livin'... they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes for k**in'.. I'll attack like a rhino
Some of the time... motherf**ers 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 SK's
[Chorus 2x - B.G.]
Man, pop that n***a
Man, k** that b**h
Man, shoot that n***a
Man, spank that b**h
Man, down that n***a, execute that b**h
Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that b**h
[Juvenile]
Stay from 'round here, I tell ya.. these n***as ain't cool
Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool
We be duckin' off in the hallways.. and in the cuts
Gettin' the f** when ATF is pullin' up
People in the projects say, "Them n***as ain't sh**"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
You're f**in' right... that's how it is on the block
Real duck T-shirt, 'Bauds, and ReeBoks
Camouflage around the neck and the dome
f**ed-up attitude totin' a chrome
Fighting for weed, n***a ain't ever goin' home
Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of (?)
We ain't tryin' ta see the jailhouse
But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
Know what I'm sayin', lil' daddy
We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
Kick in a n***a door and punish the whole clique
[Chorus 2x]
[B.G.]
Come through the hood where ya hang with a K, and when I see ya
What I'ma do to ya, I know I wouldn't wanna be ya
Split your head in half, n***a.. leave ya stressed in the street
Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet
I play it raw when I'm in beef, I'm a Hot Boy that's heat
Get it how ya live is how it is where I be
f** a n***a's how I feel, no n***a steppin' on my toes
Without feelin' !BLOCKAH! !BLOCKAH! from four-fours
I'm a dog, with a gun in my hand I cut loose
You're on the other end of that pistol, it's on you
Get hit up.. chopped up.. did somethin' awful
Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin
Ain't part of my clique, f** ya n***a
Don't please me
I don't love ya n***a, you're no good, playa
I don't trust ya, n***a
To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust n***a, what
[Chorus 4x]
[B.G. talking]
Ya heard me
Put fifty rounds in that n***a's what'cha do that b**h
f** him, ya heard me (f** him)
f** his whole clique, n***a (f** 'em all)
Ya don't like me, I don't like you, n***a (I don't like ya, n***a)
You don't like me, that mean you don't like my clique
I don't like you, that mean I don't like you (!blockah! !blockah!)
The n***as ya f** with, the n***as you affiliate with, ya heard me
Any n***a who speak to ya, n***a, back you up, n***a
f** you and all them too, n***a, ya heard me
It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
f** all them old b**h-a** n***as throwin' bricks ?? (f** 'em all)
It's real over here, n***a, ya heard me (f** 'em all)
We got this here (f** 'em all) and we holdin' this here down
Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, n***a
Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me
Joe Casey, Travey, ya heard me, all tha shots, n***a
We comin' through, n***a
We layin' it down, n***a, and we just doin' what we do
Keepin' it real
Cash Money for life