B.G. - f** That n***a lyrics

[Juvenile] We drink up all the brown, 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'... day by day drama We earn stripes for k**in'.. attack like a piranas 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 (Chorus2x 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 Grilled up, 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 (Chorus2x) [B.G.] Come through the hood where I hang with a K, and when I see ya What I'mma 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 (Chorus4x) [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