Juvenile - 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]