Juvenile - Welcome 2 Tha Section Lyrics
First verse [b.g.]Is you bout what I brang nigga?Biggety-bang nigga?Get it through your head before I let it rang niggaWhoa nigga, you aint a friend, you a foe,Hoe nigga, I gotta let the pistol go,Show niggas, that I aint the one to blow on,I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on,I roll with niggas, that tote big chrome,Uptown v.l. off top niggas bustin domes,Paper chasin, racin, to six figures,The law *****in, Im catchin cases totin triggers,Smokin niggas, all theyself locin niggas,Im chokin off the optimal still ropin niggas,Scopin niggas, cuz Im the same broke nigga,Snort dope but I still maintain sellin coke,Spin dressin holder, blunt smoker,Snort a lil doper, a.k. toter,Im a spittin Im a solja,Take it off your shoulder,Respect nigga Im a solja, take it off your shoulder,Uptown clown, gettin so dirty,Respect my *****in mind, gotta get my nose dirty,Playa haters wanna kill me,Juvenile I know you feel me,Im too smart to let em steal me,Refuse to let em steal me,Nigga ***** ya, ima pluck ya,Struck ya, wasnt beware of the headbustersChorus [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 boySecond verse [bullet proof]:S.k.s, choppers, thats how we play,Ride all day, give up your spot for much yayI hear ya got it, shop close, we hitcha 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-stopIm full of that block, a young g about my cheese,Jackin for keys, frontin back to real gs,Tryin to make my mill, freeze, slip you get killed,The shits real act a donkey behind a dope house deal,Straight from uptown, real niggas we in the wild,Yellow tape style, bound to make the nine growl,Bodies found in the dumpster, by the youngsters,Shouldnt trust a, uptown head busterChorusThird verse [juvenile]:Where the villains be, is where I stand,Im comin with that tillery, up in my handShowin you *****es the reason, that Im the man,Im stoppin you hoes from breathin, you understand?Comin with that a.k., full of that pure,A cold night in february I had that ***** like new year,You better watch me cuz I be comin,With the drummin, a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin,***** ima represent, my .45 pay the rent,You ***** you, you ***** with me its a must you getcha issue,Ima be standin, in the magnolia with the cannon,And sure to start damage,Watchin these niggas, cuz they donkeys and fools too,Might look like they spooked, but dont let them niggas fool you,Every breath that I breathe would be beef, so I snorted,Then proceeded to make my enemys life short, bout that,Pistol play, ***** what a nigga say,Two-twenty threes then breathe fire out the hallway,I found myself up in other niggas beef,Know that them t.c. niggas would die for me,We probably be,In an all-black fist full of that *****,And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin to get richIf in my way, Im gone funk ya,Imagine your body deteiorating in a dumpster,What you gone do? aint no runnin when the mafia finds ya,Ima, ups your death like the unibomber,I cant 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 niggas with pistols, tryin to make a come up,Chorus
