Juvenile, B.G. - Fuck That Nigga lyrics

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 nigga
"Fuck ya!" and be waitin' outside for him
Bust him up and see how many
Niggas gon' ride for him
Play the project bricks and watch for the law
Nigga come to my section
We to they section and ward
We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin' niggas that be showin'
Off with they broads
Nigga catch a felony, he takin' his charge
Niggas turnin' state we rapin' the boy
It's a hard life we livin' day by day drama
We earn stripes for killin'
Attack like a piranas
Some of the time motherfuckers
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

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga
Is what'cha do that bitch
Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga
Is what'cha do that bitch

Stay from 'round here, I tell ya
These niggas 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 fuck when ATF is pullin' up
People in the projects say
"Them niggas ain't shit"
They hustle all night for brand new outfit's
You're fuckin' right
That's how it is on the block
Grilled up, t-shirt, 'Bauds and Reeboks
Camouflage around the neck and the dome
Fucked-up attitude totin' a big chrome
Fighting for weed
Nigga ain't ever goin' home
Tryin' to get it how he live with a bundle of
We ain't tryin' to 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 nigga door and
Punish the whole clique

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga
Is what'cha do that bitch
Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga
Is what'cha do that bitch

Come through the hood where I 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, nigga
Leave ya stretched 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
Fuck a nigga's how I feel
No nigga steppin' on my toes
Without feelin', blocka-blocka
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, fuck ya nigga
Don't please, me
I don't love ya nigga, you're no good, playa
I don't trust ya, nigga
To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust nigga
What

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga
Is what'cha do that bitch
Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga
Is what'cha do that bitch
Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga
Is what'cha do that bitch
Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga
Is what'cha do that bitch

Ya heard me put fifty rounds in that nigga's
What'cha do that bitch
Fuck him, ya heard me (Fuck him)
Fuck his whole clique, nigga (Fuck 'em all)
Ya don't like me, I don't like you, nigga
(I don't like ya, nigga) 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
(Blocka-blocka) the niggas ya fuck with, the
Niggas you affiliate with, ya heard me
Any nigga who speak to ya
Nigga, back you up, nigga
Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
Fuck all them old bitch-ass
Niggas throwin' bricks (Fuck 'em all)
It's real over here, nigga, ya heard me
(Fuck 'em all) we got this here
(Fuck 'em all) and we holdin' this here down
Ya heard me, we gon' keep it
Like that, though, ya dig, nigga
Baby, Slim, Juvie, BGeezy
Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me
Joe Casey, Travey, ya heard
Me, all the shots, nigga
We comin' through, nigga
We layin' it down, nigga
And we just doin' what we do keepin' it real
Cash Money for life