Juvenile, B.G. - Guerrilla lyrics

What's up, Juvie what's happenin', BGeezy
I'm chillin' me
I don't like them old bitch ass niggas
I don't like them bitch ass niggas either
They better get tha fuck from 'round here
Rattin' motherfucker

Nigga, come on my set, I'ma feel disrespect
Now they gon' get they issue
They done walked into that
No vest ain't gon' protect you
The shit that's in my clique gon'
Sail through your chest fool i'm tellin' you
I'ma bring drama, chaos, nothin' less
When I'm ridin' 'round your set
It's a nigga best to jet
Nigga, like a rainstorm
Your whole block get wet
All it take is one to tha head, bahdi-by-by
You rest solja-Rees and 'Bauds
That is how I'm dressed


I represent to tha fullest, nigga, in a Rolex
Roamin' on tha streets
Feds got a warrant for my arrest fuck that
I'm just a nigga they gon' have ta catch
I kick a nigga momma door in
If he tryin' ta hide
And then I put one in his mom
Head if I don't get mine
You could call it what you wanna
But that's how I play it
Now play with me, I got a K
And watch how quick I spray it

I don't even want them niggas
Comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas
Fuckin' with our hoes
I don't even want them niggas
Hangin' on our block
I don't even want them niggas
Scorin' out our shop
I don't even want them niggas
Comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas
Fuckin' with our hoes
Man, I don't even want them
Niggas ridin' down our block
I don't even want them niggas
Lookin' at our shop

You don't know you're not suppose
Ta be around these parts
You don't know you goin' in
And you might get caught
You be tryin' ta get some
Information out these broads
Tryin' ta find out where a nigga
Hide his stash and cars
It's niggas like you that be
Gettin' niggas like me stuck
It's niggas like you that be
Givin' niggas like me up
I'm tryin' ta figure if you work
For tha police or what
You plobly hangin' 'round a nigga
'cause you need a buck
They got dope around tha projects
And it leads to us
Feds know we ain't be sellin'
Nothin' but ki's and up rattin', I gotcha
I'm lookin' for ya with MAC-10's ta pop ya
You never thought that I would
Do that ta stop ya
That lil' man was surprised to
Have you like I gotcha
See me empty every clip out of my chopper
You gon' get caught up 'cause you
Keep fuckin' with poppa poppa

I don't even want them niggas
Comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas
Fuckin' with our hoes
I don't even want them niggas
Hangin' on our block
I don't even want them niggas
Scorin' out our shop
I don't even want them niggas
Comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas
Fuckin' with our hoes
Man, I don't even want them
Niggas ridin' down our block
I don't even want them niggas
Lookin' at our shop

Wodie, are you ready ta
Get this beef cookin'?
'Cause once it's on tha stove
Get on your shit because I'm lookin'
You betta know i ain't gonna let a
Nigga disrespect my clique
And I ain't gon' let a nigga
Come and take my shit
That'll make me look like a stone cold bitch
So ain't no way I ain't gon' grab
My K and let my shit spit
When I spin the ben I don't
Give a fuck who gets split
If you get hit it's all
On you if you innocent
It's game we play, and it's hectic
If you ain't got a vest, you ain't protected
With pussy-niggas my block's infested
So one by one, they all gon' get rested
Me and my others' dog act a ass, ho
When I hit you all in your face
Your casket is closed
You came 'round tha wrong hood
And got that ass burnt
Nigga thought it was all good and got
That ass burnt that ass burnt

I don't even want them niggas
Comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas
Fuckin' with our hoes
I don't even want them niggas
Hangin' on our block
I don't even want them niggas
Scorin' out our shop
I don't even want them niggas
Comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas
Fuckin' with our hoes
Man, I don't even want them
Niggas ridin' down our block
I don't even want them niggas
Lookin' at our shop
I don't even want these niggas
Comin' 'round no more
Look, I don't even want you
Niggas fuckin' with our hoes
I don't even want you niggas
Ridin' down my block
I don't even betta not catch you
Niggas lookin' at my shop nigga

Ha ha what up, what up
Old bitch-ass, ruckus
Fuck, did y'all just jumped off tha porch
Ass-niggas betta stay your
Motherfuckin' ass back turnin' state
Motherfucker 'round here turnin' state, ha
You're rattin' on a nigga, ha
We gonna get your motherfuckin' ass
How ya luv that
Askin' my old lady where tha dope at, ha
Follow her again, bitch, I'ma catch ya
Uh, huh fuckin' with tha BGeezy
I got a cake baked for ya nigga, Juvie
We got a cake baked for ya