Juvenile, Bulletproof, B.G. - Welcome 2 Tha Section lyrics

Is you 'bout what I brang nigga?
Biggety bang nigga?
Get it through your head before
I let it rang nigga
Whoa nigga, you ain't a friend, you a foe
Hoe nigga, I gotta let the pistol go
Show niggas, that I ain't 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 VL off top niggas bustin' domes
Paper chasin', racin', to six figures
The law bitchin'
I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers
Smokin' niggas, all theyself Locin' niggas
I'm chokin' off the optimal
Still ropin' niggas scopin' niggas
'cause I'm the same broke nigga
Snort dope but I still maintain sellin' coke
Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker
Snort a lil' doper, AK toter


I'm a spittin' I'm a solja
Take it off your shoulder
Respect nigga I'm a solja
Take it off your shoulder
Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty
Respect my fuckin' mind
Gotta get my nose dirty
Playa haters wanna kill me
Juvenile I know you feel me
I'm too smart to let em' steal me
Refuse to let 'em steal me
Nigga fuck ya, I'ma pluck ya
Struck ya, wasn't beware of the headbusters

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

SK'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 killed
The shit's 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
Shouldn't trust a, Uptown head buster

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

Where the villains be, is where I stand
I'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand
Showin' you bitches the reason
That I'm the man
I'm stoppin' you hoes from breathin'
You understand?
Comin' with that AK, full of that pure
A cold night in February I had
That bitch like New Year
You better watch me 'cause I be comin'
With the drummin', a chopper
Or a street sweeper or somethin'
Bitch I'ma represent, my 45 pay the rent
You bitch you, you fuck 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 niggas
'cause they donkeys and fools too
Might look like they spooked
But don't let them niggas 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, fuck what a nigga say
Two-twenty three's then breathe fire
Out the hallway
I found myself up in other niggas beef
Know that them TC niggas would die for me
We probably be
In an all-black fist full of that bitch
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 death 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 BG on a hunt, full of that pluck
Two niggas with pistols
Tryin' to make a come up

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