Juvenile]

We drink up all the round, 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'... they 'bout they drama

We earn stripes for killin'.. I'll attack like a rhino

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



(Chorus2x B.G.)

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



[Juvenile]

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 outfits

You're fuckin' right... that's how it is on the block

Real duck T-shirt, 'Bauds, and ReeBoks

Camouflage around the neck and the dome

Fucked-up attitude totin' a chrome

Fighting for weed, nigga ain't ever goin' home

Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of (?)

We ain't tryin' ta 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



(Chorus2x)



[B.G.]

Come through the hood where ya 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 stressed 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' !BLOCKAH! !BLOCKAH! 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



(Chorus4x)



[B.G. talking]

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 (!blockah! !blockah!)

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, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me

Joe Casey, Travey, ya heard me, all tha 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