Fuck That Nigga

[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 [Chorus 4x] [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