Lyric Welcome 2 Tha Section
[First Verse [B.G.]]
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 V.L. 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, cuz I m the same broke nigga,
Snort dope but I still maintain sellin coke,
Spin dressin holder, blunt smoker,
Snort a lil doper, A.K. 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
[Chorus [Manny Fresh]:]
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
[Second Verse [Bullet Proof]:]
S.K. 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
[Chorus]
[Third Verse [Juvenile]:]
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 A.K., full of that pure,
A cold night in February I had that bitch like New Year,
You better watch me cuz 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, cuz 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 T.C. 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 B.G. on a hunt, full of that pluck,
Two niggas with pistols, tryin to make a come up,
[Chorus]
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 V.L. 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, cuz I m the same broke nigga,
Snort dope but I still maintain sellin coke,
Spin dressin holder, blunt smoker,
Snort a lil doper, A.K. 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
[Chorus [Manny Fresh]:]
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
[Second Verse [Bullet Proof]:]
S.K. 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
[Chorus]
[Third Verse [Juvenile]:]
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 A.K., full of that pure,
A cold night in February I had that bitch like New Year,
You better watch me cuz 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, cuz 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 T.C. 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 B.G. on a hunt, full of that pluck,
Two niggas with pistols, tryin to make a come up,
[Chorus]
