(feat. B.G.)

[Juvenile]

We drink up all the brown, we drink up all the white
We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
We'll tell a ^!$$%, "$#&@ ya!" and be waitin' outside for him

Bust him up and see how many ^!$$%s gon' ride for him
Play the project bricks and watch for the law
^!$$% come to my section, we to they section and ward

We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin' ^!$$%s that be showin' off with they broads
^!$$% catch a felony... he takin' his charge

^!$$%s 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... mother$#&@ers 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

[Chorus x2: B.G.]

Man, pop that ^!$$%
Man, kill that (*##$
Man, shoot that ^!$$%

Man, spank that (*##$
Man, down that ^!$$%, execute that (*##$
Put fifty rounds in that ^!$$% is what'cha do that (*##$


[Juvenile]
Stay from 'round here, I tell ya.. these ^!$$%s 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 $#&@ when ATF is pullin' up

People in the projects say, "Them ^!$$%s ain't %#@!"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
You're $#&@in' right... that's how it is on the block

Grilled up, t-shirt, 'Bauds and Reeboks
Camouflage around the neck and the dome
$#&@ed-up attitude totin' a chrome

Fighting for weed, ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% door and punish the whole clique

[Chorus x2]


[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, ^!$$%.. 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
$#&@ a ^!$$%'s how I feel, no ^!$$% 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, $#&@ ya ^!$$%

Don't please me
I don't love ya ^!$$%, you're no good, playa
I don't trust ya, ^!$$%

To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust ^!$$%, what

[Chorus x4]


[B.G. talking]
Ya heard me

Put fifty rounds in that ^!$$%'s what'cha do that (*##$
$#&@ him, ya heard me ($#&@ him)
$#&@ his whole clique, ^!$$% ($#&@ 'em all)

Ya don't like me, I don't like you, ^!$$% (I don't like ya, ^!$$%)
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 ^!$$%s ya $#&@ with, the ^!$$%s you affiliate with, ya heard me
Any ^!$$% who speak to ya, ^!$$%, back you up, ^!$$%

$#&@ you and all them too, ^!$$%, ya heard me
It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
$#&@ all them old (*##$-ass ^!$$%s throwin' bricks (???????) ($#&@ 'em all)
It's real over here, ^!$$%, ya heard me ($#&@ 'em all)
We got this here ($#&@ 'em all) and we holdin' this here down

Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, ^!$$%
Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me
Joe Casey, Travey, ya heard me, all tha shots, ^!$$%
We comin' through, ^!$$%
We layin' it down, ^!$$%, and we just doin' what we do

Keepin' it real
Cash Money for life