[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