Juvenile Featuring Bg Bulletproof Welcome 2 Tha Section Lyrics

Welcome 2 Tha Section Lyrics

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