Lyric Welcome 2 Tha Section - Juvenile

Lyric Song Welcome 2 Tha Section: First Verse BG

Is you bout what I brang nigga
Biggety bang nigga
Get it through your head before I let it rang nigga
Whoa niggayou ain t a friendyou a foe
Hoe niggaI gotta let the pistol go
Show niggasthat I ain t the one to blow on
I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on
I roll with niggasthat tote big chrome
Uptown VL off top niggas bustin domes
Paper chasin racin to six figures
The law bitchin I m catchin cases totin triggers
Smokin niggasall theyself Locin niggas
I m chokin off the optimal still ropin niggas
Scopin niggascuz I m the same broke nigga
Snort dope but I still maintain sellin coke
Spin dressin holderblunt smoker
Snort a lil doperAK toter
I m a spittin I m a solja
Take it off your shoulder
Respect nigga I m a soljatake it off your shoulder
Uptown clowngettin so dirty
Respect my fuckin mindgotta 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 yaI ma pluck ya
Struck yawasn t beware of the headbusters

Chorus Manny Fresh

Headbusterswig splittersone 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

SK schoppersthat s how we play
Ride all daygive up your spot for much yay
I hear ya got itshop closewe hit cha block
Unload the glockseventeenwe leavin ya hot
Bodies dropno more shopin this spot
I made it hot bustin with the glock non stop
I m full of that blocka young G about my cheese
Jackin for keysfrontin back to real G s
Tryin to make my millfreezeslip you get killed
The shit s real act a donkey behind a dope house deal
Straight from Uptownreal niggas we in the Wild
Yellow tape stylebound to make the nine growl
Bodies found in the dumpsterby the youngsters
Shouldn t trust aUptown head buster

Chorus

Third Verse Juvenile

Where the villains beis where I stand
I m comin with that tilleryup in my hand
Showin you bitches the reasonthat I m the man
I m stoppin you hoes from breathin you understand
Comin with that AKfull 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 chopperor a street sweeper or somethin
Bitch I ma representmy 45 pay the rent
You bitch youyou 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 niggascuz they donkeys and fools too
Might look like they spookedbut don t let them niggas fool you
Every breath that I breathe would be beefso I snorted
Then proceeded to make my enemy s life shortbout that
Pistol playfuck 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 TC niggas would die for me
We probably be
In an all black fist full of that bitch
And a stroller suburban on the blitztryin to get rich
If in my wayI 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 maUPS your death like the Unibomber
I can t sleepI got so much beef in the game
Every hotel that I change I use an alias name
Me and BG on a huntfull of that pluck
Two niggas with pistolstryin to make a come up

Chorus