In My Section (from "New Louisiana" compilation)

[Byrd:]
I'm ready when you ready Q
Byrdie. Scotty Cain
In my section, street niggas be undercover
Everybody cut-throat, don't know who love you

[Scotty Cain:]
We was raised around guns...
Then he gone meet the sun...
Killing over bitches...
Look

[Hook:]
In my section we was raised around guns
Nigga snitch on a good nigga then he gone meet the sun
In my section niggas killing over bitches
Better stay your distance, ain't from here don't go to tripping
In my section niggas thugging ain't thinking about jail
So if you slip up you get hit up nobody gone tell
In my section niggas plotting on they niggas
So what the fuck make you think them niggas won't come and steal you

If you know me you know I'm from that 12150
Young age clutching Glocks can't let you come and kill me
Niggas slanging iron with knife out this shit get wicked
I put that poppa on a nigga his people won't get me
Aye, I'm from where niggas killing their own parters
Over a couple dollars
Rocking them with that chopper
I'm a survivor you try me ain't no stunting I'm popping
If I can't get you they gone get you my youngins they wilding
A lot of murder in my section you play it get hectic
We ain't fighting this ain't Tekkin I'm upping the Weston
You can't find no ho in my blood I ain't never been scary
Hoes talk, make them niggas pop up at your shit like Freddy
All them snitches they get buried can't deal with no telling
I'll smoke a 7 and suit up for a mission I'm ready
We was taught jumping fences with them K's and they heavy
So don't come in my section tripping shit gone get deadly

[Hook]

[Byrd:]
I come in Scotty, uh
My life hard, no birthdays or wedding bells
All I know, is shoot offs and catching sales
Bail my niggas out, every time they touch the jail
[?] soldier stores, that's all I tell
Jack by your brothers, kill by your own cousin
Bitches with the shits, you better watch who you fucking
How you feel if your girl was trying to set you up
Leave you down bad so a side nigga could wet you up
Sticks and stones may break my bones so words will never hurt me
Got a shooter for your shooter for whoever try to murk me
I don't make mistakes, I fuck shit up on purpose
See who got your back when them bullets start dispersing
I'm backing up; Everything that Scotty says
Put change on any nigga, touch a dread on Scotty head
Ain't nothing but rage, jacking, and killing in my section
Don't want to catch nut, you better stay protected

[Hook]