Welcome 2 Tha Section

(Album: Solja Rags - 1997)

[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 busting domes,
Paper chasing, racing, to six figures,
The law bitching, I'm catching cases toting triggers,
Smoking niggas, all theyself Locing niggas,
I'm choking off the optimal still roping niggas,
Scoping niggas, cuz I'm the same broke nigga,
Snort dope but I still maintain selling coke,
Spin dressing holder, blunt smoker,
Snort a lil' doper, A.K. toter,
I'm a spitting I'm a solja,
Take it off your shoulder,
Respect nigga I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder,
Uptown clown, getting so dirty,
Respect my fucking 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 committing 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 leaving ya hot,
Bodies drop, no more shop, in this spot,
I made it hot busting with the glock non-stop
I'm full of that block, a young G about my cheese,
Jacking for keys, fronting back to real G's,
Trying 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 coming with that tillery, up in my hand
Showing you bitches the reason, that I'm the man,
I'm stopping you hoes from breathing, you understand?
Coming 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 coming,
With the drumming, a chopper, or a street sweeper or something,
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 standing, in the Magnolia with the cannon,
And sure to start damage,
Watching 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, trying 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 running 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, trying to make a come up,

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