Fuck That Nigga

(album: Tha G-Code - 1999)

[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 waiting 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
Spanking niggas that be showing off with they broads
Nigga catch a felony... he taking his charge
Niggas turning state... we raping the boy
It's a hard life we living... they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes for killing.. I'll attack like a rhino
Some of the time... motherfuckers be off they bases
Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
Looking like a duck, seeing all the wrong faces
But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's

[Chorus 2x 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 ducking off in the hallways.. and in the cuts
Getting the fuck when ATF is pulling up
People in the projects say, "Them niggas ain't shit"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
You're fucking 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 toting a chrome
Fighting for weed, nigga ain't ever going home
Trying ta get it how he live with a bundle of (?)
We ain't trying ta see the jailhouse
But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
Know what I'm saying, lil' daddy
We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
Kick in a nigga door and punish the whole clique

[Chorus 2x]

[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 stepping on my toes
Without feeling !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 something 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 nutting but a bust nigga, what

[Chorus 4x]

[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 throwing 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 holding 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 coming through, nigga
We laying it down, nigga, and we just doing what we do
Keeping it real
Cash Money for life