เนื้อเพลง Welcome 2 Tha Section - Juvenile

[First Verse [B.G.]]

Is you bout what I brang n*gga?
Biggety-bang n*gga?
Get it through your head before I let it rang n*gga
Whoa n*gga, you ain't a friend, you a foe,
Hoe n*gga, I gotta let the pistol go,
Show n*ggas, that I ain't the one to blow on,
I told ya n*gga with the four four I get it on,
I roll with n*ggas, that tote big chrome,
Uptown V.L. off top n*ggas bustin' domes,
Paper chasin', racin', to six figures,
The law b*tchin', I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers,
Smokin' n*ggas, all theyself Locin' n*ggas,
I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' n*ggas,
Scopin' n*ggas, cuz I'm the same broke n*gga,
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 n*gga I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder,
Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty,
Respect my f*ckin' 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,
N*gga f*ck 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 sh*t's real act a donkey behind a dope house deal,
Straight from Uptown, real n*ggas 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 b*tches 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 b*tch like New Year,
You better watch me cuz I be comin',
With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin',
B*tch I'ma represent, my .45 pay the rent,
You b*tch you, you f*ck 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 n*ggas, cuz they donkeys and fools too,
Might look like they spooked, but don't let them n*ggas 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, f*ck what a n*gga say,
Two-twenty three's then breathe fire out the hallway,
I found myself up in other n*ggas beef,
Know that them T.C. n*ggas would die for me,
We probably be,
In an all-black fist full of that b*tch,
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 n*ggas with pistols, tryin' to make a come up,

[Chorus]