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(juvenile)
I'ma t.c. solja, new orleans stunna
If a bitch leave me, i'ma take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy me a four-runner
I walk wit a limp, cuz my nuts heavy
And i like it from the back so hold your butt steady
I know i got some big lips, but i ain't trippin
Lil momma i love pussy, but i ain't lickin
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You don't want it girl?, you don't know what you missin
I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin
You ain't heard i got a team of head busters waitin to give me the work
I gotta few in the east coast, a few in the west
Down-south to mid-w, wassup to the rest
Can't forget about the ghetto, where they strugglin in debt
No matter what i get into i love my set

[hook (juvenile)]
Wodie, wassup, wodie, wassup
Set it off in this muthafucka
Wodie, wassup, wodie, wassup
Set it off in this muthafucka
Wodie, wassup, wodie, wassup
Set it off in this muthafucka
Wodie, wassup, wodie, wassup
Set it off in this muthafucka

(juvenile)
That nig-gidty nig-gidty nile's in this bitch, get right
Fuck what you heard on the streets, it's cmr for life
Still ridin on dubs, sippin brown and white
Jump stupid if you want, bitch we gone clown tonite
We got 25 choppers in the v.i.p.
Cristal (?) and a pound of weed
And i know you waitin for me to get drunk, and follow me home
Picture what i'm gone give to u, a shot to yo dome
Fuckin wit yo boys and all that talkin, they gone get hit too
I'm really not givin a fuck, as long as i get u
Jamie, fresh, joe, bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, juvie a motherfucker
I'ma general, executin the plan
Got a vision of that 3rd ward rule'n the land
Comin up on hoes, tellin them to jump in the van
Mommy please come break off just me and my man

[hook]

(juvenile)
55% of these niggaz is fake, the other 45% be handlin they weight
55% of these women is hoes, the other 45% be playin they role
Mr. officer, mr. officer, take these muthafuckin cuffs off of us
We kill nobody in this car, but us
And ridin on 20's is the law for us
I ain't from france, but excuse my french
Fuck ya if ya hatin, nigga save that there
I been dealinw it you bitches from why way back then
Plus i kept a fire ducked off to lay back in
You say my momma played me and j be tight
Juvie takin care, so everything alright
Bitches see the sliver seraph wit the phat ass pipes
Bein followed by some niggaz on some bad ass bikes

[hook]

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 bustin' domes,
Paper chasin', racin', to six figures,
The law bitchin', i'm catchin' cases totin' triggers,
Smokin' niggas, all theyself locin' niggas,
I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' niggas,
Scopin' niggas, cuz i'm the same broke nigga,
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 nigga i'm a solja, take it off your shoulder,
Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty,
Respect my fuckin' 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 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 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 comin' with that tillery, up in my hand
Showin' you bitches 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 bitch like new year,
You better watch me cuz i be comin',
With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin',
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 standin', in the magnolia with the cannon,
And sure to start damage,
Watchin' 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, 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 niggas with pistols, tryin' to make a come up,

Chorus