[Juvenile]
Them Hot Boys out here, ya heard me?
The B.G., headbussin` Moe, fa sho
Bout to make it happen,
Magnolia bout that gafflin`
Valence & Magnolia
First Verse [Juvenile]:
I`m in the jungle, of niggas that`s lookin` for static,
Two niggas stuck and jackin` just to support his habit,
Them people rollin`, so I gotta do what I can,
I gotta pound of that sand I picked up from the man,
The luxuries I gotta have it, black savage,
He`s in the streets holdin` up traffic,
With the plastic, Desert Eagle .45 automatic,
My glass is, filled with J.D. and coca-cola classic,
And niggas that playa-hate I got somethin` for yo asses
I`ma act a donkey, boy you best not run up on me,
You niggas phony, that`s why I did that to your homie,
For instance, when the Mac-9 will erase your existence
So distance, yourself from me cuz my conscience be clickin`,
Niggas be paranoid when they see I be dippin`,
Sayin`, man let me go, he bout to stomp on that trigger,
Somebodies wig get split in the middle of the street,
I got your brains to show you bitches, stop playin` with me,
And ain`t no thing I got my ruger and I aint` scared to die,
Cross that line and I`ma shoot`cha and tell your Mommy bye-bye,
Hungry for money, like vampires hungry for blood,
Better get to runnin`, solja reeboks is in the mud
Chorus [Bulletproof]:
Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,
With a strap hollerin` Nigga what you said?
That iron again is mine right? Snatchin` for a kidnap,
People out that project say Juvenile you did that?
That iron again is mine right? Snatchin` for a kidnap,
People out that project say Juvenile you did that?
Man, Juvenile you did that...
Second Verse [Big Moe]:
Don`t get caught up fools, in the wrong way,
Cuz them niggas out that Lio stay totin` them A.K.`s
The baddest trigga happy niggas I ever saw,
Calliope niggas play the muthafuckin` game raw,
So don`t get`cha self in a jam,
Cuz these niggas I hang with really don`t give a damn,
With the quickness, nigga they put them K`s to use,
Niggas like Wango, Wine, Spig, and my boy Deuce,
So any nigga want some drama get strapped,
So I can put your bitch ass in my Rest In Peace wrap
Cuz dead, yeah, is what`cha gonna be,
If you fuck with this nigga from that C-P 3,
So don`t be fuckin` with me,
Cuz you`ll be lookin` down the barrel of a nine double M, homie
And with a nigga like me, holdin` the gat,
I`ma pull the fuckin` trigger and bust ya head to the fat,
Then watch your brain run down the city drain,
And after that, leave the spot cuz Frank Mignon`s comin` to get the remains,
So all you gangsta ass niggas tilt your hat,
And plus that bullshit y`all niggas out here are tryin` to do?
I fuckin` been there and done that
Chorus [Bulletproof]:
Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,
With a strap hollerin` Nigga what you said?
That iron again is mine right? Snatchin` for a kidnap,
People out that project say Big Moe you did that?
That iron again is mine right? Snatchin` for a kidnap,
People out that project say Big Moe you did that?
Third Verse [B.G.]:
Don`t make me pull my pistol nigga, cuz fa-shiggidy I`ma use it
This life you strugglin` through you gone lose it,
I come through actin` foolish, with semi-automatics,
Shit get hectic, blast, or get blasted,
I`ma a Baby Gangsta bout drama, bout buckin`,
Full of that dustin`, you bust, I`m bustin`,
You shoot, I shoot
You miss, I hit,
Hot Boy representin` that gangsta shit,
Stop playin` with the young soldier, believe,
You jeopardizin` what`s on your shoulder, you shoot at me
Take it to the streets, you ain`t bout that action,
Packin` two twenty-three`s, sweepers knock you off your feet,
St. Thomas still got them bags for twenty-five,
Before I go on the pride, I`m full of that Worldwide,
Goin` for crime I`ll spank them, can`t swim with the sharks,
Through this water, muthafucka I`ll spank`em,
Get`cha mind right, nigga, fuckin` with me,
Think twice I tote iron I`ma a true B.G.,
