Welcome 2 Tha Section lyrics

[Verse 1: 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, 'cause 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

[Verse 2: 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: 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
[Verse 3: 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 'cause 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, 'cause 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: 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