[Verse 1: Juvenile]
We drink up all the brown, we drink up all the white
We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
We'll tell a n***a, "Fuck ya!" and be waitin' outside for him
Bust him up and see how many n***as gon' ride for him
Play the project bricks and watch for the law
N***a come to my section, we to they section and ward
We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin' n***as that be showin' off with they broads
N***a catch a felony, he takin' his charge
N***as turnin' state... we rapin' the boy
It's a hard life we livin' day by day drama
We earn stripes for killin'.. attack like a piranas
Some of the time... motherfuckers be off they bases
Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces
But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's

[Chorus: B.G.]
Man, pop that n***a, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that n***a, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that bitch
Man, pop that n***a, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that n***a, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that bitch
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Stay from 'round here, I tell ya, these n***as ain't cool
Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool
We be duckin' off in the hallways, and in the cuts
Gettin' the fuck when ATF is pullin' up
People in the projects say, "Them n***as ain't shit"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
You're fuckin' right, that's how it is on the block
Grilled up, t-shirt, 'Bauds and Reeboks
Camouflage around the neck and the dome
Fucked-up attitude totin' a big chrome
Fighting for weed, n***a ain't ever goin' home
Tryin' to get it how he live with a bundle of [?]
We ain't tryin' to see the jailhouse
But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
Know what I'm sayin', lil' daddy
We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
Kick in a n***a door and punish the whole clique

[Chorus: B.G.]
Man, pop that n***a, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that n***a, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that bitch
Man, pop that n***a, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that n***a, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that bitch
[Verse 3: B.G.]
Come through the hood where I 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, n***a, leave ya stretched 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 n***a's how I feel, no n***a steppin' on my toes
Without feelin', blocka-blocka, 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 somethin' awful
Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin
Ain't part of my clique, fuck ya n***a
Don't please me
I don't love ya n***a, you're no good, playa
I don't trust ya, n***a
To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust n***a, what

[Chorus: B.G.]
Man, pop that n***a, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that n***a, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that bitch
Man, pop that n***a, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that n***a, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that bitch
Man, pop that n***a, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that n***a, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that bitch
Man, pop that n***a, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that n***a, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that n***a, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that n***a is what'cha do that bitch
[Outro: B.G.]
Ya heard me
Put fifty rounds in that n***a's what'cha do that bitch
Fuck him, ya heard me (Fuck him)
Fuck his whole clique, n***a (Fuck 'em all)
Ya don't like me, I don't like you, n***a (I don't like ya, n***a)
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 (Blocka-blocka)
The n***as ya fuck with, the n***as you affiliate with, ya heard me
Any n***a who speak to ya, n***a, back you up, n***a
Fuck you and all them too, n***a, ya heard me
It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
Fuck all them old bitch-ass n***as throwin' bricks [?] (Fuck 'em all)
It's real over here, n***a, ya heard me (Fuck 'em all)
We got this here (Fuck 'em all) and we holdin' this here down
Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, n***a
Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me
Joe Casey, Travey, ya heard me, all the shots, n***a
We comin' through, n***a
We layin' it down, n***a, and we just doin' what we do
Keepin' it real
Cash Money for life