Guerrilla

talking
B.G. What's up, Juvie
Juvenile What's happenin', B.Geezy
B.G. I'm chillin'. Me, I don't like them old b*tch as*
Juvenile I don't like them b*tch as* either
B.G. They better get tha fk from 'round here
Juvenile Rattin' motherfker

B.G.
nigg*, come on my set, I'ma feel disrespect
Now they gon' get they issue, they done walked into that
No vest ain't gon' protect you
The s**t that's in my clique gon' sail through your chest fool
I'm tellin' you
I'ma bring drama, chaos, nothin' less
When I'm ridin' 'round your set, it's a nigg* best eject
nigg*, like a rain storm, your whole block get wet
All it take is one to tha head, bahdi-by-by, you rest
Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I'm dressed
I represent to tha fullest, nigg*, in a Rolex
Roamin' on tha streets, Feds got a warrant for my arrest
fk that, I'm just a nigg* they gon' have ta catch
I kick a nigg* momma door in if he tryin' ta hide
And then I put one in his mom head if I don't get mine
You could call it what you wanna, but that's how I play it
Now play with me, I got a K, and watch how quick I spray it

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Juvenile I don't even want them comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them fkin' with our hoes
B.G. I don't even want them hangin' on our block
I don't even want them scorin' out our shop
Juvenile I don't even want them comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them fkin' with our hoes
B.G. Man, I don't even want them ridin' down our block
I don't even want them lookin' at our shop

Juvenile
You don't know you're not suppose ta be around these parts
You don't know you goin' in and you might get caught
You be tryin' ta get some information out these broads
Tryin' ta find out where a nigg* hide his stash and cars
It's like you that be gettin' like me stuck
It's like you that be givin' like me up
I'm tryin' ta figure if you work for tha police or what
You plobly hangin' 'round a nigg* 'cause you need a buck
They got dope around tha projects, and it leads to us
Feds know we ain't be sellin' nothin' but ki's and up
Rattin', I gotcha
I'm lookin' for ya with MAC-10's ta pop ya
You never thought that I would do that ta stop ya
That lil' man was surprised to have you like I gotcha
See me empty every clip out of my chopper
You gon' get caught up 'cause you keep fkin' with poppa... poppa

(Chorus)
Juvenile I don't even want them comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them fkin' with our hoes
B.G. Man, I don't even want them hangin' on our block
I don't even want them scorin' out our shop
Juvenile I don't even want them comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them fkin' with our hoes
B.G. Man, I don't even want them ridin' down our block
And I betta not catch them hangin' 'round our shop

B.G.
Wodie, are you ready ta get this beef cookin'?
'Cause once it's on tha stove, get on your s**t because I'm lookin'
You betta know
I ain't gonna let a nigg* disrespect my clique
And I ain't gon' let a nigg* come and take my s**t
That'll make me look like a stone cold b*tch
So ain't no way I ain't gon' grab my K and let my s**t spit
When I spin the ben I don't give a fk who gets split
If you get hit... it's all on you if you innocent
It's game we play, and it's hectic
If you ain't got a vest, you ain't protected
With p*ssy- ... my block's infested
So one by one, they all gon' get rested
Me and my others' dog act a ass, ho
When I hit you all in your face, your casket is closed
You came 'round tha wrong hood and got that as* burnt
nigg* thought it was all good and got that as* burnt... that as* burnt

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Juvenile I don't even want them comin' 'round no more
I don't even want these hangin' 'round my door
B.G. I don't even want these hangin' 'round our block
I don't even want these scorin' out our shop
Juvenile I don't even want these comin' 'round no more
I don't even want these tryin' ta come ta score
B.G. I don't even want these hangin' 'round our block
I don't even want these scorin' out our shop
Juvenile I don't even want these comin' 'round no more
Look, I don't even want you fkin' with our hoes
B.G. I don't even want you ridin' down my block
I don't even betta not catch you lookin' at my shop,
nigg*

B.G. + Juvenile talking
B.G. Ha-ha
Juvenile What up, what up
B.G. Old b*tch-ass, ruckus
fck, did y'all just jumped off tha porch
Ass- betta stay... your mother fkin' as* back
Juvenile Turnin' state
Motherfker 'round here turnin' state, ha
You're rattin' on a nigg*, ha
We gonna get your motherfkin' ass
B.G. How ya luv that
Juvenile Askin' my old lady where tha dope at, ha
Follow her again, b*tch, I'ma catch ya
B.G. Uh-huh
fkin' with tha B.Geezy
Juvenile I got a cake baked for ya
B.G. nigg*, Juvie
Juvenile We got a cake baked for ya