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Juvenile

"187"

[B.G.]
I'm a young n*gga, go by tha name B.G
Don't stunt, n*gga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue blues
It'll be no clues
When I strike, you lose
I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes
Your issue's.. where I hang
You cannot stand without your pistol in your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran.. off tha set... like a b*tch
And if you stay.. it's trigga play
Motherf*cker, you get split
And once it's on, it's on, you all in
I'm comin' full force after tha hissin'
Stay off tha block.. cause everyday I spin tha ben
Without a grin
Hot Boy$ I represent.. to tha end
Just me and my girlfriend
We out to win
Still got ki's for ten
I get from B
Bring 'em straight in tha U.P.T
After tha pack it's chance for me off six deep
I front a n*gga
Tried to play me, ain't playin' me
Thought it was all gravy
He got his issue

(Chorus4x [B.G.])
It's gon' be 187 after 187
It's gon' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11
[Juvenile]
They got a lot of.. n*ggas tryin' ta.. get me killed
But I done flipped.. tha f*ckin' script.. and played it real
Now I'm dippin'.. an Expidition.. around tha corner
And can do.. just about.. whatever I want
I'm money-rollin'.. and it's legal
And ain't no quittin' in tha Regal
Behind tha tints.. my chopper's spittin'
Me and Dougie.. f*ck in (?), and showin' us in
It's like a movie.. they wanna do me.. it's on again
I know it's showin'.. how n*ggas scorin'.. I can hear ya talkin'
n*ggas knowin'.. now they hoin'.. to me for offers
I can't holla.. don't have no powder.. until tomorrow
But I got a.. couple of dollars.. that you can borrow
n*gga, go
You're 'round my door.. you're drawin' heat
You can go.. but on this porch you destroyin' me
No exception.. at disrespectin'.. can't let it happen
Now you step in.. my f*ckin' section.. talkin' 'bout jackin'

(Chorus4x)

[B.G.]
Duck.. n*gga, duck
Cuz when I come I gon' bust.. fifty-plus
Don't give a f*ck who in tha way
It's on you.. when I spray
Whoever hit, look here, it's on you
Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it down
We get them pistols in our hand.. and act a clown
n*ggas f*cked up don't know.. what to expect
Cash Money liable to do anything next
Fly around your set in a private jet
Have your b*tch next to me in a Corvette
Or ridin' on tha back of my motorbike
Around tha second line stun'n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom)

[Juvenile]
We showcasin', bodies erasin'.. we want it all
Joe Killer.. told me be patient.. we gonna ball
Seven figures.. me and my n*ggas.. we comin' up
Gettin' rid of.. tha garbage litter.. with fifty-plus
Now we drainin'.. cuz that 'caine in-side of our nose
n*ggas playin' it.. tha way we sayin' it.. to let you know

(Chorus6x)

[B.G.]
Juvenile and tha B.G
Juvenile and tha B.G
Juvenile and tha B.G
Represent tha U.P.T
Tha H.B., uh-huh
Juvenile and tha B.G
Represent Cash Money
Juvenile and tha B.G
Playa haters can't fade me
You can talk that sh*t if you wanna
I'll spin your corner
You'se a gonner

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