Welcome 2 Tha Section Lyrics - Bulletproof

Is you 'bout what I brang nigga? 

Biggety-bang nigga? 

Get it through your head before I let it rang nigga 

Whoa nigga, you ain't a friend, you a foe 

Hoe nigga, I gotta let the pistol go 

Show niggas, that I ain't the one to blow on 

I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on 

I roll with niggas, that tote big chrome 

Uptown V.L. off top niggas bustin' domes 

Paper chasin', racin', to six figures 

The law bitchin', I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers 

Smokin' niggas, all they self locin' niggas 

I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' niggas 

Scopin' niggas, 'cuz I'm the same broke nigga 

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 nigga I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder 

Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty 

Respect my fuckin' 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 

Nigga fuck ya, I'ma pluck ya 

Struck ya, wasn't beware of the head busters 

Head busters, wig splitters, one time 

Hot boys committin' that crime 

Welcome to the section of the hot boys 

Look out for the infrared dot boy 

S.K.'s, choppers, that's how we play 

Ride all day, give up your spot for much ya 

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 shit's real act a donkey behind a dope house deal 

Straight from Uptown, real niggas 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 

Head busters, wig splitters, one time 

Hot boys committin' that crime 

Welcome to the section of the hot boys 

Look out for the infrared dot boy 

Where the villains be, is where I stand 

I'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand 

Showin' you bitches 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 bitch like New Year 

You better watch me 'cuz I be comin' 

With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin' 

Bitch, I'ma represent, my .45 pay the rent 

You bitch you, you fuck 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 niggas, 'cuz they donkeys and fools too 

Might look like they spooked, but don't let them niggas 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, fuck what a nigga say 

Two-twenty three's then breathe fire out the hallway 

I found myself up in other niggas beef 

Know that them T.C. niggas would die for me 

We probably be 

In an all-black fist full of that bitch 

And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin' to get rich 

If in my way, I'm gone funk ya 

Imagine your body deteriorating 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 niggas with pistols, tryin' to make a come up 

Head busters, wig splitters, one time 

Hot boys committin' that crime 

Welcome to the section of the hot boys 

Look out for the infrared dot boy