Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guerrilla, artist - Juvenile. Album song Tha G-Code, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Guerrilla |
What’s up, Juvie |
What’s happenin', B. Geezy |
I’m chillin'. |
Me, I don’t like them old bitch ass niggas |
I don’t like them bitch ass niggas either |
They better get tha fuck from 'round here |
Rattin' motherfucker |
Nigga, 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 shit 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 nigga best to jet |
Nigga, like a rainstorm, 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, nigga, in a Rolex |
Roamin' on tha streets, Feds got a warrant for my arrest |
Fuck that, I’m just a nigga they gon' have ta catch |
I kick a nigga 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 |
I don’t even want them niggas comin' 'round no more |
I don’t even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes |
I don’t even want them niggas hangin' on our block |
I don’t even want them niggas scorin' out our shop |
I don’t even want them niggas comin' 'round no more |
I don’t even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes |
Man, I don’t even want them niggas ridin' down our block |
I don’t even want them niggas lookin' at our shop |
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 nigga hide his stash and cars |
It’s niggas like you that be gettin' niggas like me stuck |
It’s niggas like you that be givin' niggas like me up |
I’m tryin' ta figure if you work for tha police or what |
You plobly hangin' 'round a nigga '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 fuckin' with poppa… poppa |
I don’t even want them niggas comin' 'round no more |
I don’t even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes |
I don’t even want them niggas hangin' on our block |
I don’t even want them niggas scorin' out our shop |
I don’t even want them niggas comin' 'round no more |
I don’t even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes |
Man, I don’t even want them niggas ridin' down our block |
I don’t even want them niggas lookin' at our shop |
Wodie, are you ready ta get this beef cookin'? |
'Cause once it’s on tha stove, get on your shit because I’m lookin' |
You betta know |
I ain’t gonna let a nigga disrespect my clique |
And I ain’t gon' let a nigga come and take my shit |
That’ll make me look like a stone cold bitch |
So ain’t no way I ain’t gon' grab my K and let my shit spit |
When I spin the ben I don’t give a fuck 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 pussy-niggas… 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 ass burnt |
Nigga thought it was all good and got that ass burnt… that ass burnt |
I don’t even want them niggas comin' 'round no more |
I don’t even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes |
I don’t even want them niggas hangin' on our block |
I don’t even want them niggas scorin' out our shop |
I don’t even want them niggas comin' 'round no more |
I don’t even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes |
Man, I don’t even want them niggas ridin' down our block |
I don’t even want them niggas lookin' at our shop |
I don’t even want these niggas comin' 'round no more |
Look, I don’t even want you niggas fuckin' with our hoes |
I don’t even want you niggas ridin' down my block |
I don’t even betta not catch you niggas lookin' at my shop |
Nigga |
Ha-ha |
What up, what up |
Old bitch-ass, ruckus |
Fuck, did y’all just jumped off tha porch |
Ass-niggas betta stay… your motherfuckin' ass back |
Turnin' state |
Motherfucker 'round here turnin' state, ha |
You’re rattin' on a nigga, ha |
We gonna get your motherfuckin' ass |
How ya luv that |
Askin' my old lady where tha dope at, ha |
Follow her again, bitch, I’ma catch ya |
Uh-huh |
Fuckin' with tha B. Geezy |
I got a cake baked for ya |
Nigga, Juvie |
We got a cake baked for ya |