Fuck That Nigga Lyrics - Tha G-code - Juvenile

We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white 

We go to all the spots, we be up all the night 

We'll tell a nigga 'Fuck ya' and be waitin' outside for him 

Bust him up and see how many niggas gon' ride for him 

Play the project bricks and watch for the law 

Nigga come to my section we goin' to they section and ward 

We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars 

Spankin' niggas that be showin' off with they broads 

Nigga catch a felony, he takin' his charge 

Niggas turnin' state, we rapin' the boy 

It's a hard life we livin', they 'bout they drama 

We earn stripes for killin', I'll attack like a rhino 

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 

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch 

Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch 

Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch 

Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch 

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch 

Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch 

Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch 

Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch 

Stay from 'round here, I tell ya these niggas 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 niggas ain't shit" 

They hustle all night for brand new outfits 

You're fuckin' right, that's how it is on the block 

Real duck T-shirt, 'Bauds and Reebok's 

Camouflage around the neck and the dome 

Fucked up attitude totin' a big chrome 

Fighting for weed, nigga ain't ever goin' home 

Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of [Incomprehensible] 

We ain't tryin' ta see the jail house 

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 nigga door and punish the whole clique 

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch 

Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch 

Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch 

Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch 

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch 

Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch 

Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch 

Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch 

Come through the hood where ya 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, nigga, leave ya stressed 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 nigga's how I feel, no nigga steppin' on my toes 

Without feelin' blockah, blockah 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 nigga, don't please me 

I don't love ya nigga, you're no good, playa 

I don't trust ya, nigga 

To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust nigga, what 

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch 

Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch 

Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch 

Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch 

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch 

Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch 

Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch 

Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch 

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch 

Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch 

Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch 

Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch 

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch 

Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch 

Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch 

Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch 

Ya heard me 

Put fifty rounds in that nigga's what'cha do that bitch 

Fuck him, ya heard me, fuck his whole clique, nigga 

Ya don't like me, I don't like you, nigga 

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 

The niggas ya fuck with, the niggas you affiliate with, ya heard me 

Any nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga 

Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me 

It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me 

Fuck all them old bitch ass niggas throwin' bricks [Incomprehensible] 

It's real over here, nigga, ya heard me 

We got this here and we holdin' this here down 

Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, nigga 

Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me 

Joe Casey, Travey ya heard me, all tha shots, nigga 

We comin' through, nigga, we layin' it down, nigga 

And we just doin' what we do, keepin' it real