"Guerrilla" lyrics

[B.G. (Juvenile):]
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 the fuck from 'round here
(Rattin' motherfucker)

[B.G.:]
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 the head, bahdi-by-by, you rest
Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I'm dressed
I represent to the fullest, nigga, in a Rolex
Roamin' on the streets, Feds got a warrant for my arrest
Fuck that, I'm just a nigga they gon' have to catch
I kick a nigga momma door in if he tryin' to 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

[Juvenile (B.G.):]
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)

[Juvenile:]
You don't know you're not suppose to be around these parts
You don't know you goin' in and you might get caught
You be tryin' to get some information out these broads
Tryin' to 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' to figure if you work for the police or what
You plob'ly hangin' 'round a nigga 'cause you need a buck
They got dope around the projects, and it leads to us
Feds know we ain't be sellin' nothin' but kis and up
Rattin', I got you
I'm lookin' for ya with MAC-10s to pop ya
You never thought that I would do that to stop ya
That little man was surprised to have you like I got you
See me empty every clip out of my chopper
You gon' get caught up 'cause you keep fuckin' with poppa... poppa

[Juvenile (B.G.):]
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)

[B.G.:]
Wodie, are you ready to get this beef cookin'?
'Cause once it's on the stove, get on your shit because I'm lookin'
You better 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 the wrong hood and got that ass burnt
Nigga thought it was all good and got that ass burnt... that ass burnt

[Juvenile (B.G.):]
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 better not catch you niggas lookin' at my shop)
(Nigga)

[B.G. (Juvenile):]
Ha-ha
(What up, what up)
Old bitch-ass, ruckus
Fuck, did y'all just jumped off the porch
Ass-niggas better 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 love that
(Askin' my old lady where the dope at, ha)
(Follow her again, bitch, I'ma catch ya)
Uh-huh
Fuckin' with the B.Geezy
(I got a cake baked for ya)
Nigga, Juvie
(We got a cake baked for ya)