F**k That Nigga lyrics

Artist  : Juvenile 
Song : F**k That Nigga



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 [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, "f**k 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 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... motherf**kers 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

(chorus2x b.g.)
Man, pop that nigga
Man, kill that bit*h
Man, shoot that nigga
Man, spank that bit*h
Man, down that nigga, execute that bit*h
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what’cha do
that bit*h

[juvenile]
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 f**k 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 f**kin’ right... that’s how it is on
the block
Real duck t-shirt, ’bauds, and reeboks
Camouflage around the neck and the dome
f**ked-up attitude totin’ a chrome
Fighting for weed, nigga ain’t ever goin’
home
Tryin’ ta get it how he live with a bundle of
(? )
We ain’t tryin’ ta see the jailhouse
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

(chorus2x)

[b.g.]
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
f**k 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, f**k 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

(chorus4x)

[b.g. talking]
Ya heard me
Put fifty rounds in that nigga’s what’cha do
that bit*h
f**k him, ya heard me (f**k him)
f**k his whole clique, nigga (f**k ’em all)
Ya don’t like me, I don’t like you, nigga (I
don’t like ya, 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
(!blockah! !blockah!)
The niggas ya f**k with, the niggas you affiliate
with, ya heard me
Any nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up,
nigga
f**k you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
It’s cash money for life, ya heard me
f**k all them old bit*h-ass niggas throwin’
bricks (? ? ? ? ? ? ? ) (f**k ’em all)
It’s real over here, nigga, ya heard me (f**k
’em all)
We got this here (f**k ’em all) 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
Cash money for life