Guerrilla

[Intro: 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 tha fuck from 'round here

Rattin' motherfucker

[Verse 1: 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 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

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 2: Juvenile]

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

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 3: B.G.]

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

[Chorus: 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 betta not catch you niggas lookin' at my shop

Nigga

{Outro: ​B.G. & Juvenile}​

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