The Reunion

[Intro: Birdman]

Plaques on the wall, boy

[Verse 1: Birdman]

'87, nigga, when I flipped my whole brick, huh

Bitch, I kept it real, stayed away from ho shit, huh (Ho shit)

'91, nigga, now I'm headin' to the beach house (Beach house)

Nigga know it's gangster shit every time I speak out

Lil' mama know the rules, we gon' give 'em the blues (Give 'em the blues)

I told the ho the business, she respectin' the move

Back in my 'Lac and we put him on shoes quick

We don't respеct the game, you know we brеakin' the rules, bitch

Pickup at 11, concert at 11

Choppin' at them niggas with that AK-47, ah

Pickup at 11, concert at 11

Choppin' at them niggas with that AK-47, ah

[Chorus: Juvenile & B.G.]

And, man, I came up from the bottom

Niggas from my hood don't wanna see me blow

Now they watchin' me like it's a problem

They wish they was on fire like the weed I smoke (Hold up, look)

[Verse 2: B.G.]

Pop at niggas for nothin' (Nothin'), pop at niggas for trippin' (Trippin')

Pop at niggas for runnin' 'round this bitch actin' like bitches (Pussy)

I be standin' on business (Business), I be ridin' with switches (Switches)

Thuggin' is how I'm livin' (Livin'), in and out of the prison (Yeah)

I'm the heart of the streets (Streets), in and out of the trenches (Trenches)

I'm a Hot Boy 'til I die, know that's a given

Last nigga played with my name, he still missin' (Still)

I love to see the face on the t-shirt with the picture (Face, yeah)

I'm tied with the mob (Mob), I'm tied with them guys (Guys)

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, that fuckin' dollar sign (Yeah)

Play with us, we comin' like the fuckin' Taliban ('Ban)

It's Gizzle, nigga, rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a man, yeah

[Chorus: Juvenile]

And, man, I came up from the bottom

Niggas from my hood don't wanna see me blow

Now they watchin' me like it's a problem

They wish they was on fire like the weed I smoke

[Verse 3: Juvenile]

Y'all was happy to see me go 'cause that's when everybody start eatin'

That's when everybody start cookin' up, but nobody had no seasoning

Can't nobody make no real money, you was lucky if you broke even

I'm back now and I'm full-fledged with it, now y'all can start leavin'

And now y'all can stop breathin' 'cause my team about to go demon

Me, Birdman, B.G., Turk, Mannie Fresh, and the one they call Weezy

If you're family and you're smokin' weed with my opps, nigga, that's treason

Tryna take me out of my comfort zone, I'ma ring you out of my region

Got a water jug on my neck and wrist, that's Fiji and artesian

Dressed up in high fashion, nigga, like Coach Steve Sarkisian

My grandmother say, "Grandson, what I'ma do with y'all heathens?"

I say, "Grandma, shit, I don't know, you better deep-freeze my semen," uh

[Chorus: Juvenile]

And, man, I came up from the bottom

Niggas from my hood don't wanna see me blow

Now they watchin' me like it's a problem

They wish they was on fire like the weed I smoke