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(Baby Talking) |
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Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout' |
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I peepin'these ******z out here they slippin like they ain't bout |
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money no more man, so what ****** |
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You know what we gon' do ha? |
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We gon' do what we been doin ****** |
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We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say ****** em' |
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****** |
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Keep buyin' *******t |
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Keep ****** hoes |
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Loadin up on mo' ******es |
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Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too ****** |
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I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind |
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(Lil Wayne) |
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I GOT IT |
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I GOT IT |
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(Lil Wayne) |
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Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill. |
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If the elements don't murder you, |
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Tha rydahs will... Fa real. |
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And ******z know I go hard to the fullest; |
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Get involved, |
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And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets. |
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(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully |
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in the Sean John hoodie |
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Get ******--ya play *******. |
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(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin' |
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And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em' |
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DAMN! |
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And if tha red dot spot em' |
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Then tha hollow-head got em' |
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Knock his tops to his bottom Jack. |
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(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom |
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Just to make it to da bottom |
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At the very bottom o' da map |
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Louisiana-- |
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Piranhas Every where U at. |
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U gotta wear a extra condom |
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And a extra gat. |
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Ya ****** could get it fa actin' like a man |
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And ******z in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man |
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I backed his hand...ya man on command |
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In fronta ******z he cool |
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wit dem boyz on fan. |
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I'm on hot. |
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I adjust in different climates |
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Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates |
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U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states |
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Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight. |
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And in a drought |
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I go on a diet and strecth more |
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Lose all dat weight, leave a ****** wit stretch marks |
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You'nt even come up to a ****** chest |
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Pause Up, |
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PAW ,What tha ****** they play dat in da club fa? |
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Real *******t |
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I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war |
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No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law |
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Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pu*******n' Lord |
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Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord |
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I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god |
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They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard. |
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DAMN! |
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Dem ******z ******* and jive--not even in tha eye exam |
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They ain't lookin fa I. |
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Fa A and a K |
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I'll make ya face crook to tha side |
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Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side. |
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Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin' |
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U jus lookin' High |
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And when we hungry, U look like pie |
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Sweet potato-ass ****** |
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U lemon Meringue--Apple custard |
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Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA) |
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What up chizzle? |
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U my distant brotha |
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Real *******t ****** |
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Same father--different motha (*******t) |
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I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it "trill" |
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U not know me fa nothin' otha |
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I'm somethin' otha |
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than people U feel |
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I'm deeper fa real |
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I'm deeper than skills |
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My speeches can kill |
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Rest In Peace! |
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(Baby talking) |
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Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing ******, |
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If you bout money ****** come ****** with us, |
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if you ain't bout money get the ****** from round us ****** |
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And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya ****** |
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Order ******, ya underdig |
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Put ya prints in ****** |
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Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll |
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(Weezy-talking) |
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Let me get it back |
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HEY...HEY |
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(Lil Wayne) |
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U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude |
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I'll bust ya head to da meat. |
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Turn ya mind 2 food. |
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Food fa thought |
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THINK! |
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I ain't lyin' 2 U |
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I'll lie his body in grease |
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Set fire to em' |
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I'll tie his body in sheets |
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Put tha tires to em' |
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Make em' feel tha Escalade |
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Put his feet in tha blades |
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DAMN! |
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I'm tha heat in tha blaze |
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And ******z keep they ways |
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When I'm in tha streets wit Blake. |
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Watch... |
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My ****** hungry--he'll eat tha plate |
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And if I ask tha homeboy |
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he'll eat ya face(YEA) |
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And tho' he got me |
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U can ask |
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I'm like a pool table |
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I keep tha 8! |
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My side pocket--side wayz |
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When I pop it |
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leave a ****** side wayz |
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fa five days |
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Bird man talk |
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(Baby talking) |
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Yeah ******, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty |
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If it ain't about money get all the ****** from round us |
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(Weezy -talking) |
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****** dat... I'm comin' bak gurl! |
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(Lil Wayne) |
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Check my swag |
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I travel light--sound dog |
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U play hard and I gravel like ground dog |
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I'm under ground call me ground hog |
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Lay down laws call me ground law |
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But don't confuse me wit da law |
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Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw |
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Because I am the Birdman J-R |
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I ain't trippin' ****** |
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I play tha corner like Rip-Kin ****** |
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Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin ****** |
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Rip a ****** |
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Flip ya vehicle |
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Split ya wind*******eld |
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Whack ya baby mama |
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But I let tha kid live |
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And people say that I am a kid still |
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Cuz tha lil' ****** still ride on big wheels. |
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U feelin' animal then come on and get killed |
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This kid peel bandanas like bananas |
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Say I'm slight bananas |
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I blow a weekend in Havana |
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In my Gabana wit my bottom ****** from Savannah |
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Man a train couldn't stop ya man |
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I'm man up and U not a man |
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Stand UP |
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say I got my land |
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I'm tha man of my land |
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Call it Lil' Weezy--ana |
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That's tha new plan. |
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(Baby talkin) |
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Yeah ******, you bout some money get at me ****** |
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Thats the only way |
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Dumb *******t we bout that get at me |
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****** roll solo, dolo ****** |
