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[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Young desperado straight out the grotto
I`m so bad my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga but see me as a fuckin` rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It`s a drought ain`t it? How the fuck would I know?
Nigga I been gettin` my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets... check my bio
I started high wit` two O`s just like Ohio
I`m fuckin` nuts... cashews
But I`m so DC like fat shoes
I skate away... like later dudes!
Never get caught baby I`m mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped... I made it move
Respect me nigga I`m a dog... no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin` suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Keep talkin` that shit that you talkin`
And we gon` have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... keep talkin` that shit that you talkin`
And we gon` have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... `Cause you aint really even `bout all that
You ain`t really even `bout all that
And don`t`cha forget.. I know ya you ain`t `bout all that
You ain`t never been about all that... fall back
[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
Niggaz must want Joey to lean on `em
Flash the binky splash his dreams on `em
Let `em sleep on it it`s nothin` to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin` packs
Yeah Weezy homie`s got yo` back whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain`t shit you tell me
Nigga... how you want it ?? coke or dog food?
My shit`ll have you runnin` naked like an old school
And yeah we `bout it `bout it and you ain`t ridin` on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin` suicidal warmin`
And I`m a rider homie and you can find it on me
That 40 cal`ll get you ??
This shit is funny to me
All these niggaz frontin` war but they runnin` from me... Crack!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
I had `em as lil` niggaz raised `em `round real niggaz
Poppin` bottles fuckin` wit` them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceilin` me and my young nigga
Chillin` I`m in the streets hustlin` gettin` money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
Nigga got some mo` jewels we was gettin` money
And ain`t nothin` ever changed still doin` the thang
Still gettin` money still spendin` change
We hustlin` from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin` everyday like the money ain`t comin`
Nigga... yeah we ridin` woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs
Wish I woulda caught `em I`dda split they fuckin` wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I`ma do my thang believe dat
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
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