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[Juvenile]
c'mon, c'mon, hmmm, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, Bitches is pulling out they best suits, gangstas is getting dressed too, Don't even underestimate the power of a test tube, Its a fasho shot, some of these niggas know not, that's why they so hot, always up in the dope spots, I hope my niggas feel what I'm saying, I'm trying to put lil whodi up on his game, And dick suckers ain't playing, and duck nigga look I won't remain, You stuck even if you don't restrain, I'ma be in the cut, Some of you got it, some of you fuckin' up, you better get your life together before you loose that bruh, You got cocaine you better move that bruh, you got a brain you better loose that bruh, you got a half you better loose that bruh, don't even choose that bruh, so move on, I did this album right here for keeping me and you strong, [Juvenile] that's right cousin, I did this album right here for me and my people ya heard me, And we got the lord on our side so can't nothing you do or say to me bother me cousin, I'ma be here until its all over with, I been through a lot the past few years, But I ain't holding no grudges, its all about me and my family, U.T.P, this how we eat cousin, what |
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The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin, with penitentiary chances The dope roped up in the cup of their pants Fiends flock like ??? come get this candy I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O's Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll If I spot the laws comin, hey its time to roll Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang Plus it's a sweet day, me next score for three days One time they say what you mean, I gets the green Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me? In my predicament I'm guilty until proven innocent Hustle ridiculous, I'm tryin to get this dope continuos Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain't tryin to fall Want everybody numb like ambasol But he heard (Chorus 1) Uh oh There go them fuckin po-po's And if you know like I know You better get off the corner I'm a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it Do not twist because lil man is trippin They could have ya body in three different places Ain't nothin gravy, but save it Cause I'm a ride and hit the nigga street Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree While I'm shitty from the weed Like were them bustas be I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set Come outside late at night to your surprise I'm here with Tecks Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it's so realistic So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fetti Be on the block until them souljas hit it That's when he heard.... (Chorus 2) Blocka Me come to tear your block up If you don't want no problems You better get off the corner All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it I make a livin in this crooked public distributin Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin The hottest D in town lookin for me hit me Tuesday, like after six See I crack the bricks right down to Z's Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp's to ki's Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin No droughts I don't sit on nothin I don't believe I'm frontin If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege And the law don't bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G's Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets I'm tryin to deal with every nigga, and sell the birds up cheap I'm greedy, if there's any money bein made from drugs I need it Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can't beat it Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it Does anybody else, I'll pay em a visit That's when ya heard.... (Chorus 3) Come here peeps I'm hearin that you run these streets You don't want beef Then get off the corner (Chorus 1,2,3,3 repeat 2x) Uh oh, you better get off the corner, skirt Blocka, you better get off the corner Come here, you better get off the corner Get off the corner, Get off the corner What, uh oh, get off the corner What, uh oh, you better off the corner What, uh oh, you better off the corner What, uh oh, you better off the corner Like dat, Get off the corner |
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(Lil Wayne)
Whaaat You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour And most of our customers come up to us daily Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings and z's to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens You need to see Wheez - anything you like and I have 'em From crack to Viagra, and Vicadins valiums I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av So get all your money together, come and get my slabs I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav' And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid For the white people, when I get two bricks for ten, I know the right people And I keep a nine on my waistline And I'ma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind (Hook (Lil Wayne)) I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm tryin' to grind I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm on the grind (Lil Wayne) Nigga, y'all gon' respect Wheezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', "Stop!" I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee And if we beef, we don't beef long 'cause we gon' creep all night So I hope you don't sleep all night - we on your street all night Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get me shoes 'cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes And the bricks move every followin' week So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d And I shower your streets until your av pass out More bricks than “The Three Lil Pigs'?? last damn house Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts And issue work for half and just grab that south For real, nigga - Wheezy Whee tryin' to shine From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm on the grind I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm on the grind (Lil Wayne) Start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's Takes seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'ma tax a dude Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run I'm tryin' to get rich 'cause I wan' shine You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time (Hook-4x (Lil Wayne)) I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm on the grind (Lil Wayne) Look, Whaaaaaa |
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(talking)
I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions What it be like up there baby boy, ay this here ya son hollerin at ya I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya But I know you watchin, peepin down on how I'm livin Ay, tell Jesus I said thanks for the blessings he sendin Please ask him to forgive me for the sins I commit Just let him know I'm still young and at risk Say, I'll never forget the time that you caught me smokin herb in the house I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out But you just talked it over with my mom and got it situated in due time Told me get the paper instead of high So now I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog I wanted to be just like you my whole life dog I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain through me And dog I know I can't see you but I bet that you smilin And I'm a make you even happier, I promise (Chorus) 2x I know you can't be close to my nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog I know you see my daughter growin up and bad as ever But she cool 'cause she do whatever daddy tell her And your wife, she's still the most wonderful woman I just built her a new house, she ain't runnin from nothin B and Slim, them niggas still love me like they own child Ms. Rose nerves get bad, but still she gon' smile And me I'm on some "squash it" and some debate it But I know they love it way more than they hate it And I know you probably laughin at the way I treat these hoes and these bitches I try love 'em, my BM be trippin But Rabbit, you know one thing, I got the game from you, every perspective That's why I keep the gun at close connection for protection And you see I left school behind and chose CMB It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely Watch over me my nigga, just guide me (Chorus) I swear to you man, at some times I really wish I was with you 'Cause I get fed up with this life and I miss you Somebody pass me a tissue, and let me wipe the tears from my eyes Yeah, nigga I cried, it's 'cause I loved you dog I promise I won't ever put nothin above you dog So I live my life in dedication of you dog I know you see me happy on the outside and hurt within Make me wanna grab that gun and burst again But I know they got a reason why I'm here And I know they got a reason why you gone And therefore, I'm succeedin on my own But you ain't never left me, nigga, you still dwell in my heart I can't forget you kept it real from the start And until my last breath I exhale, I'm a keep you with me And when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with me And tell them niggas Pac, B.I.G. and Pun I said "thay's my peoples" Watch over me nigga 'til I see you (Chorus) 1 1/2x (Wayne talking) I know I can't be close to you (dog) I know you watching over me dog But the shit's that it hurt and burn deep Its alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog Rabid, nigga, its your son I'm down in your hole and your down You see Cita strait, mom strait Your mom strait, I mean Everything going right Me and Slim nigga, is the realist niggas I ever met dog And plus now i'm on some Squad Shit My niggas, they keep it real with me I keep it real with them My little girl growning beutiful as ever man You need to see her dog, she bad though man Anyway dog, aiight holla! |
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you have now reached the end of side A it is time to turn over wait turnover
get a fuckin CD asshole so bring your ass down to fuckin sound advice buy a fuckin CD player go to fuckin sam goody buy the fuckin CD stop copying shit on tapes you fuckin loser and play the shit right and if you aint feelin it your fucked up your deaf so the shit better rattle your fuckin trunk better make your fuckin ear drums bleed better make the neighbors go wow what the fuck is that whats so loud is there another party at the house no its fuckin Lil Waynes album rockin this shit motherfucker |
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(Lil Wayne)
Look look look - don't play with me Look look look Huh? Huh? Look Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready Come and get it - it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater I'm just terror, or better yet, horror or drama And tomorrow I'ma hit the block and barrow your momma Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Don't play with me - I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun And I pop my gun Better hide and run (Lil Wayne) What is this that done got me in your district? Twist it Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians I'm tipsy - I've been sippin' on that Hennessy, people Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people Seventeen creeper is who I - what I - be, dog The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five In heat, dog? It's your life or me, dog On four tires, or feet, dog I still be on the block sweepin' Nobody is not sleepin' Got me in all black with a gun in a palm Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome Dummy, it's on - ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump and passin' a blunt - me circle once to see if he dead Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead But, dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge Huh?! (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun Then I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun Then I pop my gun Better hide and run (Lil Wayne) You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T On the back street of your block in the back seat I'ma cap three at the first coward I up and see I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday Nigga shouldn't've played tough - wouldn't've got his head bust Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff Now you're gatted up, full of that vodka and weed added up Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up Crack in the tongue of my kicks Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I'm runnin' the strip I know you see me: Little Wheezy killaholeezy A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes Cutthroatin', connivin' killers, but that's all I know Huh? Huh? Huh? (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Nigga, bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun Then I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun Then I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun Then I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun Then I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh) Look look look Look look look Whoa |
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Dawg you gotta feel me on this one
What it be like dawg, I'm on some some adope grown up type shit Look who I be around nigga, look who I been around nigga Geezy, Juve and Turk, B and Slim dawg pay attention dawg (Verse 1) Age is nothin but some digits nigga trust me on this Cas I think I speak for every one when I say life is a bitch I ride D L in the C L Gun right in my grip I slip a clip in every whip , cas hatas likely to trip Come home to my future wife and every nite she'll flip She end up catchin bites to her lips behind diapers and shit But I light me a spliff drink henney without ice when I'm pissed Go to the club and start a fight thinkin I'm Tyson and shit But I'm a man so I'm here to handle my situtions correctly And i know i might be young but niggas gone definitely respect me But in the mean time I'm fightin gun charges in court And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start Its like i'm never happy now except for the fact my daughter sayin I love you daddy now And that kinda juice me up and I smoke about 3 blunts and puff a Kool it boost me up And say a prayer for everyday just so I get through the stuff but I be like (Chorus) - 2x Ahhhh man, it's complicated doin everythang on your own man being responsible for everybody in ya home man and when u feel like everythang is goin wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a GROWN MAN (Verse 2) I try to keep my head up, but I die to keep my bread up And usually I'm fed up thinkin everythang's a set up But I get up this shit, stick out my chest and clutch on my nuts And i get hit up with all kinda stress And put up wit the stuff trust me it's tough But I mantain to climb through it all And I still manage to be Lil Wayne therefore I shine and I ball And dawg I live for today and hope and pray that there's a tomorrow And I borrow confidence from out my heart when thangs get awfall And I'm walkin on the edge stuck without a solution and someway I still pick it out and shuffle to conclusion And I don't need nobody else so keep yo advice and jus doubt me Cas ya'll cats don't really no me ya'll jus no bout me So if my dawgs be on my side they keep me covered with spirit And plus I know my fathers watchin and my mother's the dearest And I ain't neva said they don't appreciate what I do But jus know if I wasn't a man I wouldn't make it through (Chorus) - 2x (Verse 3) Who would have known that this was somthin that didn't turn out so hectic But I chose my own life so I gradually accept it I'm influenced and effected by the way it became And I don't play with them at all so I don't say its a game And even though I grew up hard and I have gracefully change I'm always street so I'll forever be facin a change And I'll keep this thang brutained on the waist of my pants And I demand respect from all if not then I'm waisten a man And if I want it then I get and if I need it I have it Take care of them family first cuz the liquir and weed is a habit And I'm so often I'm congratulated for the succeeding at last But when they turn they back I just have Jesus leadin my path And I didn't ask for you to like me I don't care if you hate me But don't mistake me no otha man can neva make me or break me and I'm faithfully inspired by the hood tell I'm gone And dawg I do believe I'm grown so I'll be good on my own but I be like (Chorus) fading.......Believe Dat |
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We gone make 'em:
(Chorus 2x) Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump, Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump, Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive (Verse 1) I tell 'em no lie I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes I low-ride, cuz these 20 inch rims just make it so hot You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds twinklin' They think you need to stop they say it's not called for It's such a small car for it cost more than a ballpark See my life is high priced, a lot a room a lot a bling My ice is like Andrew Dice "Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing" I'm tryin' to see flying in a Lamborghini Wit your girl right beside me in a tan bikini Cut the music down and tell her, "hey ya man's a weenie" Plus I'm hot and got more iceberg than damn Bananeeie And I'm just a teenager and I make this dough Pull out my bankcard and Bill Gates feel broke And I keep it on a hush but I'm richer than normal And a frost bit wrist, have me sniffin and coughin (Chorus 2x) Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump, Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump, Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive (Verse 2) You know, pistol on my side fully loaded I drive slowly, wit televisions watching Kobe Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride" Have you heard about, shorty be Iceberged out Got them birds real affordable, so get the word out And you still can see the grill wit the lights burn out Nothin' lil' about the wheels on my bright orange drop I'm thuggin and pimped out, flossin and glissed out Sit my arm in warm water, I'm thawin my wrist out Got quarters in this house, ki's in that van, Got ounces in her ride, and G's in that bag Shhh, You hear that, here come Weezy on his way in a platinum leer jet We gamblin' nigga bet, bet nigga disrespect and he get dampled and wet Whole goddamn family get trampled wit that I make 'em: (Chorus 2x) Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Alright I bounce for the 17 and jump for the Grover Just put TV's and bump in the Rover Slump the bitch over, cum on her shoulder Bet I make the slut eat it up like yogurt Wrists is ferocious, dick just bogus Fuck a hoe watch she come back like a chorus Life on Ann Deloris met her in a ??? She like to snort coke, you should see the size of her nose is We really the ones controllin', no choices And we got Guns and Roses, Rolls Royces Beefin' ain't fake, not to mention all our rides are dubbed like blank tapes I really think my jewelry and lights have somethin' in common Cuz everytime you put them bitches on they start shinin' The shit is mind blowin' As a matter of fact I got a bitch that's mind blowin' She give my head a blow job, I guess she's mind blowin' (Chorus 3 1/2x) Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive |
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(Lil Wayne)
What?! What?!! Look? Okay, let's cut the crap I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap I only stick with that 'cause my ma don't wan' see me flip the crack And I'm quick to click and spit the gat I be dipped in black Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match Like: where them cats who trippin' at? - Point niggas out 'cause right now I'm full of that spinach that'll knock Lennox out The Mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump So if I come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump I'm raised in the slum where the bad grow Unlike no other, I'm real gutta like bag 'Bauds I stash O's in the drawers of my trash hoes I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4 The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow Is that so? (Hook (Lil Wayne)) I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all If you don't get the hell when he swervin' by That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die (Lil Wayne) Look, Which one of these niggas playin' with me? I'ma strap up and slam his parent's street When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats I be damned if he get a chance to sleep I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me Then jam the freak with a broom - blood leak from her panty crease There has to be some explanation for this insanity Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank) Now give me the dank Niggas claim they want war when I suggest you live in a tank What's your kid gonna think? Come home and find your wig in the sink I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to Haiti For fifty G's I get ten keys and straight out weight it I lock my area down - you can ask these boys They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys Never catch me UNPACK without them plastic toys It get drastic, boy Niggas that's askin' for it Wheezy, nigga It's Wheezy, nigga Who? Wheezy, nigga It's Wheezy, nigga (Hook (Lil Wayne)) I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all And if you don't get the hell when he swervin' by That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die (Lil Wayne) I hope y'all niggas understand that I ain't playin' or jokin' Bust shots, make you think the Grand Canyon open Leave a busta bandana smokin' from hot hollows Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes Two pistols, desperado gun busta Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya Hung under them killers and duck the pigs And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big And, nigga, I don't really care if I don't sell a million quick 'cause right now I'll quit and go and sell a million bricks I sticks to what I love, and that's the street And stay away from what I hate, and that's police And I keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin' And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin' When we all knowin' that Wheezy have never been fake The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face Who is Wheezy, nigga? Who is Wheezy, nigga? Wheezy, nigga Lil Wheezy, nigga (Hook-2x (Lil Wayne)) (Lil Wayne) Say, I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all (Lil Wayne (talking)) It's Wheezy, nigga - Lil Wheezy, nigga Don't tangle it, nigga It's time to step down, ya heards me |
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(Lil Wayne)
Come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?) They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh) Look- Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's Forty-fours under my clothes ? I'm drunk and blow And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba for the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer Stumblin' from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay And make me run in your place and take your pops away See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay So I can get it understood and have you chopped today And not to say I could even hit your block and spray And try to knock all the bone structure out your face Stick a potato on the head of my nine ? it's deadly quiet Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all Young or old, nigga, big or small Ain't nothin' nice (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues (Lil Wayne) Look- Now we all do dumb things Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em I'll murder his father right in front of him None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces (????) off the meters Don't leave without the heaters Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and millimeters Run up on your family and pop your senioritas A lot of Hennessy ? just twist that lil' baby Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me Seventeen Carollton ? mess with me, I bury one Three-eighty ? I carry one Come to kill up everyone What! (Hook (Lil Wayne)) (Lil Wayne) Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cock And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breath and stop Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat Until I die apple and Eagle that be's the block And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots Follow me ? everybody in the family die sourly Niggas drop hourly ? ruinin' your economy Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house (Hook (Lil Wayne)) |
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Biznite.Biznite..Nothing but it
I'm dippin' in a black milleny benny sittin on twentys Top off when the city's windy me and pretty Cindy She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she sippin remy I'm Iceburg nuttin but whenny all the way to my tinny I'm hotter than a semi' 'cause this skirt shes wearing mini and plus my head is spinnin from drinkin this fifth of Henny I stop at any deli cause this freakin with her penny and aint no tellin how many she 'umm already been in. We get inside the room and she gigglin plain grinnin Slowly the lights dimmin and I'm slippin on my jimmy I'm feelin with her titties this is only the beginnin I stick it in her kitty now she screamin come on gimme I'm flippin this chick over and I caught her slowly bendin I'm hittin got her twistin this is my ninny you hear me And when its time to quit I got her soakin wet and drippin She asked me for a kiss ah.. CHORUS Biznite is you trippin Biznite is you trippin What Biznite is you trippin What Biznite is you trippin He he he Wha.. You nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite 'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa no I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa if your baby come out saying wha.. I aint the pa I ride up in a Porsche Boxter see this fox her name was Tasha I got her when I stopped her at McDonalds with her partner I jocked the way she rocked her lil Versasce and her Prada I'm Iceburg (??) I jot her my phone number later on gave me a holla I popped up by her mamas so her nigga wont know nada She took thirty minutes play me like a some kinda coward Now hopped up in my car and started talkin bout her doctor She said she started ridin it in her babys fathers Honda She wish that he would trade it in and cop a brand new Mazda I'm drivin to the (??) to the back and put the top up I roll down all the windows put the car in function "watch the" I tried to touch her thigh she moved my hand and said ah ah bro It took five minutes to bang then you know she propper I'm knockin out her brains We got the car shakin' and rocklin' She asked me for a kiss ah CHORUS Biznite whats your problem Wha.. Biznite whats your problem Wha.. Biznite whats your problem Wha Biznite whats your problem Wha You nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite 'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa no I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa there was this stoofy name was Lucy came up to me at the movies said she just saw Balla Blockin and thought that I was cute and but you and baby too can still come over early Tuesday I just bought a new mansion just finished it and my movie I knew she was a new from head to shoulder she was Gucci And me I'm Iceberg Tom and Jerry, Daffy and Goofy She say "oo" it would be so nice and usually she would do it But lately she been cocky she just came from institution I say that's cool cuz I don't really wanna have to shoot him I gave the braud the pager number and said that she should use it As soon as I flew by in that navy and baby blue six She beeped and left a message that she come up with a solution I scootin a run through straight to my house I wont be foolish She had no bathin suit and then want me to see her booty I oozed it in her coochie when she got in my Jacuzzi. She asked me for a kiss ah. Biznite is you stupid Biznite is you stupid what Biznite is you stupid What he he he what Because your nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite 'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa no I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa no I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa if your baby come out saying wha.. I aint the pa you're a sack chasin cock tastin biznite Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite 'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa no I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa if your baby come out throwin up "W"'s I aint the pa nigga. UMMMMM UMMMMM I aint the pa |
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(Lil Wayne)
Check Huh What? What? Let's go, nigga (Where you at, Wheezy?) You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!" I flash the mack in front of your gal and make her tell Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!" It's Lil Wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggas I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga If you out, you can find me on the street with the work If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the work Never slip - I empty half a clip deep in your shirt And put your whole clique deep in the dirt Smell me? (Hook-2x (Lil Wayne)) Who wan' beef with 'em? Who wan' creep with 'em? And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em (Lil Wayne) Look I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with heaters Let my nine-millimeters kill your peoples Bust up in your house and put the gun to lil' Renita Give me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her sneakers Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smile Me, Turk, Geezy, and 'Nile - chicka-POW! How come these niggaz keep burnin the world? and why the hell this nigga Wheezy keep firmin your girl? Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal Bentley drop Then I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block Tell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'em When you see them bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me? (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Who wan' beef with 'em? Who wan' creep with 'em? And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em Who wan' beef with 'em? Who wan' creep with 'em? 'cause when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em (Lil Wayne) Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place Mask the face, automatic attach to waist You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head And they gon' either get it right, or they get it at night And when they spit, it lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice Henny and ice is what I prefer, but light on the rocks I pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up your block And if there's coke involved, then your throat's involved I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'all Me and my nigga, Super Sosa, run up in your crib while your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her If you wan' grudge, chances slim like Ethiopia If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia Recognize it's real and nuttin udder than that Cause one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha? (Hook-4x (Lil Wayne)) Who wan' beef with 'em? Who wan' creep with 'em? 'cause when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em (Lil Wayne) Who wan' beef with a nigga? Creep with a nigga? When it comes down to guns, look, I sleep with them triggas |
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