Howdy do motherf**kas  it's Weezy Baby
Niggaz bitchin' and I gotta tote the

Listen close  I got duct tape and rope
I leave you missing like the f**king O'bannons
One hand on my money  one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47  make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds
You can hear them bitches humming
Don't make that bird shit  he got a weak stomach
Niggaz know I'm sick
I don't spit  I vomit  got it
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him  ketchup like mayonnaise
Um  I'm the sickest nigga doing it  bet that baby
These other niggas dope  I'm wet crack baby
Yes  get back  get back boy  this a set back
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall in to a death trap
Them boys pussy  born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade
Like the Dow Jones
Wet 'em up  I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon and get my howl on
Some niggaz cry wolf  I'm on that dry kush
And when it comes to that paper
I stack books

You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or
Put some money on your head
Life ain't cheap
You better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nigga Free
See every motherf**ka at the door
Don't get a key
Outside lookin' in so tell me what you see

It's about money  it's bigger than me
I tell my homies don't kill him
Bring the nigga to me
Yeah  don't miss
You f**king with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga
Make him feel like a kid again
Straight up
I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga talk to the

Yeah  have a few words with the

Yeah  tell it to my motherf**king

Yeah  straight up
I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga talk to the

Yeah  have a few words with the

Nigga tell it to my motherf**king

From Philly to where I'm landing  I'm a

And I'm on that Philly fighting shit
And I come fully equipped
You trolley  get bodied
Keep nina and shotty in the whip
If a nigga try to stick me
I'm a blame him
Sing along now  di-di-dadi  I'm Free
Got the butters  got the green
He got the tan
Got the whole enchilada
Owe me dough  I'm inside of your house
Tie up your brother
Make the prick call up your mother
She might know where to find you
I am on top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the flowas
Flow like the ocean  open water  your drowning
I will four pound him and sink him
Heat him then leave him stinking
Sharks surround him and eat him
Nice to know him
I will roll over your squad like
I'm 'One Punch' Carr
You chumps  you best call General Motors
I will take control of your soldiers
You won't miss 'em till
I toss 'em in the wok like chicken
General  toast 'em  uh  oh
I make it hard for rap niggaz  I'm peer pressure
Matter fact  I'm motivation to rap better
I showed niggaz how to act  how to dress better
I stay fresh  more fitted caps than back catchers
I'm the crack  the smack  the gun  the rule
The gat  the strap  the gun  the tool
The motherf**king

Other words  I'm the real  for real
We can go check for check or bill for bill
We can go chick for chick  skill for skill
The deal is sealed  niggaz ain't real as Will
'Cause I'm a

And I handle well  pedal like Cannondale
And I got the 50-cal mag  it's a hand held
I'm telling you niggaz
I pop  put a shell in you niggaz
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggaz
I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
Blowing 'ghan by the quarter
Weed odor in the Rover  nigga

Detriot Red gettin' change like them white folks
Dump it out the window of the Range
With the rifle
Pain like a bitch like the first day of a cycle

You better scurry when I pull the

Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas
I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass
I ask you baby mama is she up to the task
She like damn Red  it's bigger than

My attire makes the ladies
Say your man is too fly

Imported oils from Iran and Dubois

Get caught slipping with your mans and you die
Where I'm from niggaz be quick to squeeze the

Detroit Red always got some shit for your ear
Show me love but keep it moving man
'Cause you if you get near
I'll say 'Get off my dick"
And tell ya bitch to 'Come here'
'Cause you sweating me and my DJ Don
Leg's spread far out  you know how I'm standing
Yeah  I'm posted with the big homie

I got niggaz who don't like rap lovin' our shit
We got niggaz who was stuck on
Pac bumpin' our shit
These niggaz can't see me
Like I ain't been around lately
A good batter when they at the mound
It's gravy
Niggaz salty  I'm pepper  no Spinderella
Just a cigarillo  filled with Tropicana
Yeah  Vic found that lick now
We smoking no more regular
Keep you mid-grade
I don't think you know no better
They love 'In Da Trunk'
Now they wanna hear more shit
I play it modest like
"Nigga thats some of our old shit"
Got niggaz I ain't never met
Wanting to fight me
Got hoes that's in love asking
"Why you don't like me "
Bitch  I'm married to the game
And I love my wifey
Steppin' over competition  man
I love these Nikes
Yeah  I'm hot  they fannin'
Niggaz try to copy my style like the

Don't try to compare  I'm in a league of my own
If I ain't listed at the top nigga  the stats is wrong
All the data is off  you info ain't valid
Artist of the century
The competition ain't balanced
True like Master P and his two brothers
Don't call it incest but
Juice the motherf**ker like ch'yea