| Aw aw | |
| Aw aw! | |
| Aw aw!! | |
| Peep me out, look! | |
| Head bustin', black fatigues | |
| So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet | |
| Nigga, respect me | |
| When you see tha left hand buggin', nigga, respect it | |
| But if you see tha left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin' | |
| Took one to tha chest, i never die, i'm tha same brotha | |
| Jump out and shoot k's, let 'em fly, i'm tha same brotha | |
| It's a must they recognize that i'm untamed, brotha | |
| Disconnect a boy like a damn change number | |
| Uhhh, hang up and try again | |
| I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again | |
| Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again | |
| Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten | |
| Me, lil' mario, and toolie, that's my man, fam | |
| My niggas don't give a jean-claude vandamme | |
| About'chu, 'cause we don't play around | |
| Bring tha k around, spray tha town, take tha ground | |
| Take tha ground that you walk on | |
| Tap tha phones that you talk on | |
| Jam ya up and take your arms off | |
| I hit you twice with tha sawed-off | |
| And your nigga just watch your head fall off... fall off | |
| You think ya love me, i shoot anybody that look suspicious (what) | |
| I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what) | |
| I hit tha hood, (i hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black) | |
| Numb-nut | |
| I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what | |
| I'm standin' there like all mine | |
| Run through your click like a weak defensive line | |
| Doggy fresh | |
| [turk] | |
| You want war, nigga, let's beef... beef | |
| We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets... streets | |
| I'll be dressed in camouflage, ree's on my feet | |
| Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat | |
| What ya.. know, i'm tha one from tha t.c. | |
| Chopper shooter, block bruiser, i'll bet any g (any g) | |
| On fire, nigga, label, that's a hb | |
| And if i can't kill you.. killin' your family (family) | |
| Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see | |
| How fast i send shots through your 6v (6v) | |
| Heads bust if ya really think it's cmb | |
| And i know you all know about slim and b | |
| We get our ball on, nigga, drink cristy | |
| Me and buck get head from meekos in tennessee | |
| Betta ask somebody, nigga, i been a g | |
| And the baby still servin' niggas for ten a key... nigga | |
| [lil' wayne] | |
| Aw, aw, aw, look | |
| Call me big baller, big tymer, big pockets | |
| Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body | |
| Call me that lil' nigga with tha role... fulla diamonds | |
| Call me tha number one hot boy on fire | |
| Fire, when you shoot outta town, then i'ma holler | |
| With a crate of crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom | |
| Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem | |
| Ler him know if he come at me bad, then i'ma chop him | |
| Ch-uh.. chop him | |
| Put tha flame to him | |
| All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him | |
| 'cause i'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, lil' wayne | |
| Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings | |
| But since i use ta be.. doin' tha best at thangs | |
| That mean i gotta wear a vest that day | |
| I really think them niggas jealous... of tha sparkle in my necklace | |
| He ain't ready.. he ain't ready |
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