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Ok, we got the Birdman in the building (the birdman) |
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We got Killa in the building (yeah) |
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We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy) |
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[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] |
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Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby |
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Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up) |
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And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm talkin M |
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And I'm walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims |
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Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems |
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Green (?) , they don't cost in rims |
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Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear |
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Let ya know a f**kin boss up in here |
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How much it cost for this here? |
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How much it cost for this year? |
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'cause Me and Stunna bout to buy it |
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Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the diet |
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I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze |
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But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay |
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I'm raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace |
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And prone to move coke at a amazing pace |
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Man my daddy super Dave, let's race it |
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Real not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a champ |
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[Chorus: TQ] |
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In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) |
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Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets |
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(Somebody tell me what's crackin before) |
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I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup |
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For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me |
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Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Life |
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[Verse 2: Baby] |
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Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman |
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See I ride in them shake (34's) when I'm pimpin these hoes (beyotch!) |
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It's just that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that dro |
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When it comes to this ice, real livin his life |
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Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type |
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Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe |
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Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a bike |
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Not survive in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes |
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Pour out, a lil' liquor, mami lost her life |
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All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that life |
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See I'm stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes |
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This swish interry foreign german lifes (beyotch) |
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And I keep this big toolie just protect my ice (holla at me nigga) |
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I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white (absolute beyotch) |
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But it's the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes |
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Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter) |
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Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch) |
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[Chorus: TQ] |
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In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) |
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Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets |
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I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup |
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For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee |
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Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Ghetto Life |
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[Verse 3: Cam'Ron] |
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Uh-huh, Diplomats, man listen |
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Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more leaders |
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C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a Seven-Fo' fever (what else) |
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Act up though I let the Fo' fever leave ya (leave ya) |
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Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo' fever (fever) |
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When I'm in L.A., I got Six-Fo' fever (fever) |
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Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (let 'em know) |
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I told the po to feave her, I'm a bouty crook |
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Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook |
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With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks |
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Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block |
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Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss |
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That's how coke for that cook up his watch (what else though?) |
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I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac (why?) |
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'cause when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what) |
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All they say is, look at his drop (what else?) |
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Hand on my liscence, look at his watch (f**k em) |
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But, thug shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby) |
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We come through clownin baby (baby) |
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And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the wall |
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Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa! |
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[Chorus: TQ] |
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In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) |
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Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets |
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I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup |
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For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee |
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Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Life |
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[Cam'Ron talking] |
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It's nothin man, Killa! |
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Diplomats, Cash Money |
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Baby, holla! |
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Jim Jones, Santana, what's good, Roc-a-Fella |
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(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!) |
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[Man talking] |
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Birdman |
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Fly, to hood near you |
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Then they got 'em cheap (whoo!) |
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(Yeah, ya know, ya know) |
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Get that call out one more time |
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(brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) 3x |
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*beat fades* |
