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(feat. Lil Wayne) |
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[Juvenile] |
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I'd be a stupid motha **********a if I'm stuck in his pot |
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I aint waitin to see what ********** out here love me or not |
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I say I hate em from a distance and they scopin' my neck |
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But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck |
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And I can already vision people sayin I'm wrong |
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But I rather his momma than my momma singin that song |
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Besides chickens gon' be chickens and ducks gonna be ducks |
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And I'm all around guerrilla that love playin them cuts |
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Im'a attached to the streets, those **********s in the pens |
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Started problems wit ol' tymers that did ten |
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And this ************ curly head still been in the case |
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But he aint man enough to leave a real one in the face |
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And to you 4-6 and 8 ******* wit t.v. Pranks |
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You jeopardize my living quarters, wanna see me sank |
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But I got news for everyone of y'all |
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I know who yah is, plus I won't be satisfied until I go in yah crib |
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[Hook] |
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Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked |
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You was a bad mother ********* at first stunt too |
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Lookin fed up so me and Wheezy we comin through |
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And who ever sides yappin we gon' punish em too |
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(Repeat x2) |
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[Lil Wayne] |
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Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless |
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Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast |
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I just got one suggestion, ask yah Testem, this cuz get hectic |
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Send one through your son's intestines |
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Lock, snock lung through testin's |
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If the portrait, bodies piled up on porches, it won't be gorgeous |
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Ride with the torch, scorchin, ready to blaze |
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Step in me ways, kidnap your car for 70 days |
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And let it be said Holly Grove's the home of a soldier |
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And if a ********** breathe wrong than it's over |
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I never love ya, my metal slug ya |
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If you kept on ****** wit the squad |
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Put the coward's stomach by his thighs, nothin survives |
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And as far as the coke, 20 bricks month and supply |
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And as far as the ****, plenty chips come and say "Hi" |
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Drop 3-2 roll, all black, buttons and shyer |
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I don't need you hoe |
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Jack my ************, cum in yah eyes |
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What? |
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[Hook] |
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[Lil Wayne] |
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********** C'mon |
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You gotta love us |
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Bumpin inside of humma's |
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Ride as thugga's, we who be |
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Think that them coward's busta's |
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Why we hustlin in they sleep |
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We be in that powder smuggle by the doubles every week |
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And if one of them cowards run up try to knock him off his feet |
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The brotha is Wheezy, love it or leave me |
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Gats hug it and squeeze it |
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Crack, bundle it easy |
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Run it wit these n' murderers, crooks and x-cons |
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Yah test mine I give it to yah chest 6 times |
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[Juvenile] |
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I believe in me and my family cuz **********s is broads |
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That leave you slanted, thugged out wit a conspiracy charge |
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All ************ aint the ************ like money and drugs |
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I'm ************in ******* that trial and I'm the jury and judge |
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I make sure I separate it, though I hate when I love |
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Its just me, Cash Money Millionaires that wackin the plug |
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Wud-up Lil Wheezy, im laid back up in the cut if yah need me |
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Its love believe me |
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[Hook] |