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(Lil Wayne talking) |
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****** with me, you know what it is |
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(Hook 2x) |
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I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head |
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The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year |
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I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head |
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I wish a mother****** would trip this year |
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(Verse One) |
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Dressed in all black and my gun the same color |
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Murder my enemy love thy brotha |
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And I ain't never gave a ************t about a mother****** |
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Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach |
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You ******z better take side with young money, Cash Money |
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You'll get left in your ride crash dummy |
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I'll be around when the times get ugly |
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When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running |
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The magazine empty and the nine stop busting |
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I bang my fist till my palms get bloody |
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Cuz I'm a monsta man |
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I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam |
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I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man |
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I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam |
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I will fire and drop a hater rite where he stands |
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I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands |
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(Hook 2x) |
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I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head |
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The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year |
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I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head |
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I wish a mother****** would trip this year |
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(Verse 2) |
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Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's |
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Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am |
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So ready for whateva that awaits me |
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Run up in your place wile you're sleepin await the |
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Calicoes, ak's, Uzi-machines |
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Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees |
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I am takin names, so who wanna leave |
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Out this ************ with your brains and your dew on your sleeve? |
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I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's |
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And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bull************tin |
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AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin |
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Feet by the engine, head by the transmission |
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And I be right where I am mista |
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Me and my damn pistol |
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Me and my girlfriend |
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In this world alone, so bring it on |
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And umma have to sing you this song ****** |
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(Hook 2x) |
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I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head |
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The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year |
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I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head |
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I wish a mother****** would trip this year |
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(Verse 3) |
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I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do |
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With a little red dot ****** peek-a-boo |
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Shhh the silence will speak to you |
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Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe |
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Like Bang! Bang! say breathe ****** breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his tee |
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Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest...Clear! |
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Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left |
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Life is short enjoy what eva's left |
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Before you run into a ****** like me and meet death |
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In less than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty |
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Three feet from my waist |
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Three inches from your faces |
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Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate |
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I'll pop till your ************t separate like eewww! |
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(Hook 2x) |
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I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head |
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The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year |
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I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head |
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I wish a mother****** would trip this year |
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(Bridge 4x) |
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****** up, down, front, |
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back, side, side hit a |
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****** like that he's |
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gonna die |
