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[Lil` Wayne] 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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