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[Baby talking]


Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin about


I'm peepin these niggaz out there slippin lookin like


they ain't 'bout money no mo' man. So uh fuck


you know what we gon do huh? What we been doin ha nigga


We gon load up get a lot mo get a lot mo and say fuck em nigga


Keep buyin shit, keep fuckin hoes. Loadin up on mo' bitches


Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon get greedy too nigga


I ain't neva gettin full. I'm full blooded wit this grind


Yeah they don't understand lil nigga!


(I got it..I got it)





(Lil Wayne verse)


On the capitol only key to survive is kill


If the elements don't murder you the ridaz will Fa real


And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest


Get involved and I got em playin dodgeball wit bullets


Yeah, I got the sawed off fully in the Sean John hoody


Get fucked you play pus-sy


Ha! We hit em up while they lookin


And them body shots hooked


But the head shots took him


Damn! And if the red dot spot em then the hollow head got em


Knock his temp to his bottom jack!


Yeah! You see we grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom


At the very bottom of the map


Lilweeziana piranas everywhere you at


You gotta wear a extra condom and a extra gat


Ya bitch gon get it fa actin like a man


And niggaz in Pakistan are packin like ya man


I back this hand ya man on command


In front of niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan


I'm on hot I adjust in different climates


Duckin the animal keep on runnin wit my primates


You ain't did it till you done it like in five states


Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight


And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more


Lose all that weight leave a nigga wit stretch marks


You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par


What the fuck they play it in the club for


Real shit I'm duckin bombs from a drug war


No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord


Father forgive em for they know not who they pushin Lord


Father forgive me if I have to send em to ya Lord


I'm just tryin dodge the shots they send to the God


They ridin up highway to heaven blvd. (Fuck em)


Damn! Them niggaz pussy and jive not even in a eye exam they ain't lookin for I


The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side


Now when you smilin everybody gotta look from the side


Cause when you wildin you ain't lookin you just lookin high


And when we hungry you look like pie


Sweet potato ass nigga you lemon merengue apple custard


Cherry jelly don't make me get the bisuit busta Yea!


What up Gizzle you my distant brotha


Real shit nigga same father different mother


I skip the frontin and stick to keepin it trill


You not know me fa nothin other I'm somethin other


Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skillz


My speeches can kill Rest in peace





[Baby talking]


Yeah! You undadig shawty it's all about one thang nigga


If you bout money nigga come fuck wit us


If you ain't bout no money get the fuck from 'round us nigga


And whateva you bout we bout it


Howeva you wanna get we can give it to ya nigga


All runnaz bitch. Ya undadig put ya prints in nigga


Put ya feet down and ya nutz on the concrete and lets roll


(Let me get it back Aye. Aye.)





(Lil Wayne verse)


You sleep in the field fa tryin the dude


I'll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to food


Food fa thought think I ain't lyin to you


I lye his body in grease set fire to em


I tie his body in sheets put the tires to em


Make em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blaades


Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze


And niggaz keep they wayz when I'm in the streets wit blake What!


My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate


And if I ask the homeboy'll eat ya face Yea!


And though he got me you can ask I'm like a pool table..I keep the eight (laughing)


My side pocket side ways


When I pop it leave a nigga sideways fa five days


Birdman talk to em





[Baby talking]


Yeah nigga. I tell em, I'll tell em again shawty


if it ain't bout no money get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga


(Fuck dat I'm comin back man. Aye. Aye.)





(Lil Wayne verse)


Check my swagg I travel like sound dawg


You play hard in the gravel like ground dawg


I'm underground call me ground hog


Lay down laws call em the ground law


Dont confuse me wit the law naw


But just confuse me wit my paw because I am the Birdman J.R


I ain't trippin nigga I play the corner like Ripken nigga


Wit the forty cal Ripken nigga rip a nigga


Flip ya vehicle split ya windsheild


Hack ya baby moma but I'll let the kid live


And people say that I am a kid still


Cause the lil nigga still ride on big wheels


You feelin animal then come on and get killed


This hit peel bandanas like bananas


Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana


In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah


Man a train could'nt stop ya man


I man up and you not a man


I stand up say I got my land


I'm the man of my land call it Lilweeziana... Thats the new plan





[Baby talking]


Yeah nigga. You bout some money get at me nigga. Thats the only way


Dumb shit we bout that get at me ya undadig. Nigga roll solo. Dolo nigga