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[Lil Wayne]


Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers


Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up


We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless


And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous


Shit I guess I ain't it


You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay


where the worms stay


I spit it for my nigga's sake


I spit it for myself a long time ago


Got a few houses, few whips, few condos


I'm so straight I'm pointin


The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment


Baby boy the president now


Shit you gotta make an appointment


Two record labels


You should come join 'em


Do check the label


And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table





[Chorus: Lil Wayne]


Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami


I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it


I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it


Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami


I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it


I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up





[Birdman]


Yeah...


Nigga playin, doing about 180


Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade


Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky


G4 whenever, fly in any weather


Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers


Million on the floor


Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow


And don't think about the past


A little water came, now we floatin on everything


Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin


Niggaz puttin it in for the change


So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on


I'm on the side with that bling


And outside, got them thangs


Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes





[Chorus]





[Lil Wayne]


Naw, don't fuck with that dogg


Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off


And I'm coming back hard


Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off


I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it


With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it


Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty


And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci





[Birdman]


Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty


Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound


Duffle bag full of cash when I come around


The lil' homie got the game so I put him down


Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown


Like father like son, got it off the mound


Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds


Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns





[Chorus]





[Birdman] (over chorus)


Yeah nigga,


Un-fuckin-believable


I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga


You know, they mouth like they ass


Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me


Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga


And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me


Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back


Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas


Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world