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Birdman I shine
22's on it?
The bitch ain't mine
I taught her the game ma
I gave it all to her
Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him
[Lil Wayne
I could do
I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool

(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
You lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha
[Bridge: (Wyclef Jean)]
Money, money-money-money
Money, money-money-money
It drives the world crazy

[Verse 3: (Lil Wayne)]
[Niia] She used to be
like me)
Big Tymer representin', nigga - the U.P.T.

[Hook (Baby + Lil' Wayne)]
[Baby] I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
[Wayne] Jumpin'
the kindness in your heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you what there was to gain
I watched this whole debacle so I'm part to blame
Last request, can
[Lil Wayne]
What what what 
I'ma flosser baby 
Baller baby 
A fifteen year old shot caller baby 
I'm raised in the hood 
In a all black call 
Down
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three 
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper 
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
[Lil Wayne]
They call me gangsta gangsta
Weezy, Weezy
Lil Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga
I'ma big
[Lil' Wayne]
What what what
What what what
What what what
Listen, listen
When, I come through, bustin'
Everybody on, the block be, run-nin'
[Lil Wayne]
Fuck with me, you know what it is

[Chorus: x2]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
Everybody forgotten about me..
Will I ever, ever, EVER, be free?
Huh, uh, HUH?

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1ne]
Just when they thought it was safe
I picked up
[Chorus]
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
Than do it for the troops
It's young money salute
It's young money salute
Tote a big glock twenty three
You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop
Tote a big glock twenty three
You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop
a nigga to jail
Cause they loving a freak

(Lil' Wayne)
In my section it be off the heezy
And my section's being represented by Lil' Weezy
What the deal
If you try then you gon die, on fire, cause I'm so high watch how we burn this city

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
(Uh Huh.. Uh Huh Yea Yea)
said, we surrounded by ice

[Chorus: x2]

[Lil Wayne]
Whoa whoa whoa
Now I'm shining baby glossing
Big tymin stuntin and flossing
Lamborghini
Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money
If you try then you gon die, on fire, cause I'm so high watch how we burn this city

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
(Uh Huh.. Uh Huh Yea Yea)
possessive
Lil Wayne could not have found him a better successor
Every shot you see them take at me? They all contested
Allen Iverson shoe deal, these niggas
to pin the big dog
Live on so I still bark
In my earliest advance I'ma kill ya
Make a lil' cake haters wanna envy
God wanna see you niggas in a Bentley
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
Than do it for the troops
It's young money salute
It's young money salute

Yeah, uh
So sick
nigga, Cash Money HB
Gotta lil' somethin' a lot niggaz hate me
It's all gravy, I'ma get mine dawg
Until the day I day I'ma get my shine on
Ride on chrome,
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what   what, what, huh
Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw Wayne from a distance
And now or later I'm major player
I ball right I need an agent player
Hey ma you tight you need to page a player
That's so tonight you can taste a player