Lyrics:
I’m off the Hennessy,
I got more drive than my Car loan
I’m with the homies on warzone
Them niggas smoking that home grown
Dead by daylight them killers
a ho but I'm letting them know
Every head I cut off half of that goes to Cujo
I cut a throat with a God damn stick
All bodies found dead fuck it blame
ooh, ya better cum
Bet I run this shit
I don't run from shit
I'll still beat your ass
Like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking baby, baby
Make
New Road
Verse 1
New Road, up ahead,
New Road, better off dead,
Complain about the government,
Complain about their diamonds till you're gone.
screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood
I threw the clips in the Mac
Start lettin' off frustration
It's better than incarceration any day
We gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin', call it
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
can't touch me damn
Lookin at the crown and i'm never coming down so you better clear the whole mother fuckin town
FACTS
Back for more kickin off
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
makin' love to the dead (love to the dead)
(Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit)
I gotta step to the podium (woo)
I'm runnin' shit like Napoleon
C-Low shit
He gon' die by a poke
Gah, 40's in, now that shit hit a mil
Don't forget about dead ops
Nigga, Doug, he ain't go to election
Sprint through
Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, Ya heard me
Ain't nobody wanna holla
I done shook back like a 4 and a half heart
Now everybody wanna holla
trip, I'm giving out free samples better try this
Walk by faith
My wifey always catching fits
Cause my swag on one trillion, Deficit
And yeah I know she
wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my
wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my
like Obama
Bomb strap to my chest
Blow it up like terrorist
Put the stick down
Just to pick it back up get a better grip
Im off hella' dope
You see it
better pray just know you outta luck
An I can a p off for three das what you call a duck
Off the wock I'm booted up
Younging with a tooly truck
Murda walk
never change)
Never change, this is Jay
I am a Roc representer (oh)
Summer to winter (oh)
Dead or alive (uh)
24/7, three-sixty-five
One CD
[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
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet (I-I-I I love you-you-you you)
I need some 5-5-0 on my feet (on my feet, yeah)
Stay in contact, you so hard to reach (hard to reach, yeah)
So I told her, "tell me what you see"
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