Lyrics:
Ms. Erie treads the sidewalks of life’s streets
Been with a lot of folks and still invites company.
Claims she has that wet, and you can drown for
the streets to the sweets
Know you a super freak
With brothers on your jock now
Word around town now
Baby girl got the platinum pay now
And everybody want
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
'Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me
(Only God can judge me) (that's right, baby
Yes sir, it's ya boy Weezy baby, haha
Yeah man, I feel great, can't nothin' stop me
This ya man right here, this is the wee mix
I'm bout to murder
36 ounces make 'em bounce in the street!
I don't wanna do it but a nigga gotta eat
I'm fresh outta jail so you
Know a nigga swole
Straight to Short
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
freeze up Santa
Whatever it cost, baby, we got answers
Line outside full of Jo-Jo Dancers
"We Got it for Cheap," that's the Re-Up anthem
By far
Lil Wayne & T-Streets Talking:
Yeah! Nigga this the young god weezy
Baby what's ya name caddy? T-streets nigga
My nigga streets telling me he need me
brothers free nine free poncho free jj you know what it is
Let's get it
I heard it's smoke in the air but we on top of that we on it bitch
Watch me do my dap
cross it out just another nigga that I X-ed huh
and you won't see R.I.P.
you'll see P.N.D.
a Punk nigga deceased yeah
and the bitch that was yours
some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits
They got
me moog
I'm her southern style Tea
She's da lemon n my sugar
Mix it up
The perfect combination
I wanna taste it until you shake n bust
I'm chasing
Back by poular deman, it's magic
Dedicated (yeah)
When Carlito was dying
He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby
Like fuck it
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
on the typical
If she want a baby, it better not be invisible
Like my dad was, so to me, no he isn't cool
Some things in my life just ain't fixable
You look weak,
Room full of bitches
You see those other girls didn't stick around
But you did, Baby you did
And that's why I want to say this
While I'm standing in
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat
Phat beats in my head tennis shoes
and
It's back tha hotel, titties and bras man
Tha new "strap don"
You might call me ignorant, but if you cow you belong in tha phat farm
When tha lights
Remix, remix
G-mix, G-mix
C-mix, yeah
Lord, I'm just tryna prosper
Having problems right now
And they can't be figured out
By no doctor
Got me then,
anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If I'm in HI, you
anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If I'm in HI, you
anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If I'm in HI, you
rappers better stay in they lane (yeah)
You ain't ready for the streets, nigga, it's a cold game (nah)
Got rich off grass, never touched cocaine (never)
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