Lyrics:
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet Phone Wet Phone Wet Phone wet
(Yuh)
Too many hoes I don't wanna text
(Yuh)
I swing by just for the neck
(Okay!)
I'mma be drinking
H-a-t-e-
s (Ho!)
Watch the mic blow
I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo
Time to get wreck with the new style
It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wild
shake 'em up, you down to die,
'Cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it n**** nut wit yo five,
I like to lease s*** it's
to that cake
I live my life like a race
Can't come in last lil bitch i'm always in first place
Got yo bitch fiending for a taste
Don't fuck with me I keep
the game on squeeze
I got the game so easy
Know about me
Know about me
What these n's know about me?
(Northside)
We used to rap by the park
Knew that I'd
My pops told me son you gotta watch them haters
You could survive the game and bounce back but don't fuck with fakers
[Outro]
Maaan, I coulda been did
the crotch (crotch)
And we don't give a fuck (fuck) like you don't give a fuck (fuck)
Them hammers'll buck (buck), ashes ashes dust dust
Death toll addin'
fast track
That invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint you'll be
Coming out feet first
So I blast the mic with my style
Sometimes I'm ill
piece of change
Mix the perc with honey this with bitch tryna celebrate
Baby I never get tired I'm like Kevin gates
Put down yo pride your surrounded by
up a step
But I ain't banking on my moves or getting by on my rep
Shit, yo this is harder than I thought it be
I'm 20 years deep in this game and no
shit cost me
Don't worry, I'll make it back before you sip coffee
I run with hustlers n' bosses, bosses n' hustlers, had to find my hustle I was lost
jane man I don't know which one
Ain't really with the rappin don't be cappin talkin s*** son
Ruger or the Glock, get popped, n**** pick one
Man these lil
And they all mine shiny things the same
Your cell phone screen is lain
With choice minerals of today contained
Mined by people whos tribes were slain
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
fatigues, and boots
Still don't give a fuck about the law
Still run with a pump in my car
And fuck who you are
You're fucking with a couple of niggas
see me with Boy Better Know
I've got some sort of firearm in the pocket
So if I don't send for the bucky and pop it
Send for the taser
Put it on a pussy
when i grab you’re throat you’re chest and you’re back I’m holding it down I’m holding it down shawty really wanna play with us n*ggas
Throwing up
loaned them
Running it like Jesse Owens
Going Hulk, no Hogan
Holding back I don't do
You might catch me cheesing like Fondu
If I'm fond of you, yes I'm
Kool 'n' dre
(this)
Black game
(is)
Terror squad (i, I, I, I, i)
The remix
Gotta say my name
Weezy f. baby
(this is) weezy f. baby
Aka
finer things, victory is mine again
You're trying to win, but got to come with
Better than those Heinekens (Whoo)
I got her open about the game I be using
Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P
Flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin' down in Cali
Don't' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre
reason
So I delivered food
For this mean boss
Who paid
Four bucks an hour
Plus you got to
Keep the crappy tips
And I started
Taking guitar lessons
With
delivery
Get with me, now I spit rap
I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!
Click-a-click clap
You don't want to battle me, you
steadily thinkin' and then if I changed my daily thing
Nigga don't hang with the phony buster niggas,
Only roll with thugstas killers
Pick up me gun
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