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shots for a nigga like 3 dimes 
Niggas undercover like a cold nigga 
I'mma break her back like old nigga 
Brave enough to stand by my gun you a bold nigga

Hahaha
Shit
Yeah, damn (COUPE)
This motherfucker hittin'
Bitch got me high
Yeah, yeah

I got G.I. Joes, big gun, bitch, and we burnin' shit,

in the kitchen
Puttin' pots on the stove
The right pimps get drugs in lil rows
I was only 'bout 10 or 11 years old
I had to get in it fast
It was money

and no the rhyme didn't even start yet
Bitch but here we go, come on Wayne, look

I, young money boy Lil' Weezy hold
It for A and Eagle
Cash Money cross

there, man, I'm saying hey
Like, how you doing, beautiful
Lil' shorty, how your day
Bitch, I love money, love drugs, and biz I love that dough
Yeah, yeah,

Productions)
And it's a lot of motherfuckers out here who simply don't understand,
But instead of figuring it out by having a simple conversation
They cast

my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with

you ain't never been no problem
Raised up by Wayne, Big and Mad Max off Top Shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I'm used to countin' commas

Only Begotten Son

Ja Rule

Venni Vetti Vecci

1999

Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky 
And my guns in the sky

Yeah, 
Why would you leave somethin' you love here

She get money
Ass n hips
She a bad lil broad
Never round them hatin hoes
She say ion fuck wit y'all
I don't fuck wit y'all
I don't I don't fuck wit

Yeah yeah

I'm in love with, with X
I'm in love with booting up
I'm in love with expensive drugs
I'm in love with money
I bought a crib in the Hills

(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson

Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made

This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now.  They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan.  They don't know if they

it's gonna get tricky
No Lil Wayne, no Drizzy, your hoe, yeah she miss me
I pour up the sprite, she pour up the pink whitney
Make her hit the high notes,

Dada ah wah yuh kno bout pink lane
Cash money big up Lil Wayne
Don't hate da playa hate da game
Militant murder business I got killaz dey all loyal

mine)
And I got that gas fah sell (Sell)
And I gotta pack by the mail (Mail)
Lil shorty she like how I smell (Smell)
The money treating me well (Well)

nigga Tad he better rough them
Your girl open wide like them doors on my trucks
And my niggas bustin' niggas like they don't give a fuck

[Lil Wayne

guns on me for the smoke
That's uncle Snoop and Martha Stew'
Call me Capalotty (woo), Big Slimalini (yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (uh)
That ain't

Bitch Please

DJ Storm

Drank Epidemic, Vol. 13

2008

hit her with the young dick and make that bitch suicidal...

[Lil Wayne:]
Nigga please, would you tell yo sister, babymama, wife, stop callin me I'm

Niggaz in Trouble

Juvenile

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

Its Lil' Wayne (Lil' Wayne) on the wall brain spilla 
Grave filla 
Who me untamed gorilla 
I be thugged out 
Dead bodies drugged out 
Throw

Wayne, John Wayne
We don't know what to do
We sure could use a hand
We're being overran by criminals 
And contraband 
And former Taliban
Their chief he has

In da Game

Three 6 Mafia

Mystic Stylez [Hypnotize Minds]

1995

nigga, I'm kickin' in doors, bodies are froze
Bloody your clothes, gun to your nose
All of you niggas you really need to give up money and dope
Face

Wake up and make some figures 
Plug came through drug dealer 
Play the cards right Im a young dealer
All Black grey mustang two seater

Did it on my

by thug nigga
Come on! I know she fucked
A lot of drug dealers
But she never got fucked by thug nigga
Come on! I know you fuck
A lot of drug dealers