Lyrics:
I did to em' choppa style gon' and put a cig to em'and you know how I know O silly cause I did all that shit with my babymama with me...
[Lil Wayne
Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These
respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (alright Bus', uh, ahem)
Young Money in charge
Yes, it's Lil Wayne but the money's enlarged
by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh i got yo out
Without a doubt i got you out
[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They
go & take his last name lemme put you up on up on game;
[Fantasia:]
Now I hear what you saying & I know you tested for worse in your days & you
Lil Wayne, to them, to her, that's length and width
Kill you for me, she will like Jada Pinkett Smith
It's the return of the Blood, 'bout to turn up
can put you in the log cabin, somewhere in Aspen
Girl ain't nothing to the pain ain't trickin' if you got it what you asking, for
Put you in
a ass wit' it
See now when Lil' Wayne put that dick down
Biznites can't even walk or even sit down
Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now
That Rum
break up out the spot like
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
They call me Mr. Carter I fly over water
In my own charter, baby I can turn you on like a phone
dong
Didn't I change the game and put my motherfucking team on
Now let my chopper ring, blaka is my ringtone
Fuck you ho-ass niggas, I get money
But not in K-Fed's case (nope)
'Cause Britney even had to pay for K-Fed's case (cha-ching)
Nick and Jessica, Trina and Wayne
And if you broke up
hell will be all blowin'
'Till I R.I.P C-M-R I be
I put it down for all my peeps
Nigga, I'm H-B for real
[Chorus: x2]
All I know is the streets
And we almost extinct so I'm saying it loud,
Say it with me, (MCs move the crowd) [Repeat x3]
[Lil Wayne]
I got it baby,
And I'm a MC I move
smile and wave
Hell no Coach Lombardi this old broken back ain't nothin' if the game was saved
And fellers if I don't pull through just put a little
does he get home?
Don't worry I ain't gonna need your help
I'm gonna watch y'all go home by yourself
A lil' bit of my man's sweet love
Is a whole
In the ghetto infested by shade and drama
And niggas wit' thangs ain't afraid of karma
I'm thinkin' big like Lil Wayne and Tha Carters's that
Now (?) low as they could we get it how we live
Turn the (?) spittin' stainin' witnesses and all
Ain't no escapin' choppers gone set it off
Lil' Wayne
that
Yeah, what's happening, baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish
a lil' game and get her to do brain
That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy
Me and Young Jazze at the back of One-Tweezy
I'm so breezy off the Velvie
Tryna find his outlet, coulda been an outlaw
Lil Wayne wasn't out yet, inspried by DMX
Inspired my first rhyme, glad to find a 49
I hadn't struck a gold
back
Yeah I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach
The economy boosted by the drugs they move in the street
The more clearer than
lil hommie number one in the game nah, hope these pussies don't play with my son, ima put it out..nigga quickest it come, ima put it out nigga empham
to the man who put you here
And don't wait for the sky to clear
I'll leave my window open
'Cause I'm too tired tonight to call your name, oh
Just know
sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for
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