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You know I look down and she on her knees
She look up and she see a G
They get to staring when I hit the scene
They say big snow wack I be like

in concert, brother
Me and Sam was geekin, Brother
Proud to be a big stepper, Brother
Peanut Butter?, Feed me brother
I draw niggas like ringling

a boing, spring, splish splash, splosh, straight in the water with a swishaty-swash! 

Interlude 1 (6 sec)

VERSE 1
Big brother’s strong
He hops on by
But

as fuck
I mean big as fuck 
Loaded with a hundred shots
He really outta luck
This AK big as fuck

Verse 3:

Man I gotta leave 'fore the police arrive

Ya gonna find yourself dead
Just fill the bag with cash we'll be on our way

Truck packed to the max
Lock all the doors
Got three in the back
Two more

Georgia... Bush

Lil Wayne

Dedication 2 [Extended]

2006

Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back

pokey let my soul bend up
Grown to be sixty-five inch
Short to swing, this hood sport is the cinch
Indeed I rap
Ghetto folk'll snatch your soul intact

a gang of them chips
And it don't stop, cause a brother went pop
And I got a couple knots in my sock
One dough, one glock
And I got me a cutie, buckin'

Uh
Yeah
Uh
Meth Lab 3
Carlo
Yeah, woo

It's all digital, revolution televised
Generations at war, police states do or die
Hoodies on, we all

For my brothers that I lost, I'ma put my light in the sky
I promise not to cry, I'ma vote for you
I'ma vote for you
For my brothers that I lost, be

Get the Money

C-BO

Enemy of the State

2000

come short on my scrill till I magnum off in your grill
In luxury cars sitting on 20 inch wheels influnced by
Big ballers up on a hill addicted to having

Thinka 'Bout It

Paris

Sleeping with the Enemy

1992

own befo' anyone else
It ain't nothin' in the big city but a small thang
To see a brother straight fall victim to the game
Somethin' that I roll with

Dey by my side
Me then my shooters we shoot on sight
Yie yie ei
Real trappers we be hard to find
S3 Wosu bɔɔdeƐ aaa 3yaa su kwadu
Efri sƐ obiaa Ɛnim

slide with Deuce Deuce that shit don't penetrate
Heard he died Aye we Finna celebrate
Big brother rolled a clock but its Tiny tho
Bent through casino

to hit the road it's to many sales
Chopper spitting mouth dragon will leave a 100 shells
I know my brothers gone be right there if I ever fail
Pack after

floating
Three wheel bending corners
Scrolling
And I whip it slow motion
This that
Half and Half
Turned up volume to the max
Buddah Gang music
Get Free

Cranked to max shit might blow out the speakers
Blowin out steam amazon shipped a freezer
Cream soda and orange drink shit by the liter
Uh

She hangin with

the caliber, the magazine is seventeen
I got this from Medellín, eighteen times thirty-three
I hope he ain't sellin' dreams, might go back to mailin' keys
I

What's Real

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Chief Boot Knocka

1994

[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play

that knowledge for
She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't fuck round with no followers
Follow up

Make it hot in winter time (In winter time)
Pray we make it out alive
I told myself that for my brother I'ma slide (I'ma slide)
I haven't been

a Tesla
You burnt your best bridge? I'm sorry, I can't help you
Pull up in a two seat, but I sat three hoes
Switch split a group up like the Migos
I can

change like one, two, three
And now I won’t go 'til you make me
Pour more drinks I ain’t had enough
All these cups ain’t adding up (Adding up)
One by one

he loves
My brother from another mother sent from the above
A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be
Even better leaving niggas kneeling