Lyrics:
featuring Busta Rhymes G Dep Mr. Bristal
[Lil' Cease]
Uh yeah
All my BK niggas uh
All my niggas on the corner
Pull your
Bitch I be smoking on gasoline
Leave a ugly bitch on seen
Bitch I be raking up crazy streams
Yo bitch a crack addict a fucking fiend
It's a opera let
the tropics
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
I'm blacker than Mr. Po
They try to come between us i'm lettin that blicky blow
XVT don't die baby, my clique the meanest
Lil shawty sneak by you
it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it
Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it
Make it rain
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
Oh, K Swisha
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
She say Mr. Tokyo, do your thing
I don't need it baby girl, do your thing
Iced out hockey diamond ring
This my
Schemin', connivin', plottin' niggas tricky
I keep a hundiddy when I'm slidin' in a Bentley
Judging by my wrist, Mr. Bigs, it's contagious
Mr
I was impressed by the
Technicalities
All these numbers you averaging
Pure gasoline
You come fully loaded, extra magazine
If we argue combatively
I
all the strippas say
Rain man go away
That's what all these hatas say
I'm a rain man and I can make it rain
I make it thunder storm
I make it hurricane
brought the rain, uh
Mr. Pop and aim, uh
Let the choppa sang, uh
That shit hard to tame, uh
I send em to hell foreal
Yea, uh
I send em to beg formal
Uh, uh
I walk in the game
I'm spendin' 100 on my teeth
I told my big bro let it rain
Told 'em to turn up the flame
My lil b turn up the beast
Imma still
Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain
(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain
Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded
a stripper pole come get a lap dance nigga
All deez niggas say they fly well I'm Batman nigga
I'm riding with dat 9 ain't for nan lil nigga
Take your bitch
I ain't got much but|I got a lil' cash in the bank|Still...|I got a lil' gas in my tank|I'm praying for a lil' bit of rain|But if it don't I
Hook
Rap fiend
got me hooked ima track fiend
Rapping laps around cats
Like a track meet
I'm 1st place
how u think u gone catch me
Tef-Lon or Mr
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money Lil Wayne", then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't
he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money Lil Wayne", then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't
on my shit
But if you want proof then let's take a lil trip
It started with a pen stroke, I was only 13
Trynna buy time, I ain't worried bout dreams
Bar
time so I gotta decline it
I'm lyin', I got time
They call me Mr. Man cuh I'm a stranger now to them boys, serious
Yo Mr. Man, what's good?
What's
Shorty skirt short, but my iced tea is long
(I got the)
Benz in the front
Aston in the back
Got the Beamer 'round the side
Porsche by the 'Lac
Zoom Zoom
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