Birdman Album

You Know While Your Mother Is Cooking The Macaronni Today I Figured Id Sit Down And Talk To You Since Your Old Enough. You Know Its Time That You Really Realize What This Family Is All About Cause About This Time Is When Your Gonna Be Able To Join In And Earn Some Real Money And Real Cash But Before You Do That I Wanna Teach You A Little Bit About Loyalty, The Main Name Of This Game Is Respect And Loyalty. Family Is A Big Thing When We Do This Kind Of Business Everything Is With Respect And When A Family Member Gets Outta Line And Another Family Dont Like It One Thing Leads To Another And The Next Thing You Know, Your Gone And Then Your Just A Memory Of Me, My Hearts Broke Then, But You Gotta Remember Theres Always Family And Loyalty, Loyalty Is The Main Thing. Obviously You Know I Dont Make My Money, I Dont Make All My Cash From Uh Construction Jobs We Do And Uh Sanitation And Private Stuff Is All Earned Money Through The Family And Since Your Of Age Now I Think Its Time I

Taught You What Coming Into The Family And Respect Is All About. So The First Thing You Gotta Learn Is The Name Respect, Tha Means You Dont Cross Nobody You Dont Go Over The Line, Once You Go Over That Line Theres No Coming Back Whether Youre A Member Of The Family Or Not. Thats When People Get Whacked And We Dont Want Nobody Whacked In Our Family So I Gotta Teach You The Proper Way Of Respect. When Youre Earning Money, Everybody Earns,Everybody Eats Bread. Its All About Cash Money Thats What Its All About Making The Money. So The First Thing Of Business Is This, You Remember Your Name, You Dont Forgets Your Roots. You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Thats Above You Especially Your Capo Especially The Big Time Guys, Those Are The Guys You Listen To. You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Unless Your Told To Unless You Get The Okay. And If There Is No Sit Down Theres Nothing

[Chorus:]
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, i'm all about my paper, I'm all, i'm all about my paper
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
we over here hustlin', we over here
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, i'm all about my paper, I'm all, i'm all about my paper

[Lil' Wayne:]
Now ho don't ask me what i'm doing, thats me in the hook.
And i just keep on gettin it gettin it like a ni' in the book
Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh'
If your bitch don't know the rules, i will read her the book.
I got the key to the boat, i got the key to the jet.
i got the key to success, get money invest.
Read up with the rest. I got a swedish connect.
That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress.
Ok, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess.
That's called my bullets and lugers, i put 'em deep in your neck.
Adam's apple meet banana clip.
You know my script, i just get my chips and then i dip, and then i dip.
They say the bullshit walks, the money talks.
So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money talks.
Yeah that's my word, thats my word know i will front for y'all.
Its money over everything and bitches under all. M.O.B!

[Chorus]

[Birdman:]
i say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown niggas.
it's the home of the hard knocks.
Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white.
Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice.
Shop 'till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho.
Got the game from Pixie's, second floor sixth court.
Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga.
Ridin' in a lamborghini, suicidal regal wings.
Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers.
Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper.
Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga.
Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga.
I spent a mill on my grill for real.
'Cause we be stuntin while we hustlin, nigga makin his meals.
We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin' that steel
Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin' the bills.

[Chorus]

[Birdman:]
I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switchin the lanes, nigga
Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga.
Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga.
That's what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga.
Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga.
Stop all that reppin', 'fore i... send some flames, nigga.
All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga.
'Cause we be stuntin', nigga. Moving them things, nigga.

[Lil' Wayne:]
Paper paper, paper. All i need is paper. Green paper.
White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's aprin.
Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga.
Bitch, nigga talkin'. This is how money sound.
I'm just chillin' but my money still runnin 'round.
Yeah, and I just do's what i does.
You niggas couldn't even be who i was.

[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut Im Doin, Gettin Money, Wut We Doin, Gettin Money
Wut They Doin, Hatin On Me, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money Still The Company, And Bitch Im The Boss
And I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy

[Verse 1: lil wayne]
Bitch Im Payed Thats All I Got To Say
Cant See Me Lil Nigga My Money In The Way.
And Im Sittin High A Gangsta Ride Blaze
If U Aint Gone Ride Fly Then U Might As Well Hate.
Shit I Gotta Eat... Even Though I Ate
It Aint My Birthday But I Got My Name On My Cake
Believe That, If Ya Mans Wanna Play
Imma Fuck Around And Put That Boy Brains On The Table
So Pick 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Let 'Em Lay
Where Im From We See A Fuckin Dead Body Everyday
Thats, Uptown, Throwin Stuff At 'Em
Niggaz Talk About Me Im Throwin Shots Back At 'Em
Bitch Im A Pipe, And She Like A Crack Attic
And She Saw Me Cookin Eggs And She Though I Was Back At It
I Grab The Keys, Hoe I Gotta Go
I Got My Motorcycle Jacket And My Motorcycle Loafs

[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut Im Doin, Gettin Money, Wut We Doin, Gettin Money
Wut They Doin, Hatin On Me, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money Still The Company, And Bitch Im The Boss
And I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy

[Verse 2: Birdman]
98's, 45 Paper Plates
10 The Whole Thang Big Money Heavy Weight
A Hundred Stacks, Spend 50 On A Caddy, 25 On The Pinky,
Bought A Pound Of Blow And Bounced Back
Magic Grills, Big Houses On The Hill
Got Them Hoes In The Kitchen All Cookin Pan Meals
Holla, Dollar After Dollar
Flippin Chickens Gettin Tickets Nigga Meet Me After Hour
Born Stunna, Uptown Hunter
3rd World G's Nigga Been About Money
Ice chains, Birdman Redmonkeys
White Tees Lots Of Jewels This Is Cash Money
You Now We Shine Every Summer, We Grind Every Summer
And This Is How We Spend Money
You See Them Bentleys And Them Lambs'
Them Ounces And Them Grams, Nigga We Was Born Hustlas

[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut Im Doin, Gettin Money, Wut We Doin, Gettin Money
Wut They Doin, Hatin On Me, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money Still The Company, And Bitch Im The Boss
And I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy

[Verse 3: lil wayne]
When I Was 16 I Bought My First Mercedes Benz
I Must'Ve Fucked A Thousand Bitches And They Girlfriends
White Leather, Hot New Bare Rims, Brand New Pistol With The Trigger Like A Hair Pin
Big Work, We Dont Need Scale Man, Big Papers Say G'mornin To The Mail Man
What'Cha Now Bout Putting Bricks In The Spare Man, I Can Stuff A Coupe Like A Muthafucken Caravan
Im In My Zone My Swag Is So Rare Man
You Lookin At The Chair Man
How You Want It, Show Me My Opponent....Show Me My Opponent
Im Still Ballin, A Bullet Gotta Get Me And I'Ve Never Been A Pussy Cause My Hood Never Let Me
A Made Nigga Got Made Niggas Wit Me
Ima Motorcyle Boy So Im About To Pop A Wheelie

[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut Im Doin, Gettin Money, Wut We Doin, Gettin Money
Wut They Doin, Hatin On Me, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money Still The Company, And Bitch Im The Boss
And I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy

[x2:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Veerom Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Cash Money Still The Company And Bitch Im The Boss

[Hook:]
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Yeah, Hustlin On My City Streets
Tryna Get A Whole Ki (I Bought My Frist Ki, My First Ki)
In 93 And We Was Gettin 'em Like For 25
Columbian Connect, Homey We Was Gettin Fly
We On The Grind And Our Nuts Got Bigga
And Every Day We In The Muthafuckin Hood Our Guns Got Bigga
Stuntin On Them Niggas, Gettin Money Stayin Fly Every Day A Nigga Spendin
Ridin 25s And We Blazin Gettin High, Nigga Showin Off His Ride
Crusin Through The Beach Nigga Rollin In Them Bimmers
Them People Pull Me Over Hatin Cause They Can't See Us
Know I Got The Money (Laws Won't Leave Me Alone)
Now They Actin Funny Cuz They Know A Nigga Strong
Money Long And We Comin

I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha (Cooked It Up Myself And Started ...)
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha (Cooked It Up Myself And Started ...)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I Ain't Have To Touch A Piece Of Work Since '94
I Lost My Daddy In '96 And Started Makin Moves
In '98 (I Got A Brand New Lexus Coupe)
(Now Them Laws Won't Leave Me Alone)
They Pull Me Over, Lock Me Up, I Bail Out On My Own
I Call My Poppa On The Phone, Tell Him Cook Up A Zone
I Leave A House With A Pocket Full Of Stones
Got Them Hoes Slangin, Hidin Packs In They Titties
Them Small Chest Bitches Gotta Put It In They Butt
(20s In Them They Can't Fuck Wit Us)
I Got So Many Hoes
(It's To The Flow Or I Don't See, Don't Know)
(Now They Won't Leave Me Alone)
Man I Got So Much Dough
(It's To The Flow Or I Don't See, Don't Know)
(Now They Won't Leave Me Alone)
Weezy Baby D Boy

[Hook:]
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha (Cooked It Up Myself And Started ...)
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha (Cooked It Up Myself And Started ...)

[Verse 3: Birdman]
And I Ain't Touch A Mothafuckin Ki Since '04
And Thats The Word That We Servin, Look Thats All We Know
Them Niggas Talkin Shit But We The Niggas Wit The Cash Flo'
(I Still Smoke That Weed, Smoke That Smoke That Smoke That Weed)
And I'm Back On The Beach And We Blowin Out The Whole Beat
My Ak Mack Eleven Represent The 3
Gangsta Like A Mothafucka Me And My Homies

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, My Nigga Rabbit Was A Og
My Momma Husband Thats What Show Me (My First Ki)
Yup, Then You Know I Had To Be A Hustla
I Started Sellin Hubbers

[Chorus:]
There Aint No Love, Like the love of a Daddy,(Like Like Like father like son)

[Baby:]
Fuck what he said,

[Lil' Wayne:]
Listen the Birdman put me on when i was just eleven,
He was my teacher, so I was like fuck the lesson,
he was my preacher, so I was like fuck the reverend

[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Nigga I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best
'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha
Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death
I'm already good I'm workin' on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F

[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen
Comin' through my neighborhood wit' 4's on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin'
Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin'
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday
We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid
Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi'
2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish

[Lil Wayne]
This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of... matchin' slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control I control the cruise
Yes... I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and

[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin' layin' here we stuntin'
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It's just the G in me and I'ma get it til I die daddy

[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[music to fade]

Now the rules of the family has nothing to do with the outside world.

The outside world don't count here this is an inner circle of our family, what we say goes.

Anybody anyplace else that disrespects you deal with us, if you're with us you're with us, and that's it, that's the way it goes, there's no such thing as an outsider comming in, we don't let no one in, we use all of them to do our dirty work, and they come in they do our dirty work and that's just the way it is. your Family is your life that's what it is life and death.

(feat. Rick Ross & T-Pain)

[Chorus x2: T-Pain]
Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
Yeah (Take a picture) Click click
(Take a picture) click click
(Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin'

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
Started on a corner now a nigga 106
Heroin ain't quiet nah you can't quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine
You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours
I Fifty-carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores
When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack
'Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe
If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece
A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease
You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard
Put Ross on the front just to front hard
Cash Money money comin' on freight liners
Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds

[Chorus x2: T-Pain]

[Verse 2: Birdman]
We got the swine wit' the suede on top
The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops
The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock
And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots
Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock
Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
Them niggaz poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another till dropped
250 on the grill spent the same on the watch
Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock
I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights
I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night
Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright
Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
Big Money Heavyweight nigga that's my life
Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga

[Chorus x2: T-Pain]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers 12 years old
Maan I swear to God I was 12 years old
My mama didn't know and Stunna ain't know 'bout it
'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket
Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off
Them niggaz runnin' up the terminal we takin' off
They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga I mack hard bitch I'm a bad boy
Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars
You know my name baby that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby
And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby
I tell 'em fuck 'em girl
18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world
Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent a check yet off Tha Carter 2
I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you?

[Chorus x2: T-Pain]

[music to fade]

Yeah... Yeah
Check me out man... Yeah

[Lil Wayne:]
Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers
Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up
We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless
And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous
Shit I guess I ain't it
You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay
where the worms stay
I spit it for my nigga's sake
I spit it for myself a long time ago
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos
I'm so straight I'm pointin
The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment
Baby boy the president now
Shit you gotta make an appointment
Two record labels
You should come join 'em
Do check the label
And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up

[Birdman:]
Yeah...
Nigga playin, doing about 180
Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade
Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky
G4 whenever, fly in any weather
Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers
Million on the floor
Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow
And don't think about the past
A little water came, now we floatin on everything
Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin
Niggaz puttin it in for the change
So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on
I'm on the side with that bling
And outside, got them thangs
Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]
Naw, don't fuck with that dogg
Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off
And I'm coming back hard
Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off
I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it
With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it
Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty
And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci

[Birdman:]
Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty
Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound
Duffle bag full of cash when I come around
The lil' homie got the game so I put him down
Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown
Like father like son, got it off the mound
Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds
Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns

[Chorus]

[Birdman: over chorus]
Yeah nigga,
Un-fuckin-believable
I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga
You know, they mouth like they ass
Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me
Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga
And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me
Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back
Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas
Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world

[Lil' Wayne:]
Ha.. I'm.. so cool

[Baby:]
Yeah nigga, stand one, blow one nigga

[Lil' Wayne:]
Bird.. man

[Baby:]
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga

[Lil' Wayne:]
Bird.. man, J-R, ya know

[Baby:]
You feel me?
When gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food nigga
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga

[Lil' Wayne:]
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta
Milk this game 'til it's sour
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats
You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin'
I'm Weezy fuck it
Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money
Cuz that's him

[Chorus x2: Lil' Wayne]
Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggaz with money shouldn't act like this

[Baby:]
Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
Nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear
I see the same ol' shit
and pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that Nolia dogg
Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a nigga understand
when you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan nigga
I'm tryin' to make a few million
buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a nigga livin'
I bring ya back '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' nigga
Cuz we was doin' it dogg
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg

[Chorus]

[Lil' Wayne:]
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
and I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
and plenty times I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk, they probably cry
Like the strings on the guitar
And see you, you with that bullshit that's leighway to the do'
Only to cut off the lights, g'night

[Baby:]
Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
Nigga represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown nigga
Shit, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em nigga
the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
and go and get some more dough, nigga

[Chorus]

[Baby:]
Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you in the way, you'll get moved over nigga
Think I'ma let one of you bitch niggaz stop me from gettin' a billion dollars nigga?
Fuck ya and what ya made of nigga
Y'understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit
That's your shit nigga
Suck a nigga dick a die nigga
Birdman, made man nigga
Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity nigga
Fuck anything in between
If you in the line of duty nigga you got your issue, feel me?
One

[Hook: Birdman]
We got the diamond in the back (Yea)
Tinted rolled up (Yea)
Blowin' out the pound
In a brand new truck

Where ya at wit' it?
Let's go and get it
If you a real d-boy
Money over bitches

[Intro over the hook]
Yea, this one here for uptown
I know we lost a lot that we gon' never get back
All the time, but it's a must that we do this here homeboy
Yea, uptown already nigga!

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Slap a bitch wit' a pound and a ki
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street
Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat
Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats
Twenty on a bike, third world peace
Two on the yaucht, million on the fleet
Fo' five fo' a pound of that leaf
A hundred dollaz for a chopper on the streets
We uptown, we gon' ride 'til we die nigga
We stay fresh, get money stay fly nigga
Ain't nuttin' changed I ride them skinny tires
Wit' the candy on the slab, on the buttons wit' them twenty-fives
From no money nigga, now we talk Ca$h Money
From lil' money nigga, now we talk big money
From no nothin' now we all sayin' somethin'
Mo' money nigga, mo' money nigga

[Hook - 2X]

[Verse 2: Birdman]
What it do H-Town?
Wha's up B-Town?
Wha's up A-T-L?
Chea
Hit the town in a Phantom and a G
Wit' two pounds, two broads and a suite
Two toned everything a nigga see
Burnin' rubber in these motherfuckin' streets
Made man, ol' head taught me
Like father, like son we a G
Sixty-four seventy-eight tiger seats
Ol' school drop tops on the beach
Birdman, we do this 'cuz we stunnas
Ain't nuttin' changed in them brand new Hummas
Hood rich, we do it fo' the numbas
Tha fo' fives and the tens and the hundreds
Two fifteen nigga talkin' cash shit
Got a hundred from my bitch she a badd bitch
Money won't change nigga neva average
That's why I'm livin' this bitch so lavish

[Hook - 2X]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yea nigga
We been blowin' out the pound all day hustlin'
Ya heard me?
And this is how we get down at the end of the night
After all that grindin'
Shit
I'm in the club, hoez showin' love
Nigga know we got it, that's why they wanna plug
Pussy poppin' shit, like they wanna thug
Knowin' they ain't 'bout it and them clips gon' bust
I got stacks, that's jus' how it is
Boy Mack supa fly in a Coupe Deville
And got birds in the field
Grindin' all the time
Tryna get a mill'
Neighborhood superstar, third world gangsta
I put mines in, did a lil' more thinkin'
Shine in the summer
Minx in the winter
Ice year round
Twenty on the pinky
Damn my town
Went down sinkin'
Made my rounds
Bounced back bankin'
Neva fold
That's what make me
Make the money
Don't let it break ya

[Hook - 2X]

Yea
That's what it do nigga
We better hustlaz than you nigga
Money longer than yours lil' nigga
Believe that
One hundred
Wha's up Weezy baby?
Them niggaz can't see us man
We barely can see us, ya heard? [fades out]

[Lil Wayne:]

Yeah money...

My leather so soft. My tops too soft. I probley hand it off. These niggas too soft. And I go so hard.
Bitch I go so hard.
She says my leather so soft. My tops so soft. I probley hand it off. These niggas so soft. And I go so hard. (Bitch I go so hard)

Look,
I get money hoe, fuck what you talking bout,
Straight out the slaughterhouse. Straight out the dragons mouth.
Fire you cant put out. Tires that standin out
The coopla pidgon told. I be in a different mode
I be with a different hoe no I mean those different hoes. I mean them weezy bumper car different hoes
And as far as terrific goes, they kiss that dick with no missle toes
Diamonds and pearls and pussy hoes stuntin coke till their nose bleeds
Im sittin high on them inches, im in the nose bleeds
Im on a paper chase, until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats, and let my soul bleed
I put em in your head. And watch the hoes bleed
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed
Now that's cold bleed. No, I mean cold-blooded
And im so southern and that's why my leathers so soft

[Chorus]

[Birdman]
She's soft as a bush nigga
She purple like kush nigga
we high on that money nigga
We get it from crook nigga
Hit em wit that crook nigga
Fuckin wit crooks nigga
Know we bought that money and we stackin like books nigga
Know what I do nigga
Them two drops are true nigga
We stay so fly, robbin the coops nigga
Rolls Royce canishas, and asses by the bitches
Blowin on that puff, and we drivin foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga,
Know we bout that cheddar nigga
Know I gotta Tommy gun gave one to my youngen son
And we got it together, 47 51, you gonn hear us when we come daddy

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]
You see the paper gonn come, if not im gonna go n get it.
I gotta die with money cuz I wasn't born with it.
It was 9/27, 82 baby do charity, hospital, AKA the city who has no pity to no one nobody, not all man, they drop us in the game and everybody's tryin to ball
And the small hand a touch ya the large hand a cut ya.
But until that day, I be a mutha fuckin stunna.

[Birdman:]
Ball till I fall, I done did it for my dogs
Ball till I fall, I done did it for yall
Ball till I fall, I done did it for me nigga
Ball till I fall, that's the way its gonn be nigga
Up in the early I done did it for sunshine
Candy on the paint, every time I touch mine
My nine stays cocked, cuz im good with fine nines
Alligator with the swades, ridin them 25s

[Chorus]

[Chorus:]
Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game

[Lil Wayne:]
Okay I'm out 'chea you niggaz done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me
But them niggaz won't touch not a part of me bet on it
Them niggaz belong in a sorority ain't that a bitch
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop fuckin' wit' them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera
You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come got her done never caught without one
Niggaz wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop no I need a counselor
And I'm here you are gonna need a chopper
And I'ma need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because...

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]
Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
Niggaz ain't fuckin' wit' the boy them niggaz softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy yes I walk wit' the maggy
I tell him park in a alley and leave 'em parked in the alley
Niggaz talkin' about me but they ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong
'Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul
Make a real nigga bring it back to '92 dog
Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim wit' them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come bitch you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga
Why? Because...

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]
Thirty shots in the clip niggaz let's trip
Line 'em up put 'em down on the guest list
These niggaz 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'ma take the shit as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole niggaz seem plenty bold
Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole
Them niggaz hoes really doe
I would swing down there wit' any O Forty-Fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a nigga have to come back like wit' the smack
Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Why? Because...

[Chorus]

The other think is this i want you to learn
i want you to go all arround of the streets and you make your self over protected
youґre going and make sure this are all safe okey?
and you offer them a over protection
first of all im gonna be fee and
thatґs the way you do it, you walk and you tell them
hey, you know we are gonna take of your business but you have to pay 6,000,000 dlls a week
so you colect for them, you bring it to us, we give you your piece, and you earn money for the family
and then you go up and up out the pound.

[Birdman:]
Y'all already know what it do nigga?
Theres money over here, Cash Money over here, nigga
Me and the little J.R., Like that homeboy
We on the grind nigga, got some muscle nigga, shine nigga, like father like son nigga
Hey we drive shiver, headlights like a light bulb, that means the cars expensive you stupid fuck, keep a nigga pimpin now nigga

[Lil Wayne:]
I know some niggas that'll murk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass nigga just be lucky that the boy ain't hurt me
I got the money to lag, and I got that swager workin
I'm smokin some I can't pronounce, but I'm behind them phantom curtain
What is you hiding bitch?
I'm on some paper shit
She wants to make me dinner
I tell her, "Make me rich."
Your fuckin with a winner
But I come from the litter
Woke up out of bed and I can that dirt and turn that shit to glitter
I leave the work with her
yeah, she my baby sitter
And if I find out she's stealin
For reala I'ma kill her
I'm just a money man
So where the dollars at?
Some around back, Ima work until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this
I make her ride with that
Her pistol and her celly, thats her survival pack
And do I love her? Naahhh
Man I just love the spirit
Blind, deaf or crazy, its money over bitches

[Chorus x2:]
Now errbody that I'm knowin get that money baby
And we aint worried bout them hoes, get that money baby
You get that cook or that blow you are called a baller
If you aint talkin about that dough, homie what you talkin?

[Birdman:]
So get your game up
Take a bitch, break a bitch
Strap her down with work, and tell her dont trip, take a trip
Get your hustle up
The money's what you make of it
These niggas wanna cook down they clothes, they close down the bakery
So stop stuntin homie, false promotin
It aint about what you make
Its about what you told em
Burn him up and leave him naked
Bring him back to his wiiifffee
The bitch aint even cry cuz he was living that liiifffee
These niggas think I'm slippin cuz I'm fallin back
Bitch, I got money and a wall for that
When you get it from the ground homie
And hold the hood down
And don't make a sound if the people swing around
Bitch, do ya thing hoe
Hussle, try to stay low
This is for my old school g's who aint around this bitch
But shorty, they aint fuckin with pops
Let them niggas chase that pussy, we gonna follow tha guap

[Chourus x2]

[Birdman:]
50 stacks in the garden and the backyard
Youngin talkin, turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggas aint eatin how we eatin
Fuck how we used to be
Now we how we need to be
If they aint with us
They must be against us
We shoot em in the head, cuz the act like they sistas
If you aint gettin bread, nigga keep ya distance
Sharks over here, nigga keep on fishin

[Lil Wayne:]
Money, money, money, is my intuition
Money over bitches, such an easy decision
Young money, money men, monster militia
Hard body, these niggas is a box of tissue
That nina will kiss ya
That chopper will twist ya
380 snap shots, now smile for the pictures
Wheezy motherfuckin baby, pay me
A 9 to 5 is over rated
I'm on that grind hoe

[Chourus x2]

Yeah, Hustla

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right

The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin man on the clock like hands grindin like teeth get money like heath cliff hukstable keep it comin
like keith gotta meke last forever for worse or for better gotta make it past the devil so guns i got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron
nevelle bu i just play to win holler back like heavy metal. smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes. my breads buildin bagels and legos when i rose
they froze trust me for the pesos im an a hole AK holes. think face blow and understand talkin money by the case loads gun off safety im in safe mode i
will hold court until the case closed. brown bag bitch

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right

young new investment aint no turnin me back had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack and i aint never goin back sike i love the life standin
under the street ilght tryin to get off that white at a reasonable price nah i aint tryin to bargain wit ya niggas hatin well i guess they gonna be
starvin wit u i got 2 jobs i sell and cop shit like father like son well i was adopoted. i told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and i dont even wanna
tell u waht i did with my advance cause im only a man i had to feed my fam takin that hood shit and copped about 24 grams man i guess it is wat it is it
was wat it was before the rap game i waas sellin drugs either way im six figures before my first record ill stunt yall dont respect my my work habits im a
hustla

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right

yeah thank u up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater from a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies that how im hood rich and murder was the case got me
emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u up im rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta
hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin how roll
with the chopper if money on your block for the money ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money wouldnt stop us from ridin fly whips now they hoe out
jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman got a navy
and cash money cant save ya.

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right

We Back
Yeah..
The Flow's On Me And I Promise Baby
I'm In My Zone
Wizzle, Come On..

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
One 90 Proof
Subline In My Shiny Coop
Uptown Is Inside The Pool
Shot Down Anybody Who
Come Round With A Loli Gat
Leave Around With The Body Bag
Legs Stiff, Toes Green
Give Him A Title Tag
Flossy Niggaz But Realize
Hes A Killa Behind The Flash
Bossy Nigga
So Presidential, Thanks To My Dad
Gotta Ask How I Got 4 Takes To Call Me Bad
I'm Mad As A Mothaf**Ka, Why Im Rich
Brought A Bag, Brought A Nigga That's High Im With
I'm Bad, Hit You In Your Eye And Your Bitch
Hit U When Youre High, Now You It, Now You Sit
Hardcore Baby, Yeah
Hot Cars
Stop Call
Rockstar
What You Know About It
It's Not For A Baby, Unless You Weezy F Baby
And Please Say The Baby When You Say It Mothaf**Ka

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
Come On,
Ridin' In My Wheel
Late Night
Left Palm On My Steering Wheel
Red Light
Cops In My Rearview
But F**K Them Cuz Im High
Yeah, Baby Im So High
Again,
Ridin' In My Wheel
Late Night
Left Palm On My Steering Wheel
Red Light
Cops In My Rearview
But F**K Them Cuz Im High
Baby, Im So, High

[Verse 2: Birdman]
See, We Ride For Flames Nigga
A G To My Name Nigga
I Dos Thing Nigga
I'm Gettin The Change Nigga
So Whos To Blame Nigga
About The Game Nigga
They Say I Did It
So F**K Them Niggaz
I Gave The Plan Nigga
I Gave The Game Nigga
Im Doin My Thangs
Still F**K Them Niggaz
I Know The Lane Nigga
I Know The Pain Nigga
I Know The Famoust
Still F**K Them Niggaz
Shh.. Nigga
Yeeah, We Chillin With Them Bithces On Us
Riiide The Nigga, While We Countin Down Our Hood Riches
Thinking About Aaaall The Hood Niggaz
Never Got The Chance To Hit Licks Before Them 6 Fingers
Nigga
And If Youve Done It How We Done It
Nigga Watch For The Law
Cuz We Knew When They Were Commin.
Nigga Haaands Up!
And Every Summer, I Had Hummers Nigga
Spent A Million Dollars Like It Was Nothin Nigga

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
Come On,
Ridin' In My Wheel
Late Night
Left Palm On My Steering Wheel
Red Light
Cops In My Rearview
But F**K Them Cuz Im High
Yeah, Baby Im So High
Again,
Ridin' In My Wheel
Late Night
Left Palm On My Steering Wheel
Red Light
Cops In My Rearview
But F**K Them Cuz Im High
Baby, Im So, High

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Check It
And No Fisher Can
And No Nigga Want
F**K With Me
Play With Me, No
Cuz I
Got Meet, Fo Sho,
And I, Got These,
To Blow, Fo Sho,
Come Up
Now If You Feel Me, Put Your Guns In The Air
Pull 'em Out And Let The Playa Hate Us Before He Stare
Bang, That, Mothaf**Ka
Pop, That, Mothaf**Ka
Yeah! Fall Back Young Man Who
Weezy Baby, A Hundred Gran, You Understand
Your Wife Would Be Fittin Me Perfect, Exactly
Change Fallin' Off My Ass
Pocket Cash Showin',
Rock 'n' Roll
We Can Rock To My Bed, Yeah
Clothes Have You Shoppin
Patrone, Have A Glass Yeah
Wow, Now She Hot
Not Its On, Now Shes Bad
I Let Her Clothes Strap
While She Gone To My Bed
And I'm Gone To My Bed, Right Behind Her
Got A Couple Questions And That Pussy
I Tend To Go And Find It And
I Might Find Her If I Hit Her Right Behind Her
I Get Her How I Got Her
Now She Diggin My Piscana
Shit, Like A Virgin
But Like, Madonna
I Dont, Believe Her At All
Im Just Tryna Roger
Until, Things Fall Off
But We Good
This Is Cash Money, Young Money
Get It Understood

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
Come On,
Ridin' In My Wheel
Late Night
Left Palm On My Steering Wheel
Red Light
Cops In My Rearview
But F**K Them Cuz Im High
Yeah, Baby Im So High
Again,
Ridin' In My Wheel
Late Night
Left Palm On My Steering Wheel
Red Light
Cops In My Rearview
But F**K Them Cuz Im High
Baby, Im So, High

(feat. Birdman, Daz Dillinger & Kurupt)

[Birdman:]
So Light It Up And Pass The Thang To Me
Im Fresh Off Patrol I Could Smoke A Whole P
Can Smell It In My Clothes You Can Smell It In My Seats
Thats How A Nigga Rolls I Was Raised In Them Streets
Im Rollin Up A Sweet
Im Fillin It With Keef
Im Too High To Talk Bitch Keep It Real Brief
If It Aint About Money You Dont Even Gotta Speak
I Smoke It In A Paper, Weezy Smoke It In A Leaf
And Nigga Ima Stunna, I Got Runnas
And We Keep Them Shotguns Like Huntas
We Smoke Thunda, It Put Me Under
Im Talkin About Straight Purple Kush That Thundas
See I Be Fuckin With Them Trees Cuz Im Straight Out Tha Jungle
Keep About Five Pounds And We Aint Even Tryin To Hustle
Yall Already Know How That Go

[Lil' Wayne:]
I Get My Kush From California
Get My Dro From Arizona
I Can Get it cross the boarda
I Got A Ridda Name Winona
And I Be Calmer Than A Somma
Inside Of The Phantom
And it's lookin like a Sauna
And I Still Stay High And I Still Got My Diploma
And I Still Keep The Maggie On Me Like Hommer
And Im Too Sick Man Im Spittin Out A Coma
And Im Still Lettin The Money Pile Like Goma
And I Smoke That Kill, Yall Blowin On Begonias
And I Keep A Fill Of That Grass Like A Farmer
And I Keep That Armor, Try Me And Ill Spin You Around
Ill Be With The Stars And I Aint Talkin Tinsel Town
Thats Right The Present Town, Bitches Tear The Fences Down
Like Prince In Town
Boy I Shits A Pound Of That Purple Rain On The Marvin's Day
You Wit Me Now?
Too High You Can't Set Me Down

[Daz:]
We Got That Ak-47 White Right On Set Painted And Named It Orange Purple Kush That Million Dolar Top Brand

[Kurupt:]
I Got That White Ivory Ice Tee
Docters, Requestin Dope Weed
Blazin Up So Much Bomb
I Got A Bad Bitch On My Side

[Daz:]
See See We Just Smokin We Just Smokin,
We Just Tryin To Fire Up
If You Got The Bomb Bomb Nigga Come And Light It Up

[Kurupt:]
Yah Blaze Up Aint Nothin Like
Ridin By, Drivin High
Me And All The Hommies Smokin
Dumpin If You Chokin Smokin

[Daz:]
Smoke Slow When They Hit You Cuz You Might Pass Out

[Kurupt:]
Look Over At The Bitches Snatch A Blunt Up Out A Mouth Bitch

[Daz:]
Switch It To Another Scene
That Has You Smokin Endo Green

[Kurupt:]
Some Hommies Be On That Lean
Mix It With That Endo Weed

[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up

[Kurupt:]
I Like To Smoke And Drink
With That Nympho Plated Thang

[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up

(feat. Fat Joe)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Young desperado straight out the grotto
I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know?
Nigga I been gettin' my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets... check my bio
I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts... cashews
But I'm so DC like fat shoes
I skate away... like later dudes!
Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped... I made it move
Respect me nigga I'm a dog... no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that... fall back

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me
Nigga... how you want it ??? coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you runnin' naked like an old school
And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin'
And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me
That 40 cal'll get you ???
This shit is funny to me
All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
I had 'em as lil' niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz
Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga
Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money
And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thang
Still gettin' money still spendin' change
We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
Nigga... yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

[No lyrics]