[Lil Wayne]
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Whaaat
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You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones
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or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour
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And most of our customers come up to us daily
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Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby
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What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings
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and z's to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens
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You need to see Wheez - anything you like and I have 'em
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From crack to Viagra, and Vicadins valiums
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I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av
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So get all your money together, come and get my slabs
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I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half
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And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav'
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And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid
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For the white people, when I get you bricks for ten, I know the right people
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And I keep a nine on my waistline
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And I'ma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind
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[Hook]
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[Lil Wayne]
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I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
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You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
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Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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Nigga, I'm tryin' to grind
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I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
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You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
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Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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Nigga, I'm on the grind
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[Lil Wayne]
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Nigga, y'all gon' respect Wheezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots
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I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', "Stop!"
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I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed
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On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee
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And if we beef, we don't beef long 'cause we gon' creep all night
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So I hope you don't sleep all night - we on your street all night
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Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get me shoes
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'cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes
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And the bricks move every followin' week
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So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d
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And I shower your streets until your av pass out
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More bricks than the three of your pigs' last damn house
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Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts
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And issue work for half and just grab that south
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For real, nigga - Wheezy Whee tryin' to shine
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From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind
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[Hook]
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[Lil Wayne]
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Tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
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You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
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Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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Nigga, I'm on the grind
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I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
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You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
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Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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Nigga, I'm on the grind
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[Lil Wayne]
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I start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's
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Take seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks
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Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it
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Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it
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And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue
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And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move
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Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose
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Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'ma tax a dude
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Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma
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Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour
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I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss
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Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss
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Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun
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All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run
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I'm tryin' to get rich 'cause I wan' shine
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You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time
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[Hook-4x]
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[Lil Wayne]
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I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
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You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
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Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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Nigga, I'm on the grind
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[Lil Wayne]
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Look,
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Whaaaaaa
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On The Grind
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| Lil' Wayne |
