[Lil' Wayne]
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They call me the youngest headbuster walkin'
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Thugged out in all black, calicole sparklin'
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A guerilla till I die bless me when I'm dead
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But for the bread I bring ya anybody head
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That's how I play it I don't hold back
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I tote gats be on the spot were ya sold crack
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Nigga feel played then ya fuckin get blown back
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I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old mac
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Now BLOCKA nigga get off me
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[Juvenile]
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Get some off that cocky weed and roll that bitch up
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Won't play with me like I'ma choke that bitch up
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Keep it on the turf I might be killin' to get mine
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New prints on the back I make a million in big time
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I'll always be a thug until I'm crippled and crazy
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I'ma always stay close with Suga Slim, Wayne and Baby
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Runnin' with a team off cut-throats and backshots
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All day bullshittin neglagince and homicides
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[Noreaga]
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Cash Money niggas they don't play that shit
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Thugged Out niggas we don't play that shit
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[Noreaga]
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Thugged Out, Cash Money ha
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B.G Juvenile ain't funny ha
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We try to, get that paper like Bugs Bunny ha
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Yo we in the projects with my little honey ha
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Yo what up Kiko it gets real check it
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We got's this chicks to slauve that right out of Kansas
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Heyyo these countless bitches
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We used to fuck 'em on campus
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You my roley ha ha
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I'm your roley ha ha
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Fuck with us we leave you nigga fuckin' holy ha
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Semi-Latin cruise down to Baton Rouge
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Then I got a Hummer that's sittin on 32's
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But for the hood we got the eastcoast locked
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Magnolia and Iraq now that's my spots
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Come anywhere near there and still be shot
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Prat Niggas shot Niggas shot Niggas shot Niggas
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Shot shot
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Chorus
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[Musalini]
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>From N-Y to N-O Thugged Out and Cash Money
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I'm a thug B how you gonna stop hungry
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We eatin' pop bubbley in beef we pop dummies
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Run up in hood honey's it's all good sonney
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Throw your sets up nigga
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Throw your side up nigga
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Ride or die young nigga
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Get high young nigga
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Stay fly young nigga
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Do what you gotta survive young nigga
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[Maze ]
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Live we fly down in New Orleans
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Get it purpulatin
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You smell me keep that fire green circulating
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Thugged Out with Cash Money
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Thugs we stash your arms
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Weeds get blazed from your face till feet
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With us all we stay deep got beef we're surroundin
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My Niggas cock back Macs from here to some 'the houses
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Get rocked or get it on if you bout it
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Cause boy you're in the zone
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You take routes quick like Roy Jones
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Chorus
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Play that shit, play that shit, play that shit
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Play That Shit (We Don't Play That)
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| Noreaga |
