[Lil Wayne]
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Check
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Huh
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What?
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What?
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Let's go, nigga (Where you at, Wheezy?)
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You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick
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or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
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And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas
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We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons
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We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats
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Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!"
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I flash the Mack in front of your gal and make her tell
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Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"
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It's Lil Wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas
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Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggas
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I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga
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Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga
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If you out, you can find me on the street with the work
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If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the work
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Never slip - I empty half a clip deep in your shirt
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And put your whole clique deep in the dirt
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Smell me?
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[Hook-2x (Lil Wayne)]
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Who wan' beef with 'em?
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Who wan' creep with 'em?
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And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
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See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em
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And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em
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[Lil Wayne]
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I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with heaters
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Let my nine-millimeters kill your peoples
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Bust up in your house and put the gun to lil' Renita
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Give me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her sneakers
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Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smile
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Me, Turk, G'z and ouch - chicka-POW!
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How come these niggaz keep burnin the world
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and why the hell this nigga Weezy keep firmin your girl?
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Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley drop
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Then I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block
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Tell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'em
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When you see them bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
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See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom
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And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper
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Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come
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Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?
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[Hook]
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[Lil Wayne]
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Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place
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Blast the face, automatic attach to waist
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You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad
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There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head
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A nigga either gon' get it right, or they get it at night
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And when they spit it, lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice
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Henny and ice is what I prefer but light on the rocks
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I pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up your blocks
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And if there's, coke involved then your throat's involved
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I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'all
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Me and my nigga Super Sosa, run up in your crib
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while your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
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If you (?) chances slim like Ethiopia
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If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia
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Recognize it's real and nuttin udder than that
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Cause one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha?
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[Hook - 2X]
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Beef
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Lil' Wayne |