[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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Young desperado straight out the grotto
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I´m so bad my shadow chooses not to follow
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Little nigga but see me as a fuckin´ rhino
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Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
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It´s a drought ain´t it? How the fuck would I know?
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Nigga I been gettin´ my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono
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I ran the streets... check my bio
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I started high wit´ two O´s just like Ohio
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I´m fuckin´ nuts... cashews
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But I´m so DC like fat shoes
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I skate away... like later dudes!
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Never get caught baby I´m mashed potato smooth
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And just when it stopped... I made it move
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Respect me nigga I´m a dog... no Asian food
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I wet up the party so have a bathin´ suit
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And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga
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[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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Keep talkin´ that shit that you talkin´
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And we gon´ have to get into some gangsta shit
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My nigga... keep talkin´ that shit that you talkin´
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And we gon´ have to get into some gangsta shit
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My nigga... ´Cause you aint really even ´bout all that
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You ain´t really even ´bout all that
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And don´t´cha forget.. I know ya you ain´t ´bout all that
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You ain´t never been about all that... fall back
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[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
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Niggaz must want Joey to lean on ´em
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Flash the binky splash his dreams on ´em
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Let ´em sleep on it it´s nothin´ to Crack
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Lay the murder game down back to hustlin´ packs
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Yeah Weezy homie´s got yo´ back whether raps or macks
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Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
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Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies
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And we done sold so much dope ain´t shit you tell me
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Nigga... how you want it ?? coke or dog food?
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My shit´ll have you runnin´ naked like an old school
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And yeah we ´bout it ´bout it and you ain´t ridin´ on me
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Unless ya got a whole fuckin´ suicidal warmin´
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And I´m a rider homie and you can find it on me
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That 40 cal´ll get you ??
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This shit is funny to me
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All these niggaz frontin´ war but they runnin´ from me... Crack!
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[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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Keep talkin´ that shit that you talkin´
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And we gon´ have to get into some gangsta shit
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My nigga... keep talkin´ that shit that you talkin´
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And we gon´ have to get into some gangsta shit
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My nigga... ´Cause you aint really even ´bout all that
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You ain´t really even ´bout all that
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And don´t´cha forget.. I know ya you ain´t ´bout all that
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You ain´t never been about all that... fall back
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[Verse 3: Birdman]
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I had ´em as lil´ niggaz raised ´em ´round real niggaz
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Poppin´ bottles fuckin´ wit´ them bitches nigga
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Made money to the ceilin´ me and my young nigga
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Chillin´ I´m in the streets hustlin´ gettin´ money nigga
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Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
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Nigga got some mo´ jewels we was gettin´ money
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And ain´t nothin´ ever changed still doin´ the thang
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Still gettin´ money still spendin´ change
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We hustlin´ from Sunday to Sunday
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And we grindin´ everyday like the money ain´t comin´
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Nigga... yeah we ridin´ woodgrains and minks
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Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang
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I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs
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Wish I woulda caught ´em I´dda split they fuckin´ wig
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3rd Ward let me claim my fame
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I put it down Uptown I´ma do my thang believe dat
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[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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Keep talkin´ that shit that you talkin´
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And we gon´ have to get into some gangsta shit
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My nigga... keep talkin´ that shit that you talkin´
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And we gon´ have to get into some gangsta shit
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My nigga... ´Cause you aint really even ´bout all that
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You ain´t really even & |