*featuring Lil' Wayne
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[Lil' Wayne]
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Big Tymers, nigga (Big Tymers, nigga)
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I got that work, nigga (I got that work, nigga)
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Look, look, listen:
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This is where them niggas die fast
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Sell bricks and buy bags
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They dodge class to hit the block and go find cash
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If you try to pass - take my advice: drive fast
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'Cause, my man, ain't no escapin' when shots blast
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You wonder why the cops keep circlin'
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Niggas murderin'
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I ain't never saw 'em before
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Tonight we twurkin' 'em
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Niggas wearin' masks like glasses
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Niggas got on tank tops and a pair of Reebok classics
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Pants to my knees 'cause the glock make it slouch
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I can't talk right now - I got three rocks in my mouth
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And, wodie, when we enter-- niggas freeze up like it's winter
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And if a nigga whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner
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Seventeen representer - you don't like it, do somethin'
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And I'll bet you'll see a nigga outside 'bout two-somethin'
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And we like to dress in all black up in my residence
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Ain't got on no suits 'cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents
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[Hook - 2x (Lil' Wayne + Baby)]
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[Wayne] Nigga, we done moved more coke
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[Baby] than a nigga could know
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[Wayne] More money, more cars
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[Baby] than a nigga could show
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[Wayne] And more ice - cheap price
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[Baby] than a nigga could score
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[Wayne] And hit blocks with glocks
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Make 'em get on the floor
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[Baby]
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Nigga wakin' up to alley cats and rats
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Project bitches that tote gats
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Niggas kickin' the dope, but the crack done smack back
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Lil' niggas runnin' through the hallways
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While other niggas playin' ball - made a court in the driveway
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Things ain't the same where I use to play
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It's guns and broads
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New cars, neighborhood superstars
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And hoes smokin' cigars
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Lil' ones sittin' on the car
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Watchin' the bus hollerin',
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"Them people comin!" when that blue car pull up
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I'm tired of catchin' cuts, and bendin' corners
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I got that work - got youngsters on all four corners
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You got the quarters, and you got them halves
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I got the quarter ki's, and Fresh got the slabs
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Ten a ki is the price if you want a brick
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And if you don't know that, nigga - tax the bitch
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[Hook - 2x (Lil' Wayne + Baby)]
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[Wayne] Nigga, we done moved more coke
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[Baby] than a nigga could know
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[Wayne] More money, more cars
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[Baby] than a nigga could show
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[Wayne] And more ice - cheap price
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[Baby] than a nigga could score
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[Wayne] We hit blocks with glocks
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Make 'em get on the floor
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[Baby] For sure, wodie
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[Mannie Fresh]
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It's the return of the click-clackin'
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Downtown pistol packin'
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Y'all remember me from back in the '89 era
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When killers use to wear mascara
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And run through the court causin' terror
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Random riot gunshots
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Government-issued glocks
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That's bakin' soda added with that odor - now you got clatch pots
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Niggas went from (?) to frozen cups
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To catchin' cuts, to big ole nuts
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Shorty, I been on missions
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Jackin' niggas for Balley competitions
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Stickin' guns in bustas' backs
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Everybody, come out your Polos and your Zodiacs
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But that was back in the days
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See, niggas done changed they ways
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Went from snug-nose-38's to hand grenades
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Now it's a must that niggas bust back when they get cussed at
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Or fussed at
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Nine-millimeters, glocks, pumps, riot guns, niggas can trust that
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[Hook - 4x (Lil' Wayne + Baby)]
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[Wayne] Nigga, we done sold more coke
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[Baby] than a nigga could know
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[Wayne] More money, more cars
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[Baby] than a nigga could show
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[Wayne] More ice - cheap price
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[Baby] than a nigga could score
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[Wayne] We hit blocks with glocks
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Make 'em get on the floor
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[Baby] For sure, lil' one
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[Wayne] What!
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[Baby {talking}]
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Y'all got to understand
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We got this shit on lock, wodie
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If you ain't makin' money you ain't doin' what you suppose to
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I understand niggas kickin' in doors for twenty-inch momo's
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Whatever it take, lil' daddy
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And it don't matter
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If I get caught up in a struggle, I got to take mines
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If you get caught up, you better believe it..
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that that iron gon' get your mind right, dog
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We hustlin' for sure, fa
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Bling-blingin' without a doubt
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Like new cars, and pretty broads
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And neighborhood superstars
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Money
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