Uh, Umm, Weezy you all,
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Young Money, Cash Money,
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This is, Da Drought 3
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Ladies and gentlemen, you all know me,
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You know I ride for my motherfunkin' niggas,
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Most likely I'm gonna die with my finger on the trigger,
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They tell me don't get high, and I should try to make a living,
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I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing
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My eyes is so wide as he watching the skillet,
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I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, I'm gonna kill her,
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I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
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And fuck you, hospital, young money, we're the illest,
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And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest,
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My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
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Self made G, and them bitches know the business.
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Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
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And when I was 5, my favorite movie was "The Gremlins"
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Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
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You looking for divine and the little intervention,
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And them birds don't fly, without my permission,
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I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,
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Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
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See my world is different,
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Like Dwayne Wayne,
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And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing,
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And you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,
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Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger,
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Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
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And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
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The sky is the limit,
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The sky is the limit,
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And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
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'Cause the sky is the limit,
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The sky is the limit,
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And if you look high, you see that I'm gonna be in it
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The sky is the limit,
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Buck Ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it,
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Switching lane faster than she switch subject,
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Tell a bitch don't talk to me,
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And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free,
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And I hate when a nigga say talk is cheap,
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'Cause I'm the type to let money talk for me,
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My flow is art, unique,
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My flow can part a sea,
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The only thing on a mind of a shark, is eat,
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By any means, and you're just sardine,
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I got the 40 cal. Tuck in my p.r.ps.,
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What do you expect, I'm from New Orleans,
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And majority of my city is violence,
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They tried to make a brand new map without us,
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But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars,
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And no matter how you change it, it will still be ours,
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And I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,
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Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger,
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Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
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And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
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The sky is the limit,
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The sky is the limit,
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And I'mma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
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Because the sky is the limit,
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Yeah, the sky is the limit,
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And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,
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Cause the sky is the limit,
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And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
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Use your head, or I'll take it off ya shoulder,
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Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting on the living room sofa,
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(that's fucked up, ha ha)
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And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
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Use your head, or ill take it off ya shoulder,
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Mail it to your mom, put a dozen of roses, (Now that's fucked up)
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And I'm a G,
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And you ain't gotta know the alphabet to see,
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I know that my whole city is depending on me,
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And I forget a lot of shit, but I can not forget the streets,
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So you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,
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Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger,
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Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
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And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
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The sky is the limit,
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Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
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And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
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Because the sky is the limit,
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Yeah, the sky is the limit,
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And If you look high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,
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'Cause the sky is the limit,
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They tell me don't get high, and I should try to make a living,
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I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing
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'Cause the sky is the limit,
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Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit,
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| Can you see me up there? The sky is the |
