*featuring Baby, Lil Wayne, Turk
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[Lil Wayne]
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(Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (mmhmm) uh-huh
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(Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix)
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(Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen..
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(Ladies and gentleman!)
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Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well
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And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail
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Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya girl
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Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooom
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Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost
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Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts
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Got a Escalade wavin on them deep dish rims
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And got ya girl sayin "We just friends" - I ain't trippin
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I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it
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Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh
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From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy
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We get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me?
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I got some freaks on my side that you'll like
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And somethin on my wrist colder than a Coors Light
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It's SQ-7 CMB it's life
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It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh
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(Ladies and gentleman!)
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[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
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A wodie, whassup? Wodette, whassup?
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A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?
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A wodie, whassup? A wodette, whassup?
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A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?
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[Baby]
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I'm the #1 stunna Baby, B, Bryan and Bubba
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Got that Crist' in my hand, a pistol in the other
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Olde English and Hot Boy bout to get in some trouble
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Plus I'm leanin off the liquor, bout to get at your woman
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I'm runnin with them HPG's, them Uptown thugs
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I ain't buyin the bar homey I'm buyin the club
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So momma look, get chea, show me whassup
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Put some straightenin on them dubs, and show me some love
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Like Hennessy, (?), clean, G
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You gotta admit it that's the way it's supposed to be
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I'm the bird man homey and I'm sellin them cheaps
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Put hits on bustaz while I'm brushin my teefs
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Can't quit this now cause you done played it too strong
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Stunna call you on it 'til I'm dead and gone
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One love to them Hot Boys, sellin that wrong
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And my homies in the pen, from usin they phones
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[Chorus]
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[Turk]
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Look, forget what ya heard dawg, Turk still thuggin
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You got me messed up, bout to make me start bustin
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Trust me, I don't miss cousin
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And the last thing you see is fire and blood gushin
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I'm a lil' thug, always strapped with that thang
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You get killed thug, when you're messin with me main
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I run with real soldiers called the B.G.F.
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Ready for anything you could believe dat dere
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I guess it's in us to be the way that we be
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We all from Uptown, from the 3 'til the 13th
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We tote choppers, with a hundred in 'em
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And you see them dome shots we bout, runnin in 'em
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We play it raw, give a know what about the law
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They get stole too when they, messin with us
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My team still strong, we all from the hood
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CMR for life, come between? Wish you would
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[Chorus]
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[Juvenile ad libs to fade]
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Set It Off (Radio Remix)
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| Juvenile |
