[Juvenile]
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Huh...
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You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
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You lil boyz don't wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block
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Yoy lil boyz ain't ready to go to tha pen
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You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men
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You lil boyz better stay in your place
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You lil boyz ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case
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You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl
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You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world
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You lil boyz had better hit you a lick
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You lil boyz shouldn't have ta ask another nigga for shit
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You lil boyz don't even respect your momma
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You lil boyz don't even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer
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You lil boyz swear to God it's a game
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You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name
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You lil boyz always be makin' a scene
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You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens
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[Chorus - Lil' Wayne]
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Look, you lil boyz better slow down
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Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
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Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
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There's no remorse now
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'Bout to explode rounds
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Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down
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Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
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Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
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There's no remorse now
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'Bout to explode rounds
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[Baby]
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You lil boyz better clear tha block
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'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
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Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop
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Can't let it slide 'cause these lil boyz ain't right
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Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight
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I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess
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Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
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You're outta line if you're playin' with mine
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Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil
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Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather
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Fuckin' with my cheddar
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B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever
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But, however, if I could do
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I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool
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[Chorus - Lil' Wayne]
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You lil boyz better ta slow down
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Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
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Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
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There's no remorse now
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'Bout to explode rounds
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Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
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Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it's 'bout ta go down
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Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
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There's no remorse now
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'Bout to explode rounds
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Look
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[Mannie Fresh]
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Check it out, check it out
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You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y'all shit
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You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see
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You lil boyz know y'all time is up
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You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck
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You lil boyz kinda like had '99
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But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it's mine
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You lil boyz need ta ?? with y'all's friends
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You lil boyz really women with paws like mens
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You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn
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You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children
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You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats
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You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets
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You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty
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You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
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You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town
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You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns
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[Lil' Wayne]
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Look, look,
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When.. I.. ride.. dog
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Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog
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Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog
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'Cause I'm about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog
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Bahdi-by-by
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Get it.. right, nigga
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They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
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I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
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Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga
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Look, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
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Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
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Keep sprayin'.. tha MAC-11.. burst
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Hit 'em where it.. hurts
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I'ma shoot.. first
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Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!)
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Blood all over tha place
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Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place
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It's Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now
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If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down
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[Chorus - Lil' Wayne]
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Look, look,
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'Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down
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Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
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Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
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