LIL' WAYNE]
Lil' Lil' Wheezy Lil' Wheezy
[LIL' WAYNE]
ListenI'ma hundred percent hustler from my face to my feet,
My lifetime case is the street, my dime place is the street,
Until I wake and see another fuckin day is relief,
I pray that he keep, I'm scrapin' my knees from chasin' this cheese,
I had point guard dreams of playin for some team,
Hit the block and made NBA money in one week
See I hussle in the hood and plus I fly birdies
And play them tracks out every month so I can ride dirty
Needed someone to manage my money I hired Shelly
But Shelly started talkin to much so she died early
They got me loadin' up my K's with my eyes blurry
I sent the message "Clear The Block," at bout five thirty
Now if the bitch ain't got my pies for me, then I'm sorry
But I'ma leave everyone who outside bloody
And then I go in the stash get the coke and the cash,
I'm lettin niggas score it for half, I'm hope'n it last
But still nigga don't, I might have to just go in the la
And if its slow in the 'Ave, back to the rope and the mask
[CHORUS: Lil' Wayne]
Man, we got that white for you,
And we can talk 'bout a price to make it right for you,
And if you like that hard white, then we got what you need
And if you like that nasty broad then we got whole keys
Dog, who got 'em? We got that white for you,
And we can talk 'bout a price to make it right for you,
And if you like that hard white, then we got what you need
And if you like that nasty broad then we got whole keys
Man, who got 'em? We got that white for you,
And we can talk 'bout a price to make it right for you,
And if you like that hard white, then we got what you need
And if you like that nasty broad then we got whole keys
Playa, who got 'em?
[JUVENILE]
I hate when a nigga flex up and he's makin it sound,
As though he been doin that border, but that nigga would drown,
My block been infiltrated by a whole lot of fake ass niggas,
Scared ass niggas won't even bust a grape ass niggas
I'm talkin to you! So take it how you want, ho
I've been here for a minute, so I know somethin' you don't know
Ya partners been fuckin' wit' ya cause they know how you is,
Niggas be smackin' you and stuntin' you and snatchin' yo shit
Matter fact, get the fuck out my face, before I put you in ya place
I'm one secound from bustin the drapes,
Whodi you can get ya' money and all but not ch'ere
Lil' daddy I been runnin' this section for 5 years
First of all I don't like ya I don't know ya
Run and get ya' gun if you want, I'm gon' show ya
You one of them niggas, try'n earning your stripe
Lil' daddy I'm one of them niggas that'll hit ya' at night
[CHORUS]
[BABY of Big Tymers]
That liquor like dope, nigga, I got's to have it,
Cook flip the brick with some heavy traffic
Guns gon' bust if these niggas be lackin,
Cadillac, gold spokes, brick head, and baskets,
Overflow this bitch, white work gone faster,
Tradegy of a murder case twisted and laughin,
In the Bentley drop top and 'Pac is blastin,
Hit the hood duckin' the cop, we start the stashin,
Bunch of White T-Shirts, phone calls, harrasment
My lil' padnuh on that shit, make it hot and he jackin,
He standin on my two feet, he purrin, I ain't blastin
Comin' up from childhood days, I'm bout my cashing,
Hundred G's on the trunk, a Escalade Caddy,
I never did listen, I never mind my daddy
My brother gave me the game, cookin' in a alley,
Four bricks, two guns, I'm runnin' in my parish
[CHORUS 2x