[Intro - Lil Wayne] Yeah, is the tune on? oh, it's on Basically I got Streets and the boot with me Dedication trois [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Now let me talk my shit Fresh up out the water like I caught fly fish Weezy F. bitch, I can say what I please Swagger so cold it stay when I leave I see you little doggs just shaking out fleas I kill dogs like I'm making Chinese, food Rude only when I gotta be Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me "Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!" Shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead Shit, like "Go, Wayne, go!" Ice on a white tee, I make a snow angel Y'all niggas squares, but ain't got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money, ain't no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis slippers Call them "private plane clothes" I'm taking off, going to another land Call her misses, never going to another man Shawty ranks Weezy, muthafucker, I'm a lover man Yeah talk that shit Tune I gotta wipe my diamond grill with a tissue I'm talking too much shit I eat pussy and you suck dick [Kidd Kidd] They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't The same. No homo, that's how I came in the The game, I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane, the shit that made Pinky blow Out the Brain brain. Told Lois Lane I can't be a Super Mane, my whole Suit black like bat mane and I keep that iron, mane Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out The game, I'm back at the halftime Like it's just an ankle sprain Ain't no one could do it better More hits than Eddie Guerrerra The flow like ? at the competitors It's mass hysteria. Historic in Your area, 51 alien, what planet is he from Huh? Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the shotgun Picture Bugz with the shotgun up to Elmer Fudd All my thugs get dirty like we running In the mud, we 7:30 livewires Plug off the chain, utterly untame Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain Hard to come out, like a love-stain I came from nothing, fucking calling hoes And flying planes; who the fuck could complain? [Gudda Gudda] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy siding on you Get violent on you, you a sissy like Cisco Gudda: I'm the East gang schizo It's no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle How I yell a nigga but my heart dark like nut skin Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nothing Let me get back in it, bitch I just go ahead first, you be on that timid shit Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown "Don't give me shit!" Niggas in the streets say "Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns Like the Pentagon. I'm just eating nigga I'm getting my dinner on And your bitch licking: getting her lizard on [T-Streets] Talk reckless, I don't give a muthafuck I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck Come for you and your kids like nigga what Niggas with elephantitis ain't got bigger nuts Young Money nigga: big dicks, big trucks I'mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us Go to court: the case get dissmussed Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us [Mack Maine] It's Mack Maine: ain't shit to discuss I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas like Christmas Then turn to their female dog like "bitch, what?" My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis My dick big: that's why I walk like I got tendonitis I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis The doc said I got a case of "real" nigganitis He ain't got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it See, I'm a warrior. They compare me to Leonidus I got a set fee: I ain't about discussing prices Cause I ain't tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson Wish you could see my face now Feel like I'm poltergeisting See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka or Bison. Slicing, dicing Like w butcher knifeing. Wifing Bitches? Never, that shit is trifling Young Money the fucking nicest Put words together like a fucking hypen Nigga don't make us start fucking rifling Nigga we got a lot of rappers striking Standing by the harvest for fruit Waiting for the fruit to ripen We run up on niggas and jack the for their stipend Catch me in Minnesota like I'm a Viking I'm with every video vixen you liking I'm the reason your bitch dyking How I get like this? I pop a nigga, break something like Midas I try to be modest, nigga I'm honest And this is what I did for my birthday, bitch I ain't get no pussy though
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