| Lyrics: | LIL' WAYNE]
Lil'... Lil' Wheezy... Lil' Wheezy...
[LIL' WAYNE]
Listen...I'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 lab..
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 |
