[Lil’ Wayne] What This.. this here’s real, nigga It’s real, nigga Too real Pay attention even though I’m young, nigga Look, look This one here’s on tha up, dog For all my people with bad luck, dog Strugglin’, tryin’ ta make a buck, dog For all tha peeps who ain’t with us, dog For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog See, this from shorty on tha real I’m tired of seein’ my niggas gettin’ killed They hustlin’ for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I’m trill If I got it ta spend, then I got it to give But listen, man.. I know ya see the ice glistenin’, man I know it make you wanna go get it bad But ya gotta think ‘fore ya move, partna ‘Cause it’ll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me But I betcha can’t name one nigga like me That’s why I’m tryin’ ta preach, my nigga And teach, my nigga If ya don’t work ya don’t eat, my nigga
(Chorus 2x [Juvenile]) They got a million and one things that you could be doin’ Than hangin’ around this motherfucker talkin’ to your children Get off your ass, lil’ daddy, and go and get it It’s starin’ at ya right in your face, you ain’t wit it
[Juvenile] Look at ya, you’re fuckin’ up and I can tell it too What is ya smokin’? Everything a nigga sellin’ you?! I know you could do better than that, and deserve more Ya use to be tight with your game back in ’84 All tha hoes use ta jock ya Niggas use ta knock ya Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn’t stop ya Then ya went ta runnin’ ’round tha project with them junkies Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky Lips all ashy, eyes popped out Spendin’ your children check, takin’ food out they mouth And you get mad with me ’cause I don’t wanna give you ten I don’t support your habit, nigga, y’all grown men I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay I got people comin’ askin’ for shit everyday I can’t please everybody, but I love my folks If I give ya everything, baby, I’ma be broke
(Chorus 2x)
[Turk] Look… look.. look Where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps Some of my rounds doin’ bad.. can’t even much eat Everytime I pass through, beggin’ me for a dollar Thinkin’ I owe them somethin’, don’t even wanna holla Nigga who use ta be ballin’ ain’t ballin’ no mo’ I can see they life fadin’ away slowly for sure Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope Use ta care about theyself, ain’t care no mo’ Niggas want me ta help ’em.. ain’t helpin’ theyself You must be out your mind if you ain’t helpin’ yourself Ain’t no love loss… I just gotta stay my distance Gotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin’ Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister Ain’t gon’ let nobody stop me from gettin’ my six figures Gettin’ my shine on, bling-blingin’ everyday If you’re not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga
(Chorus 2x)
[B.G.] Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse My niggas still my niggas… got love for ’em all I hate to see that market ride they back and make ’em fall Somebody tell me, if I didn’t have change and I was broke Would I get tha same attention when I’m in tha next four-door No, I don’t think so, I’ll be a equal nigga On the set, smokin’ jo’s, beggin’ people for scrilla On the reala… if I could do it, then you could Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood Ain’t nobody gon’ give no hand-outs, I swear Ain’t nobody gon’ pay tha bills in your house, I swear They don’t care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga You ain’t no child, look in tha mirror, you’re grown, my nigga Do yourself a favo
[B.G] Nigga thuggin it’s in my blood in my genes all the niggas I fuck with they bling bling. V.L. is my block, my hood, my set nigga Uptown is bout where you get put to the test nigga. Best be bout unloadin a tec nigga You better protect your head to your chest nigga. I run with the killers,guerrillas and the headbustas I grew up wit murderers and hustlers you can’t trust em. I been cut throat niggas for a while now I stay the tape in the room wit ballas who got boxed. Birds to jiggas to ki’s to bricks whatever Click Clack I got to have it no matter. What.. the.. situation be I’m bout my feddi my dollars my loot my grill my green. U.P.T 13th and C.M.B is what I represent for life and I’m H.O.T. (nigga)
Chorus: 4 minutes left
[Juvenile] This bitch off the hook,nigga never sleep this bitch full of crooks they hunt for the weekend. Niggas coming home tryin hit em a lick wanna bounce for a quarter ounce up to a brick. Them old side niggas, the new side niggas might get loaded what they do ride niggas. They second line but right after it’s all over the block party is off of washington to the magnolia. They smokin weed, They slangin d, they sellin ki’s while bitches shakin they ass in the middle the street. They representin, they better be in they jeep or niggas gone get mad and wouldn’t let you eat. To belmont, 6th street, L.D Full of streets robbin son and T.V. It’s on fire from the war to cars only ignorant muthafuckas wearin camoflauge
Chorus: 3 minutes left
[Lil Wayne] Nigga step down to nasty, filthy, dirty HollyGrove Carrollton 17th ya heard me. Need them birdies, you should see weezy prices cheaper than the average ki’s be. We be thuggas, stunnaz, hustlas, kidnapp, muthas, rape with no rubbers. What the hell? What is that I smell i know it’s not a dead body by the canal. My grill platinum, necklace platinum, rolex platinum, Hot Boys ask em. Blunts we pass em, guns we have em, we do not flash em unless we goin blast em. My clothes ree’s , t’s, girbauds 4-4’s semi-automatic calicoes. Brrrrrp reload, chic chic explode let it be told I from Hollygrove.
Chorus: 2 minutes left
[Turk] Plenty of diamonds on my rolex 2 karats on my finger 10 round my fuckin neck It’s a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat got so many haters that’s why i stay strap wit my gat I bust back back. Leave yo bitch ass flat trust that if you play with me you dressin in black that’s a fact don’t make me clique up wit Kevin and Ran Ran ya head you lose that aint no comin back i’m tellin. Play with me if u want people goin be smellin you make me pop the trunk 6 niggas will carry you people don’t have no money they can’t bury you don’t have no insurance you be in a freezer a week or two. You brought that issue on yo self cousin get it how u live it nigga when it comes cousin gun i’ma peel it nigga you can’t run cousin gun click get hit then u get stung cousin stung cousin
[talks til music fade]
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[Juvenile] Hmm… You better run for it, run for it, run! Run for it, run for it, run! Run for it, run for it, run!
You been known for fuckin it up, ha Them bad-ass 20’s on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha You tryin’ to stay from out that place, ha Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it’s too late ha You want your Momma livin good ha Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha Baby post seventy off the hook, ha Manny Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha Juvenile got them looks, ha; but you too scared to fuck with him cause he be runnin with them crooks, ha I’m the one, ha Stick a fork in that nigga cause he’s done, ha for flippin the tounge, ha You got a probation hole, ha You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha You bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha One that look somethin like mine ha
(Chorus 2x) You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire Remainin a G.. until the moment you expire You know what it is.. to make.. nothin out of somethin You handle your biz, and don’t be cryin and sufferin
[Turk] We got this thing locked, ha Cash Money can’t be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha And you like my Rolex watch, ha And the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage with glocks, ha And you like it when we stunt, ha Smokin blunts, ha You be lovin them gold fronts, ha We millionaires, ha Not far from billionaires, ha Got different broads everywhere, ha
[Lil’ Wayne] You heard ’bout Lil’ Wayne, H-O-T B-O-Y, ha Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon’ pop, ha-uh I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha A remix, ha, they from the Nolia I’m from the Grove, ha And you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, ha I represent the 2.. uh 2-6, ha It’s guaranteed to be… foolish, ha
Chorus (Repeat)
[B.G.] You niggaz know I’m bout my biz, ha You niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha You know I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha then call up my clique and straight flip her ha You know my click number-one stunters, ha You know we ’bout it, flexin Lex’s, Benz’s, and Hummers, ha You know you fuck with me, you’re dead, ha But don’t lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha You know that jailhouse is somethin, ha Bitch niggaz buckin, but when it go down, they run to the button, ha You know the B.G. ain’t right ha; you love you hoe, but she don’t wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha It’s goin’ down in ’99, ha You know fo’ sho’ that it Cash Money time to shine, ha You know I play the game raw, ha You know you slip up, I’ma take this beef shit too far, ha
Chorus (Repeat)
[Juvenile] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Let’s say you’re at a DJ, and them boys pullin’ guns You better run for it, run for it, run You in the Magnolia, and my people pullin’ guns You better run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run We’ll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga, step Fuck with CMR, we gon’ march, nigga, step Play with Manny Fresh, we gon’ march, nigga, step Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon’ march, nigga, step |
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