[Lil Wayne]
Holla at me nigga you know it be Weezy "The Don"
I murder easy but hard to kill like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and pistols – pass love to the pimp
I`m clutching a M busting that tip for fucking with him
I`m stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
Tucking the metal don`t play and I`ll get fucked if I let em
I gotta ride til I resign its Squad or die
And any coward try its homicide
We got glocks and stuff, got federal agents watching us
Got niggaz hitting glocks see us I love (?)
See I`m above any nigga that you name
Hop up out the blue thang
With two flames like "What you saying?"
I do`s my thug thang daily
380 tucked under the seat of the S-Class
Shots rip your chest fast
I`m a mother fucking mess man
Street niggaz fo sho
A fire Hot Boy – ok? Ya know
[Chorus: TQ]
We only like gangsta shit
Cause I drive a gangsta car
And street niggaz run this shit
We only like gangsta broads
If you wanna see gangsta shit
Then push me a lil too far
Cause street niggaz might not quite
You gone have to call the law
[Turk]
Niggaz keep they stash in they ash
Round where I`m from
Uptown and that Nolia we sold smoked chumps
Quick to steal a nigga any time of the day
If his ass outta line we ain`t standing all day
Pimp, play off top better believe that dog
And plus we stay strapped ducking short of the law
I run with solid niggaz that`ll ride for me
Shit head Craig, Running Red and my nigga Big Ki
Shit I rap about – I`m one nigga that live it
Coke, dope, guns, nigga I live it
I`m only 19 and I`m down for killing
Just because a nigga rap dog don`t get it twisted
I send shots quick through your Jerseys and Filas
My finger get to flicking please believe I ain`t missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin`+ know you niggaz know about me
Cash Money Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it
I`m a street nigga
[Chorus]
[B.G.]
If I rap about it nigga I done lived it out
It ain`t shit I`m fantasying this shit I been `bout
I`m a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K with a drum
Quick to do a nigga something, I don`t give a fuck
I run the streets, all 12 months of the year
And where I`m from you can`t come
If you ain`t from round here
I`m thugged out to the fullest - call me B.G.
Someone you don`t want to play with cause I`m H-O-T
Fire, burning, scorching, flaming
You gone melt nigga wishing that it was raining
Play the game as you want – wined up in a trunk
You better think before you do because you don`t
I be bustin` heads, running from feds, duckin` laws
Ride all day don`t rest til I kill `em all
I be thuggin` hard and you know that I play it raw
Send ya to the morgue
Cause I`m a mother fucking street nigga
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
I had a little profit out the other hood
I used to go by her house in the wee-wee hours
Creeping, laying the wood
They had niggaz on the block but they knew I was cool
But still on G.P. I used to keep me a two
Cause she know not what a nigga think
Plus you know now that if a nigga tryin` pull gank
That`s life though
Whodie just like I thought – bitch was straight hatin` dog
Me I was `bout having war, I was impatient ya`ll
I stopped going by my peeps house chillin`
I stayed in my hood plotting how I`m gone kill him
Now my girl say the nigga been watching the house
So I`ma go and show the whodie what this drama about
What I`ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak out
I`ma either get him in or outside of his house
People gone say "Lord, lil one died hard
Took it to the head five times in the backyard"
[Chorus]
