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betta talk to me nicely
Whoa
Ok
I chop dat brick like 4 ways
Weigh it den give it to Jose
Bitch I deliver like postmates
Whoa
I see
Clearly don’t none

Lil Wayne
Or what's another rapper
That has like a bunch of silly jewelry?
Um, I don't know any, man

But, on the sixth day
It kinda went downhill

but I saw you confess
Ain't no school but I done passed all my test
It's four bandz if you step bitch you better come correct
Lil thooter I got a rocket

don't wanna hear that thing talk
Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention
Lil Wayne, that's what they gotta say or mention
I'm like Nevada

We turn this bitch into SOCOM 2
I'm the best rapper alive, Lil Wayne's migraine
Jay-Z's headache, touchin what the lead ain't
Motherfuck your feelings,

to P-T's
O.G. granddaddy, I'm so fooling
Tell the truth, DJ Screw made me
Without him, ya'll wouldn't know Mike D
I was just lil' Mike, Bam had a hogg in

Coast to Coast Gangstas

Sauce Money

The Streetsweeper, Vol. 1

2003

inquire from a few niggas
'cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas
Get a grip, dead four-fifth in the hip
Slip, never picture me

Treating lil shawty like lullaby
Stepped over line so I told her bye
Told you to leave but you in denial 
Wont you just play on the sideline 
If it was 4

smack the shit out of one of you bitch ass niggas and uhh yeah that's that
NBOMe!
I been faded a while tryna find my way back
And I don't wanna talk if it

own fame.
Wanna make my own monies
Like my name is Lil Wayne
Makin millions.
Pushin through the smoke
Make it to the top
Like I’m mates With Eminem.

fame.
Wanna make my own monies
Like my name is Lil Wayne
Makin millions.
Pushin through the smoke
Make it to the top
Like I'm mates With Eminem.
(Yeah,

Okayyyyy 4bandz shit
When i step into the function keep my hoodie on
Masked up paranoid, ay bro what he on
I keep my blicky by my side always tote

pussy, it's fuck a discussion
We pull up, he runnin'
They turn into ladies
Keep it on me, don't talk to me crazy
Get revenge just by takin' your lady
Can't

gotta ask again
Baby this is what we do

[Verse Two: Lil Wayne]

Yeah, what you want
And if you strap, we can trade like the Dial Jones
Where the Muh
Hope

hard got the fuckin sun hatin on me 
Everywhere I go man I always keep my 30 on me 
Cheese in my pocket lil baby this ain't Macaroni 
Bitch I'm 24 I'mma

and maintain but I am not Lil Wayne
That nigga wasn't trying to hear me
Beating packs down like Tyson Fury
I was prolly somewhere high with Quri
Stack Jacksons

With tha B.G.

B.G.

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

(Chorus) B.G. 4x 

Fuckin' with tha B.G. 

Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me 



Verse Two: B.G. 



I ride dirty

still in the street
Like Wayne hot on the block
Four shootouts less than a week
Dee steady sliding and sliding
But he ain't swiping no cards
Niggas slid

the team
On my grind like Lil Wayne
Without the lean
Told y’all amma blow but only clean
I Can’t lie
I don’t date regulars only queens
You scrapping over

Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend
Press on that bitch, spit hella rhyme

Bust down Patti, it don't take time
That lil' shit, she look hella

Aye
Still Sleep
Endless nights in the chat for like four weeks
Ain't trying to die young like Juice
So I keep a 2.4 like Kobe
Gotta stay woke can't

'bout this shit, without question
Rather by six before I buy a section
Rather by law sections before I lease
Walk with a limp, but I talk like a priest

on nigga
She said sorry a million times like Lil Wayne's figures
He clinched up his fist this nigga bout to trip
Baby mag in the bag i just got yo slip in

them crackers nine years of your life
That's four behind the wall, another five on post release (talk to 'em)

Keepin' it raw, nothin' less or more