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[Hook] That mac-10 will get them off me Head shots, he still talking
[Verse 1] You try to run up on Lil Wayne, I let you hold the slug The can opener, will make your jug open up I'm probly in the crib--baking Up, rolling up Cause I'm a nut wit the coke, call me coconut Bet I smack em wit the tooly, tell em straighten up I'm from the murder capital, you niggas baby butt You baby mutts get the fuck, I ain't a dog I'm a Boss Hogg, shout out to Slim Thugga' Pussy's spraying, that's a shot to ya brim youngin' I'm so Cash Money, right out the rim brotha Not out to get nothing but bread, I said I am Not out to get nothing but bread, I said I Slide out the whip, looking like a million bucks Don't touch bet this fucking full clip fill ya up Hollygrove in this bitch blocka block Make the chef pull the stove off the hip, cook em up
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2] If I was to let the barrel spin None of you niggas be standing I pull this burner out my drawers You gonna piss in ya panties On the block as a younging I was working that jelly Knew fat niggas kept bundles under their belly I’m a motherfucking Young Money A motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, Cash money Machiavelli They say dress to kill, but I look better at it Ready for anything, its covered like spaghetti I’m a nice young d-boy baby I digest your man like a t-bone baby Keep on I got the heat on 80 At 90 I’m shooting, at 100 I’m blazin Concrete jungle the wild-life pavement That’s my life, my life, my life baby Don’t get caught up in the twilight craze Or you'll be just another highlight baby
[Hook]
[Verse 3] Before I had my aim I still had a pistol Missing ya whole chest Hitting ya whole temple Like 95, 96 getting it in the rental So short I had to sit on a pillow Let the whole quaker sit on the griddle Cook em up and shoot em out like missiles Boot em up and call em out like bitches They ain't nothing but bitches They ain't fucking with this shit They swinging and missing My angle is different, they ain’t seeing me Look into my music, that’s the window to my soul See the g in me, long hair all black like Easy-E Little nigga got smack like the DvD Click-clack sound sweet to me Pap-pap you look asleep to me (what you saying) Click-clack sound sweet to me Pap-pap you look sleep to me Good night
[Hook]
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