Lyrics:

* an exception is being made for this song only due to popular demand



[gunshots]



[Lil Wayne talking]

Haters nigga... Squad Up nigga

('Fuck Jay-Z')

Naw my nigga I fucks wit Jay-Z Sorry you know what I'm sayin

('Fuck Jay-Z')

No no no I fucks wit the homie man...sorry no

('Fuck Jay-Z')

Yes we bout to squad this thing out baby Ya'll ready to squad wit me

Then throw yo guns in the air mu-fucka

If you aint got a gun get the fuck up outta here mu-fucka

Cause we gon' bust it in ya head mu-fucka

We here mu-fucka yes this is the squad right here

Dawg And no the rhyme aint even start yet bitch

But here we go, come on Wayne

Look

I, young money boy Lil' Weezy

Hold it for A and Eagle

Cash Money cross the belly

Cash Money Makaveli

We get that fetti fellas we bump that Roc-a-fella

We got it pumpin holla back we crack rocafellas

Nigga my tires better, I'm on them monsta bellas

I got that brown boy or that white consuella

Fee this shit over I got us thats a promise

Let's go cop two new rovers drop it on Magic Johnsons

Thats 32's for fools stick to them stuntin' rules

500 up in ya tummy can you stomach dude

S Q my young'n crew we paid our fuckin dues

Thats why yo bitch is over here suckin and fuckin dudes

Ya'll niggas want a war bring it it's nothing dude

This shit too hot to relax bitch dont get comfortable

I fuck with super sammy blanco and fuck the bull

Hydro I puff and pull until I'm duckin full

What are you fuckin crazy come on its Weezy baby



No for real bitch its Weezy baby



Call me bad Wayne and I'm like Max Payne

The sickest shit to hit since anthrax came

I leave you with a tampax frame all bloody

Just stand back man y'all dont want it

But damn that man I come thru and do my Grand Theft thang

My cran-ap tan cap slant back thang

My hustle game up plus my flow that ugly

Just call me Mitchell and Ness I got throwback money

I got that um all good if its no crack money

I got that hes all good he dont need to show that money

I blow that money cause I know that money

Hit the club and wild out and go and throw that money

If that bitch on 21's then you know thats money

I'm a pimp I'm bout to perm it out and bullrush somthin

You a snitch you probably hit the court and burn dude

Thats that Weezy the shit that make yo soul burn slow



Fuck Ya ...S Q A D Holla at ya boy



(lil Wayne talking)



They cant fuck wit me man

I dont Dawg I dont see em fuckin wit ya nigga right here

Ya know what I'm sayin

Call me the throwback youngn

Bitch everytime you see me I'm in the 70's ho

You dont know if its a jersey or the pimp game bitch

Or it might just be the shit I got in my back pocket

Know what I'm sayin In the balloon or the silver pack

What you how you want it nigga? Huh?

How you want it dawg?

It's whateva we got it nigga from 64's to bentleys

To porsches nigga to the to the to the fuckin g-wag

You dont see a g-wag in the city unless its Weezy

And that white lady but we dont know her You know what I'm sayin?

Thats how we doin it dawg

This ya boy right here Man I'm holdin it down for the N.O.

And when you come past here you entering my home nigga

I I run New Orleans east I'm a 17 nigga but I run tha East Man

You know what I'm sayin

So So when you get to sheps think of Weezy man

Know you steppin into Weezy territory

You more than welcome to come holla at me man

I got whatever you need

Holla at ya people man

Squad up I see y'all baby its all love dawg