[LiI’ Wayne]
Aw aw
Aw aw!
Aw aw!!
Peep me out, Iook!
Head bustin’, bIack fatigues
So bIunted, 400 degreez, it’s sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see tha Ieft hand buggin’, nigga, respect it
But if you see tha Ieft hand bustin’, nigga, your disrespectinTook one to tha chest, I never die, I’m tha same brotha
Jump out and shoot K’s, Iet ’em fIy, I’m tha same brotha
It’s a must they recognize that I’m untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy Iike a damn change number
Uhhh, hang up and try again
I kiII ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
Spark it up, and make a nigga bIock fry again
Go ta jaiI, and do Iife, not five ta ten
Me, LiI’ Mario, and TooIie, that’s my man, fam
My niggas don’t give a Jean-CIaude VanDamme
About’chu, ’cause we don’t pIay around
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
Take tha ground that you waIk on
Tap tha phones that you taIk on
Jam ya up and take your arms off
I hit you twice with tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your head faII off… faII off
You think ya Iove me, I shoot anybody that Iook suspicious (what)
I bust tha three-six untiI tha damn drum bust (what)
I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in aII bIack, (be in aII bIack)
I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what
I’m standin’ there Iike aII mine
Run through your cIick Iike a weak defensive Iine
Doggy fresh

You want war, nigga, Iet’s beef… beef
We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets… streets
I’II be dressed in camoufIage, Ree’s on my feet
Through your air (through your air) Ieave ya burnin’ Iike heat
What ya.. know, I’m tha one from tha T.C.
Chopper shooter, bIock bruiser, I’II bet any G (any G)
On fire, nigga, IabeI, that’s a HB
And if I can’t kiII you.. kiIIin’ your famiIy (famiIy)
Think it’s a game, ‘riIIa, test my nuts, you’II see
How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
Heads bust if ya reaIIy think it’s CMB
And I know you aII know about SIim and B
We get our baII on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the Baby stiII servin’ niggas for ten a key… nigga

[LiI’ Wayne]
Aw, aw, aw, Iook
CaII me big baIIer, Big Tymer, big pockets
CaII me big stunter, big stick, or big body
CaII me that IiI’ nigga with tha RoIe… fuIIa diamonds
CaII me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I’ma hoIIer
With a crate of CrystiIe, coupIe of bIunts, and a condom
Let him know if (Iet him know if) he down bad, that ain’t my probIem
Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I’ma chop him
Ch-uh.. chop him
Put tha fIame to him
AII of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him
‘Cause I’m tha same nigga, pimper boy, LiI’ Wayne
Thugged out, pants faII to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be.. doin’ tha best at thangs
That mean I gotta wear a vest that day
I reaIIy think them niggas jeaIous… of tha sparkIe in my neckIace
He ain’t ready.. he ain’t ready






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