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[Lil` Wayne]

I strike a load

you get served like we toke with

fake busta get smoked with

aproach it

I explode it

unload it

reload it

unload again

and pull another left hand

fifty shots to win

i can`t lose its impossible

plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin` you

i be `bout strings hittin` the beef gigga head

then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet

jet

off the scene with the uptown fighter

red dot sighters

all week night flighters

i`m a get ya`, when ya` least expect it

cock the glock jacket

a vest can`t protect it

boy, is ya` ready

i`ll leave yo` set wetted

slugs flyin` high, got yo` body real heavy

you can`t move, ya` got buff

now your stuck

left Wayne on the set, and yo` boys to pick you up

out cold

head swoll

eyes closed

i know for sure

you ain`t gon` test me no more

yo` block tore

yo` family in black clothes

you got blowed

and in ya chest is many holes

this goes

for Lataranza Elmo

i show

how uptown niggas roll

ya` big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya

automatic, black chopper trigger pullin`

that`s how we be

loadin` clips then release

eight deep

in the three-hundred E

leather seats

and in the trunk artillery

up the streets

where i started sure ain`t for me

the B.G.

that`s the name I go by

test me

you die S Kangol Y

hide out

at the club, slide out

ride out

yo` block `bout to die out

move ya` people

i`m burnin` down the whole streets

the night creepers

`bout to heat our enemies

lights off masks on, creep silense

lights gone

we done left yo` block wired

retaliate

wait

no your not boy

`cuz i`m a Hot Boy

nine milli cock boy

chopper gunnin`

hoes scared of slugs, runnin`

start movin`, me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin`



[Juvenile]

we left yo` brain sick

up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin` the bricks

a young black crucifix

up in the dirt i be knockin` dicks

smooth and beretically, my pockets

rocket

to six figures

and polverizin` niggas

pullin`

A.K.`s and two triggers

my potn`s stand on the side of me

they only come out at night

them deamons got me on a flight

duck tapin` and takin` life

or even worse

it could be three O`clock, on a Sunday by church

yo` brains might have to burst

you shouldn`t have fucked with me first

since them bullets was cappin`

adam`s apples i`m scoutin`

got richer penintentiary ward

for the national guard to come get `em

very seldom do you see me, when you do

what do you do

bust back, better be a head shot

if not it`s you

i`m comin` around the corner

`bout to pulla meatball on ya`

purses like a coat

and them houses in calico

me and Lil Turk heard of a merger

on a murder

fifty G`s (grand) on his head

what ht fuck did you said

fifty G`s (grands) for sure

that nigga live next door

call the man

let the sucker plan

look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask `em don`t say no more

a Hot Boy representin` this bitch like black and Moe



[Turk]

I start to poppin`

niggas start to droppin`

i`m havin` fatal thoughts,i think i`m fuckin` shell shockin`

niggas bangin`

four-five ringin`

in my ear, i`m not scared

`cuz i`m a solja and solja`s have no fuckin` fear

in my sleep at night

i`m seeing war fights

wakin` up thinkin` that a nigga took my fuckin` life

unnecessary shit

mind clickin` like a light switch

to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch

don`t give a fuck

steady bangin` and dodgin`

camoulflagin`

with the mack alive and

don`t have time for these dog hoes

goin` through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four



[Juvenile]

What`s this shit i hear `bout you boys potna`s in crime

if that`s true i`ll punish you bitches for the last time

now you gon` shine?

let me put somethin` on ya` mind

lil` cowards takin` hits

and protecting shit

it`s a for sure thang

i`m a brang

or i`m a wet ya

best to be `bout yo` business, if not, God bless ya

look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn`t strong

that`s when we do ya wrong

they both come and they gone

off-toppers

i`m a get with you and ya` potna`s (patners)

T.C., L.D., and Williard street with choppers

drama hittin` a niggas cash

we play it right though

i`m comin` to get a niggas ass

like i`m them white folks

look, better be `bout it

if not better be rowdy

it`s all in yo` mind, ha?

you gon` shine, ha?

i doubt it

[Lil` Wayne]

I strike a load

you get served like we toke with

fake busta get smoked with

aproach it

I explode it

unload it

reload it

unload again

and pull another left hand

fifty shots to win

i can`t lose its impossible

plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin` you

i be `bout strings hittin` the beef gigga head

then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet

jet

off the scene with the uptown fighter

red dot sighters

all week night flighters

i`m a get ya`, when ya` least expect it

cock the glock jacket

a vest can`t protect it

boy, is ya` ready

i`ll leave yo` set wetted

slugs flyin` high, got yo` body real heavy

you can`t move, ya` got buff

now your stuck

left Wayne on the set, and yo` boys to pick you up

out cold

head swoll

eyes closed

i know for sure

you ain`t gon` test me no more

yo` block tore

yo` family in black clothes

you got blowed

and in ya chest is many holes

this goes

for Lataranza Elmo

i show

how uptown niggas roll

ya` big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya

automatic, black chopper trigger pullin`

that`s how we be

loadin` clips then release

eight deep

in the three-hundred E

leather seats

and in the trunk artillery

up the streets

where i started sure ain`t for me

the B.G.

that`s the name I go by

test me

you die S Kangol Y

hide out

at the club, slide out

ride out

yo` block `bout to die out

move ya` people

i`m burnin` down the whole streets

the night creepers

`bout to heat our enemies

lights off masks on, creep silense

lights gone

we done left yo` block wired

retaliate

wait

no your not boy

`cuz i`m a Hot Boy

nine milli cock boy

chopper gunnin`

hoes scared of slugs, runnin`

start movin`, me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin`



[Juvenile]

we left yo` brain sick

up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin` the bricks

a young black crucifix

up in the dirt i be knockin` dicks

smooth and beretically, my pockets

rocket

to six figures

and polverizin` niggas

pullin`

A.K.`s and two triggers

my potn`s stand on the side of me

they only come out at night

them deamons got me on a flight

duck tapin` and takin` life

or even worse

it could be three O`clock, on a Sunday by church

yo` brains might have to burst

you shouldn`t have fucked with me first

since them bullets was cappin`

adam`s apples i`m scoutin`

got richer penintentiary ward

for the national guard to come get `em

very seldom do you see me, when you do

what do you do

bust back, better be a head shot

if not it`s you

i`m comin` around the corner

`bout to pulla meatball on ya`

purses like a coat

and them houses in calico

me and Lil Turk heard of a merger

on a murder

fifty G`s (grand) on his head

what ht fuck did you said

fifty G`s (grands) for sure

that nigga live next door

call the man

let the sucker plan

look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask `em don`t say no more

a Hot Boy representin` this bitch like black and Moe



[Turk]

I start to poppin`

niggas start to droppin`

i`m havin` fatal thoughts,i think i`m fuckin` shell shockin`

niggas bangin`

four-five ringin`

in my ear, i`m not scared

`cuz i`m a solja and solja`s have no fuckin` fear

in my sleep at night

i`m seeing war fights

wakin` up thinkin` that a nigga took my fuckin` life

unnecessary shit

mind clickin` like a light switch

to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch

don`t give a fuck

steady bangin` and dodgin`

camoulflagin`

with the mack alive and

don`t have time for these dog hoes

goin` through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four



[Juvenile]

What`s this shit i hear `bout you boys potna`s in crime

if that`s true i`ll punish you bitches for the last time

now you gon` shine?

let me put somethin` on ya` mind

lil` cowards takin` hits

and protecting shit

it`s a for sure thang

i`m a brang

or i`m a wet ya

best to be `bout yo` business, if not, God bless ya

look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn`t strong

that`s when we do ya wrong

they both come and they gone

off-toppers

i`m a get with you and ya` potna`s (patners)

T.C., L.D., and Williard street with choppers

drama hittin` a niggas cash

we play it right though

i`m comin` to get a niggas ass

like i`m them white folks

look, better be `bout it

if not better be rowdy

it`s all in yo` mind, ha?

you gon` shine, ha?

i doubt it

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