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[feat. Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, T Streets & Mack Maine] [Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah, it's on Basically... I got the Streets and the boot with me Dedication trois [Lil Wayne:] Now let me talk my shit! Fresh up out the water like a caught fly fish Weezy F bitch I can say what I please Swagger so cold it stay when I leave I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas I kill dogs like I'm making chinese food Rude only when I gotta be Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me "Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez! " Shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead... Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T I make a snow angel Y'all niggas squares, but ain't got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money ain't no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that "private plane clothes" SongtexteI'm taking off, going to another land Call home, missus never going to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue I talk too much shit I eat pussy and you suck dick [Kidd Kidd:] They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't the same No homo, that's how I came in the game I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane The shit that made Pinky blow Out the Brain brain Told Lois Lane I can't be a Super Mane My whole? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game I'm back at the halftime like it's just an ankle sprain Ain't no one could do it better More hits than Eddie Guerrerra The flow like Eddie Monster praying at the competitors It's mass hysteria, historic in your area 51 alien What planet is he from Huh? Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun Picture Buzz with the shotgun? All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud We 7: 30 livewires Unplug off the chain, utterly untame Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain Hard to come out, like a nut-stain I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes And flying planes, who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda:] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqo Gudda, I'm the East gang schizo It's no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle High yellow nigga but my hot dog, like nutskins Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nuff skin Let me get back in it, bitch I just go head first, you be on that timid shit Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown (Give me shit) My niggas Streets say "Kill them all! " Bitch, you know we got guns like the Pentagon I'm just eating nigga, I'm getting my dinner on And your bitch licking, getting her lizard on [Mack Maine:] Talk reckless, I don't give a muthafuck I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck I come for you and your kids like nigga what Niggas with elephantitis ain't got bigger nuts Young Money nigga, big dicks, big trucks I'm a smash a nigga if he try to diss us Go to court, the case get dissmussed Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us It's Mack Maine, ain't shit to discuss I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas for Christmas Then turn to their female dog like "bitch, what? " My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis My dick big, that's why I walk like I got tendonitis I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis The doc said I got a case of real nigganitis He ain't got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it See, I'm a warrior, they compare me to Leonidus I got a set fee, I ain't about discussing prices Cause I ain't tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson Wish you could see my face now Feel like I'm? See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka or Bison Slicing, dicing like we butcher knifeing Wifing bitches, never, that shit is trifling Young Money the fucking nicest Put words together like a fucking hypen Nigga don't make us start fucking rifling Nigga really it go to fucking striking We got a lot of rappers striking Standing by the harvest for fruit Waiting for the fruit to ripen We run up on niggas and jack them for their stipend You catch me in Minnesota like I'm a Viking I'm with every video vixen that you liking I'm the reason your bitch dyking Nigga don't want no beef, look at Kidd Kidd He like this How I get like this? I pop a nigga, break something like Midas I'm trying to be modest, nigga, I'm honest Young Money, Young fucking Money And this is what I did for my birthday BITCH Aus Songtexte Mania