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Who? Weezy baby, baby im crazy yeah Makin a statement, feel these phrases, bitch Hear these shots, get the fuck out of here Low sea level nigga, get your diving gear, yeah Okay we rocking like a mother fucking party in a crackhouse Catch 'em when its finished I'mma pitch it I'm a motherfucking chemist I'm a motherfucking menace I'm a motherfucking dentist, knock your teeth out, fuck nigga Quarterback, run and shoot, hood nigga shush nigga The hamburger is tough nigga You lunch nigga You get the double deluxe nigga Thank you very much Turn a nigga head to mush That uzi turn your body to a smoothie, slush Them pussies ain't fucking with us Them niggas just fucking it up But I'm laid back, back of the club Tuss in the cup, tuss in the blunt Gun in the gut, stunt if you want Play if you may, try if you like to fly I put wings on you, and shoot you out the sky Niggas scared of money, see the chrome outside Do the homicide, we got the chromers out Known to ride bonafide on the rise SongtexteThat corner mine, Eagle street all the time And bitch niggas don't apply Naw player call yourself a tiremark Make a nigga drive way up the sidewalk Your people paint the concrete red Blood bath, turn the grass to a water bed(Splash!) Harder head make a soft-ass, my father said Short life, faster money sound like honey(Sweet!) I made it past twenty, I'm an old man A dead man walking, kill me if you can Damn, but you the president man Well I guess I'm a dead president man Yeah I'm just money, baby trust me Bet on me, go with me Man the chance is looking chubby And we dancing on your grave when you dead boy 2-step, juke juke, I'm a made boy I'm a made boy, no I'm a made man I give 'em heead nods, I don't shake hands Don't take it personal, its part of my position I feel all police is pussies, baby send me my petition Fuck 'em! (What you think?) Yeah that's what I said, an double fuck the FED's Now what's trouble to a troubled child? Nothing. what's murder to a murderer? A thing. get it? it ain't nothing but a thing Everybody got to lose this, ain't nothing but the game Yeah an this ain't nothing but them real verses And if you listening to this, then you a a real person I got kicked but I'm still lurking, still searching Got a fetish for desert, squirt like the middle of a jelly doughnut Off my back wit my pump make his belly gross up I'm right handed, his right side swoll up No homo, but my dick couldn't fill his hole up Niggas hold up, tell them niggas wait Man get off my dick, nigga just ask your bitch Niggas hold up tell them bitches wait The best rapper alive, yeah now what you say? Aus Songtexte Mania