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(feat. Lil Wayne, Turk) [Lil Wayne:] Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha Cash Money, Wha, Wha, Wha Hot Boy$, Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, W-Wha, La What it be like Get inside 'fore street lights 17 right I represent 'til I fall under the dirt boy I run wit' Juvenile, B.G., and Turk boy And we the hottest, of the hottest, of the damn hot In helicopters with my parters over land ha Now listen, I be wit killaz, guerillas, ridaz and head bustaz Drug dealers, wig splittaz, and Fed duckaz Don't be with no false man, haters, or rat niggaz They come around and I bust 'em in they cat kissers Ya understand [Blaxuede:] Now I done warned you not to battle me I leave more casualties, than the dollar bills in your salaries Snapin' these bitches into reality Cryin' and pain, blind by the chain Niggaz can't deny the reign SongtexteIt's a shame when I cock it back And it be like chill, on the real Ain't no stoppin' the black, under attack Nigga stuntin' and thumpin', all of y'all, the niggaz stuffin And like Michael Jackson, they always be startin somethin' [Chorus x2: Lil Keenan] We bring da pain, with the muthafuckin choppers in hand 504, Cash Money, droppin' niggaz like rain Bout to leave your body stankin' Nigga fuck what you sayin' Lil Keenan, Blaxuede, and Turk, Lil Wayne [Turk:] I'm Quick to put in Work Put your face on a T-Shirt Who that be 'bout combat, that be that nigga Turk Get down and filthy for mine at anytime, wodie And I slang iron for mine, you're outta line, wodie A guerilla, once I start ain't no stoppin' it When i start to cockin' it, bodies gon' be droppin' it I hit your set with 50 plus 50 more I catch you down bad and I ain't gon' let you go [Blaxuede:] I done came from the motherland, no other man standin' Standin' with the country that be standin' on this planet From way back in line, to getttin' recognized And letti' niggaz know what's ion my motherfucki' mind From a karaoke to a trophy From not havin' it all to mostly To Larry king tryin' to host me And Jay Leno, came from the local in the N.O. To nationwide with my own ride with tinted windows From the 1996 Black Limo Rental To a private Jet Flyin' me to Sacremento From working in Winn-Dixie, to duets with Whitney From Mad Dogg and Whiskey To moet 'til tipsey From class to business That's from rags to riches Slowin' down from them poes to tryin' to pass them bitches From "Girl he too black" to "Girl, Who that?" From a lower 9 shack to where I'm livin' at I done came a long road my nigga, just peep game I done came from James Holmes my nigga, to Blaxuede And it's like that [Lil Wayne:] W-Wha, Wha, Wha W-Wha, Wha, Wha W-Wha, Wha, Wha W-Wha, Wha, Wha [Chorus x2: Lil Keenan] [Lil Keenan:] Pain nigga We bring the pain nigga We bring the pain nigga We bring the pain nigga We bring the pain nigga We bring the pain nigga We bring the pain nigga Blaxuede, Turk, Wayne, bring the pain That nigga Keenan, bring the pain We bring the pain nigga (Nigga) We bring the pain nigga (Nigga) We bring the pain nigga Wha, Wha Aus Songtexte Mania