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[Chorus: x2] No more lying friends Mourning tragic ends Know they do pretend They won't go when I go [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Come on home biscuit for man's sake No more fake hugs and handshakes Stand straight You sweeter than a pancake Me, I'm tryin get that green like the landscape That's for my team in region eight See what I gotta say can't wait I demand cake Gotta eat, keep the family straight They all holding out they hands and plates, yeah Wayne's from a place called hollygrove From the bottom of the globe Area code 504 Be hero joe and I zero in With the eagle when there be no him Ion need no help Ion need no homie Ion need no buddy Nigga I got money SongtexteNigga I got heart to go along with the guns Call me weezy f. baby I be by myself when I come yeah [Chorus:] No more lying friends (yeah, yeah) Mourning tragic ends (ion need em, ion need em) Know they do pretend (ion love em, ion trust em) They won't go when I go (so motherfuck em, I was born by myself with my dick in my hand) no more lying friends (with my mind on the million dollar plan) mourning tragic ends (now baby you are looking at the million dollar man) know they do pretend (and I'm a die alone, so alone I stand) they won't go when I go [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] (I feel you nigga) Dudes that never spoke to me now wanna speak (beat it) Girls that never said a word now wanna creep (beat it) Guys that never ran with me now wanna be (what) the only passenger in my coop with two seats Damn, what is it homes You boys breast soft and fake, I can feel the silicone (yep) you all a bunch of pamela andersons Me, a family man, I take care of the family man (ya dig) and it seems like my day one niggas ain't actin like day one niggas (uh un), I ain't change I just came up niggas (yep) and trust me when I say I ain't put the streets down or them thangs up nigga Bring the phantom through the hood, I ain't frontin on ya'll, Just tryna let you know it's bigger than the corner my dog I ain't playin basketball, but I'm ballin for sure Now back to the money Catch me when I come off tour Fuck em [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] The rims may offend you on the shit I slide into Fuck you Send you to the desert, tell ya be cool Uh um, hold on the pistols Roll by the cops and turn up the stereo Sittin in the corner lookin like a owner Talkin to the owner, yeah my price gone up All in the strip club, never get a boner Only get hard for doe, I'm homer, and you're a simpson and I'm a pimp son and she ain't comin to the crib til her friend come We gettin money over here you need to get some Out comes the cold steel for my income [Juelz Santana] Out comes the cold steel for my victims Born alone, die alone, but you could die with em Cars white and sexy like Nicole Kidman Bad chick by my side, video vixen Might fly to L.A. just to shop at Kitson Thousand dollar hoodies I'm pickin up about 15 That's about 15 thousand I'm trickin zero on bitches Zero Zavosky crystals, great china wall My money run longer than the great china wall And my pockets is mediterranean sea deep So keep plottin and prayin to get me Come on [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania