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[Lil Wayne:] Weezy F bitch, I'm tired of ya'll hatin'/ I know ya head hurtin', you Tylenol taking/ Motherfuckers I'm a man, just ask ya ol' lady/ Like a true gentleman, I'm after yo lady/ I'm a massacre waitin' to happen fuck all this rappin' boy/ I'll get the cap'n and leave u with holes like a napkin mane/ He gon need a napkin, no a band-aid, no a damn grave/ I am Rampage Jackson on a rampage step in my cage/ Picture on my page, print it in a best book/ Come up out my left pocket with a left hook/ Mama said knock ya out, money made me block ya out/ I got the game on lock, and I locked ya out/ My jewelry singin' like a opera house/ I bought that drop top 'Phantom of the Opera' out/ Get silly that's stupid man/ Never save a hoe she better ask Soulja Boy to superman/ YOU can bet when I say Polo down from head to feet/ Polo horses on my sheets, I get that from Pimp C/ Tall cup of DJ Screw, sittin' on a pint of Big Moe/ Sharper than a tac hoe, you can keep the tic toe/ Yea, red scarf on my neck/ Red diamonds lookin' like red barf on my neck/ Ugh Tell my 'B's, nigga 'SU WOOP'/ Cause I be with more 'B'(eans)s than JuJu/ Big bro, I'm a big dog/ And I don't mean fleas when I say I'm ticked off/ Nigga I don't never scratch/ And if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch/ Paper soldiers on some sketch that shit/ I'm a draw that pistol and make yo chest a tablet/ You are just a tad bit and I'm a whole lot/ Young Money motherfucker but the money so not/ [Gudda Gudda:] Sick with it hard body like Iron Mike/ My flow is C4 I drop bombs like dynamite/ Ya'll niggas is sweet, yeah sweet like Mike 'N' Ikes/ Bob Barker with the 'Vanna White' cause my 'Price is Right'/ Hit the club nigga, then I leave with two dikes tonight/ Let my niggas cut 'em up, then gon' get a slice tonight/ Niggas peep my wrist game, they can see my ice is right/ Blind everybody in this motherfucking spot tonight/ Superman, blowing on a Swisher full of krptonite/ Got the wolves with me, hear 'em holla in this bitch tonight/ Niggas say they hard body but I can't tell/ Nigga you can get your shit cracked like a crab shell/ You want war with the boy so be it/ We in all red like the fuckin' Soviet/ Army Rush a bitch nigga if he talkin' crazy/ Hit 'em in his left like have him walking crazy/ |