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[Intro - Mystikal] I'm a political refugee That's how the f*ck I felt [Hook - Birdman] Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint Nine for the thunder Throw a couple of hundreds Fishing on the fishtail With big money, cash money everywhere High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real n*gga from the start Head hunting, price on a n*gga tab Hit 'em up for playing with a n*gga mail [Verse 1 - Mystikal] Say I'm better than Beethoven To the beat that I rap over Stay outta that medicine cabinet Yeah, that what they told me Giving us piss tests, cause we stay rolling And know a n*gga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loaded They penalize us, tryna slow us down They constantly f*cking us up That's why we're buck wild Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo When you know you wanna f*ck my woman and eat my barbecue How the f*ck you wanna watch my house But don't wanna live on my street The ape man taught Tarzan - how the f*ck you better than me? Rap, I run that rock, and got a jump shot Who we got that black wife up in that White House I took my lick and didn't sell out I was in the bing, I didn't bail out Hoping motherf*cker run and fail out Back to the top from the jail house N*gga, lace 'em up, tie ya shoe Catch a cut, you know what pressure do [Hook - Birdman] Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint Nine for the thunder Throw a couple of hundreds Fishing on the fishtail With big money, cash money everywhere High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real n*gga from the start Head hunting, price on a n*gga tab Hit 'em up for playing with a n*gga mail [Verse 2 - Mystikal] Who out chea f*cking with me, huh? Tell me that I'm 'bout to drop that sh*t, where my Pamper at? Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at You done made that f*cking bay You done built this f*cking castle Buckwheat and his friend Alfalfa Couldn't do nothing with this little rascal I wonder licking retarded Yeah n*gga what the hell Talking baby business, yeah Yeah b*tch, dumb sh*t Don't be f*cking with me Cause you won't get off easy I feel just like Drew Brees When they kick off football season How I cut the ref, you can't stop from bleeding Rappers betta leave me alone If they gon' keep on breathing Now keep on starving and I'ma gonna keep on eating And you keep on sucking, and I'ma keep on skeeting N*gga, you gon' be the one bussing or be the one fleeing N*gga better keep on trucking You don't want no f*cking trouble this evening [Hook - Birdman] Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint Nine for the thunder Throw a couple of hundreds Fishing on the fishtail With big money, cash money everywhere High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real n*gga from the start Head hunting, price on a n*gga tab Hit 'em up for playing with a n*gga mail [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Uh, ain't it crazy how sh*t be That's why I flush it I got the Tommy gun with the drum That's percussion I just popped a couple pain pills, self destruction I made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing I pistol whip you b*tch, knock her out Robitussin Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion Rep, that muthaf*cking red flag like a Russian Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a thrasher We kissed, I lit her ass up, then I ashed her No hard feelings, no card dealing, but I shuffle my queen Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car My Mary in a jar I'm food, I let the haters add a little salt That's cool, I do it for all the n*ggas that try And all the b*tches I've f*cked, and all my n*ggas that died Tunechi [Hook - Birdman] Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint Nine for the thunder Throw a couple of hundreds Fishing on the fishtail With big money, cash money everywhere High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real n*gga from the start Head hunting, price on a n*gga tab Hit 'em up for playing with a n*gga mail |