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[Lil Wayne]
I strike a load you get served I ain`t to be joked with Fake Buster get smoked with, you provoke it I explode it, unload it, reload it, unload again and Put another clip in, 50 Shots to win I can`t lose its Impossible Plus I got a Chopper 50 Shots bout to be droppin` you I be bout straight hittin` the beef kicker the set then Leave the set and leave a beef kicker wet Jet off the scene with the Uptown Fighters Red Dot Sighers, all week Night Flighters I`ma get `cha when ya least expect it Cock the Glock check it, a Vase can`t protect it boy Is ya ready? I leave yo set wetty Slugs flyin` high got ya body real heavy Ya can`t move, ya got bucked now ya stuck Left wet on the set, tell yo boys to pick ya up Out cold, head swole, eyes drove I know Fa`sho you ain`t gone test me no more Yo block tore, yo Family in black clothes You got blowed, and in yo chest is many holes This goes, A Lot of rounds of Ammo I show how Uptown Niggas drove Ya fake boy, me and my niggas did it to ya Automatic, Black Chopper Trigger Pullers That`s how we be, loadin` clips then release Eight deep, in the 300 E, leather seats, and in the trunk atiliary Up the street, where I score shoul ain`t for me The B.G. that`s the name I go by Test me? You die ask Kangol bout it Hide Out, if ya clip slide out, Ride Out Yo block bout to die out Move yo People I`m burnin` down the whole street The Night Creepers, bout to heat our enemy Lights Off, Mask On Creep Silent Life`s gone we don`t left yo block quiet Retaliate wait, know you not boy Cause I`m a Hot Boy, Nine-Milli Cock Boy Chopper gunnin` you scared, you see us runnin` Start movin` me and Juvey when we comin` [Juvenile] In yo lap yo brain sit, got a Chopper splittin` through bricks A you Black Crucifix, up in the dirt I be knockin` dicks Smooth and Beretically, my pocket rockin` to Six Figures I`m polverizin` niggas pullin` K-F`s with two triggers On my body theres a side of me It only come out at night though Them Demons got me on a flight Duck Tape`N and takin` life, or even worse It could be Three O`clock, on a Sunday by Church Yo brains I`ma have to burst You shouldn`t have fucked with me first Gettin` full of some Malcolm, Adams Apple I scalp `em Got Richard Penatin callin` for National Guards to come help him Very seldom when ya see, when you do what do you do? Bust back, better be a head shot, if not then it`s through I`m comin` around the corner bout to pull a Meatball on ya Fully dressed like a hoe, and in my purse is a Calico Me and Lil Turk if you heard of a merger on a murder 50 G`z on his head, what the fuck did you say? 50 G`z Fa`sho that nigga live next door Call the man, give him a rang, left the sucker change Look I fuck with that rap shit, but acts a donkey on the low A Hot Boy representin` this bitch like Black and Moe [Turk] I start to poppin` niggas start to droppin` I`m havin` fatal thoughts I think I`m fuckin` Shell Shockin` Niggas bangin` Four, Five rangin` in my ear I`m not scared, cause I`m Soldier, and Soldiers have no fuckin` fear In my sleep at night, I`m seein` war fights Wakin` up thinkin` a nigga took my fuckin` life Unnecessary shit, mind clickin` like a light switch Who picked you up on any nigga or any bitch Don`t give a fuck, steady bangin` in dodgin` camoflaguin` With my Mack- Elivin` , Hot Boy$, that whole Ca$h Money Click Don`t fuck with, unless we known to get in yo shit I`m Shell Shock bitch, only thing on my mind Kill a nigga with that fuckin` Chrome-9 Don`t have time for them dog hoes Goin` through a stage with that Chopper and that 4-4 [Juvenile] What`s this shit I hear about you boys Partners-N-Crime You think you U.N.L.V. punished you bitches the last time Now you gonna shine, let me put somethin` on yo mind Look I was born in this bitch for taken hits, and protectin` shit Its a Fa`sho thing, I`ma bring drama or I`ma wet `cha Ya bests be bout ya Issue, if not God bless ya What make you think 2-2-6 wasn`t strong? That`s what we do, you wrong They both com and they gone Off Toppers, I`ma deal with you and yo Partners T.C. , L.D. , Willard Street with Choppers Drama is the need for Ca$h, we play it right though I`m comin` to get a nigga ass, like I`m them white folks Look, better be bout it, if not better be rowdy It`s all in yo mind ha?, You gone shine, ha I doubt it
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