[Intro: DJ Drama]
I mean it's simple, you can't f** with us
[Lil Wayne]
I got money on yo head, I don't do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, I don't even touch the work
I pray these n***as dont f** with me and I don't like to curse in church
And my girl p**y, taste just like Mrs. bu*terworths
I mean that... believe that...
Don't be short with that work n***a, we find out where yo ho work n***a
We follow your moms from church n***a, you gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get 'em Tune! I don't really f** around with certain n***as, f** all y'all n***as except my n***as
These n***as hustlin' backwards, check ya rearview mirror and your side mirrors
OG kush keep my mind clearer, that chopper get yo mind right
I got two choppers, that's chopsticks, eat yo block up like shrimp-fried rice
Been so long since I seen my eyes white, you know I smoke like dry ice
Better stay in yo lane or get sideswiped, it's going down, let me straighten up and fly right
Still can't turn a hoe into a housewife, man it's like some things will never change
You ain't got a shot in a gun range, these chumps ain't even got chump change
Uh, yeah, and don't f** with me, you know I'm Gotti
Yeah, check yourself before I sign it
Yeah, I'm shinin' on these n***as, no horizon
Yeah, and it's goin' down if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so robotic
My new b**h is so provided, money talks, yours like no comment
Black car, racial profilin', rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like the Mojave, I get my work from Rico Suave
Uh, it's a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You ever see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good, I cry when it's gone
Had a phone in jail, that's a cellphone
Yeah, I'm bout to buy a machine gun
We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps
I'm sittin' on some train tracks, hopin' that b**h speed up
I'm strong-armin' these n***as, roll my sleeves up, yeah
I got bad b**hes on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a n***a fall back like he gettin' baptized
Put me in a hospital room, full of flat lines, I'm Tunechi Lee immortal
My name ringin', my name ringin', hello may I take yo order?
I say, testarossa over testimony
Got so much sh** built up you could smell it on me
f** all y'all n***as in Swahili, n***a
Aint nothin' +Free+ round here but +Willy+, n***a
AK-47, call it Mr. Biggs
All my n***as blood, f** yo syringe
Chop his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that sh** for dinner
Dedication
[T.I.]
Ay, ay
Hey let me introduce you n***a to America's most
Every n***a round with me carry a tote
Sadity b**hes like a n***a Tune on the low
They just be like ten and be doin' the most
Okay, Tune in the jet flyin' over the boat
I'm on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you n***as make a year, I could do with the blow
You keep on playin' with me, bet I'll put a few in you hoe
The fate of a f** n***a, we soon to see
These n***as sweet as perfume to me
I mean really like cartoon to me
Ain't nobody f**in with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we trust
Young Money, Cash Money, they down with us
I got a b**h who want yo b**h, you finna give the hoe up
And don't buck, shawty listen, you don't really know us
We bust a n***a head, leave him layin for dead
I get caught with a banger, I'ma lay in the feds
In gen pop, n***a everyday in the feds
I was chillin' on the yard, really goin' hard
And these p**y n***as catchin' feelings over broads
King p**y n***a but I'm really like a god
Hey, A-Town n***a, Bankhead I'm about it
Everybody know to f** with me cause I got it!