Gudda Gudda - Murder Murder, Steel Steel lyrics

Lil Wayne & T-Streets Talking: Yeah! n***a this the young god weezy baby what's ya name caddy? T-streets n***a My n***a streets telling me he need me & Gudda to eat a few n***as back up Murder Murder Steel Steel Uh-huuuh Holla at ya dude Call the coronor man the track has just been murded [Lil Wayne:] Check me out I, step up in this motherf**er chest up Only hot boy left up in this mother Other n***as slept up but I kept up n***as stepped down but I stepped up In this motherf**er Let the squad up in this motherf**er Keep the wildin up we tear that whole side up in this motherf**er South side up in this mothef**er, shouts fire outside uhhh You and ya guys could die up in this motherf**er Young southern motherf**er Weezy baby Slash raw tune not a cartoon send a harpoon through ya heart soon if you walk to Close to me, close shot, flow for mi me coast you Can't see my flow I practice notes with the ghost, no joke, I'm Realer than 16 days after 9/11 September 27th happy birthday weezy n***a [Gudda Gudda Talking:] Yeah, nigaa its Gudda Gudda All my street n***as stand up, all my Gudda n***as stand up Ima give it to yall like this GUDDA! Listen I aim the thunder squeeze at ya shoulders The chamber puff and breeze ya granola Anger or hunger, no he's just a soldier Gangsta Gudda, Gudda muhf**er What another muhf**er gon tell high yella Slim cat, send em where ya brim at & trim that And at ya funeral, I don't why they sing this little light of mine, cause I dim that I'm on that stem that, weezy get from Cam & the Dip-Mats Y'all can't get that, flowing off that sh** that Come out that fat booga sack now I'm in the back with the Mac like What chu lookin at ? f** it gotta quit that, neva that, rude cat, get back A cool presence but I'll merk any fool present Fool I'm the neighborhood news message & got you you n***as ahhh [Lil Wayne Talking:] Ye-eeah That's gudda! n***a I'm bout to burn this sh** back up Nahimsayin Hear ya boy out This the south, and who could give it to you like me Its been giving but you ain't hear it till ya like me So therefore they're who*es until they like me This sh** is hell boy, or what it might be I'm 90 proof hustler, 10% human Get the sh** gloomy, strip the strip boomin Get the script screwed in Nina Ross get the clip screwed in, get ya clique screwed up Me & my clique screwed up like the screwed up clique Got the purple juice poured up the squad up sip Then a purple coupe pulled up like "squad up here" b**hes riding with n***as like "let me outta here" My flow is very outta here Listen ma, I know I say I get us here But look dear ya baby boy went and got a year Now I have not a fear f** y'all Gudda comeback [Gudda Gudda Talking:] Man y'all don't want that troule man, that was trouble right there & y'all don't want that lemme give it to y'all one more time Gudda! I move with the tool on my waistline Shoes on the gray 5 Blues any fool tryna take mines Been a fool since I was yay high Stay high puffin Hershey, eyes yay high Mami wanna ride you gotta mace mines I mean put ya f**in face by my waistline Gudda going hard at a b**h I don't waste time I'm from the state line where n***as get they cake like a baked pie It's the city where the blocks is burnin, rocks and burners The sh** that keep ya pockets splurgin Its Gudda Gudda watch the wheels when the drop is turnin Like my wrist a lot of ice when the watch is turnin Not concerned with dope fiends who's pockets hurtin Squad up when we drop sh**s locked for certain [Lil Wayne Talking:] sh**s locked man Click clack man They say I'm too young, to know about the sh** that I be talkin about Man that's the sh** I be talkin about But f** the world and what they talkin about If they ain't talkin bout this, then they ain't talkin bout sh** Listen I gotta, quarter of block, I stretch it let it harden & rock Then show the hood what a bargain about, f** I got shop I call it stock Not on wall street I put the sh** on y'all street now y'all feast Yo word to the highest above If so happen my raps don't fly I flip pies & such Use my school knowledge mix science withd** & I'm smart enough to know I'ma die as a thug n***a life's nothing but getting high off the bud, cause after that I feel like I could just die in love For the streets I got dying love, 2 teardrops I'm crying for all my dying thugs Embrace my pistol with bear-lion hugshugs, keep trying you lie in blood Man n***a I breath iron man m-my heart pump lion blood And when I roar I grow wings and fly high above Birdman, Junior in the skies above The turbulance in the air make my tires rubs I'm bout to drop down, Fee line me up Perfect landing like (whistle noise) "Hi, wa**up?"