(Intro)
I mean it's simple
Can't f** wit us
[Verse 1 : 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 don't f** with me
And I don't like to curse in church
And my girl' p**y taste just like Mrs. bu*terworth's
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 yall n***as, except my n***as
These n***as hustling backwards
Check ya rear-view mirror and your side mirrors
OG kush keep my mind clearer
That choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas 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 ho 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 yea, and don't f** with me, you know I'm Gotti
Check yourself before I sign it
Yea, I'm shinin on these n***as, no horizon
Yea, and it's going 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 profiling, 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
Yea, I'm bout to buy a machinegun
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-arming these n***as, roll my sleeves up, yea
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 getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room, full of flat lines
I'm Tunechi Lee immortal
My name ringing, 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
Ain't nothing 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
[Verse 2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you n***a to America 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 10 and be doing 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 ho
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 ho up
And don't buck shawty listen, you don't really know us
We a 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 every day in the feds
I was chillin on the yard, really going hard
And these p**y n***as catchin' feelings over broads
King p**y n***a but I'm really like a god
A town n***a, bank head I'm about it
Everybody know "to f** with me cuz I got it"