Lil Wayne - What We Need lyrics

This is what we need, you decided this What you say..oooo (x4) Gla**es malone: G malone, Still on the block with it, Just posted, my steel got some rounds in it. Case haters make a problem and i gotta solve it, Belly leaned against the curtain like an alcoholic. k** bill was still kicking like lucy lu, And watch my Lil homies hustle like i used to do. Heard they mad i got crips calling troops with rules. What they all turning gang y'all be used to ?? here to stay your cake leaves 6 summers your baby mama already want the dick from em and your sister calling me her little bust it baby. While your teenage daughter steals my post for fame so crazy, haters scared to start me up you can't fade me, your clippas ain't sharp enough Ain't another rapper breathing, Its smart and tough So any dummy tryna learn me better smartin up. Chorus This is what we need, you decided this What you say..oooooo (x4) Lil Wayne : Come on, Call me Weezy baby, (yeah) hands up, tick waven. Hey now, lay down like a n***a put a bed down. Sleep tight, die in a dirt cheap life. Suit, tuck, tie, and the shirt speech nice, I blump some throats, trucker bloke (go on) Where we at daddy, guns and coke. home, the quiter we smoke the rise provoke (bom) All them busters allow me suffer-in Show em not to ever f** around with the f**ers-and Stop looking up the mountain above ya HAve you looking under cars, inspecting mufflers you know Thats reality baby, check your calendar Every days a new day and this can be the last one (yeah) So you better make it pay off or make a n***a scratch a day off. (Weezy) Chorus (x4) Look baby its g's ova here, Cheese over here. pa** them lames tryna holla at ya. You come and ride with a thug, i'm fly as a dove Switching lanes, tossing dollars at ya. Ain't you tired of them fakes, who lie about the cake you can tell them dudes probably actors But me and wayne got an addiction One of em trippin be the one either ones happenin Now getting back to the gutter, Back to the corner Back to the grimey sh** I mean i'm back at the bu*ter Back filling quotas Back tryna find the brick I heard you 21 again, connects getting hit and want us to make ammends But really i ain't trippin hommie know i make an end Cuase my rip game is funny sh** don't make a twin n***a. Chorus (X4)