crusher tek's, ak's, i leave the scene ugly chest head face, arm leg stomach i never been afraid, i aint scared of nothing cause i got my thang, my thang, my
Wayne, set set And I grip techs, leave em waterbed wet And I know just where to put these hollowtips His chest, his chest, his chest Aiyo I take on
my passion But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion What are you asking? If I don't have the answer It's probably on the web, like
s gone Damn, it's a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain How the ice slammed (??) Rammin' your dame That's because she ran into the game Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne Come on! (Hook [Lil
Her Girl One Party time Excellent Yeah Wayne's World, Campbell's Soup On The Wrist Just Call Me Earl Lil Ma Don't Shoot 'em Ya Heard, I Get High My Words
is leather Lil maw twist to get my life together Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we night together Cut! [chorus] [verse] Throw my weight like Sherman Klump I gotta hold up my
nigga head on the block aright It's enemy turf that I'm on So I'm a play it how it go Cock the hollow points And tote my black calico My lil' brother
iron rain (riiing) ring bang bang wit my gang man know how to sling 'caine whoa i can maintain bang bang cross my chest bang bang you cross ya chest, toss ya chest
Party Time, Excellent Yeah Wayne's World, Campbell's Soup All On The Wrist Just Call Me Earl Lil Ma Don't Shoot 'em Ya Heard, I Get High My Words Slur
a blunt, and a glock, and a bag of rocks Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga [Lil Wayne] Better pay attention
blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we Tha whole CMR, CMR family [Lil' Wayne] Look, it's little rhymecholy Legendary
my Shit hollerin' You softer than nalin. Oops I meant Nylon Perfection is the goal. And I'm heading to The pylon. Crown fit me good. I ain't even got ta try on. My
beating on my chest Young Money Cash Money, and Im eating all the rest nigga no offense, sorry if your offended, riding high like Im on 54 inches, man
a nigga block fry again Go ta jail and do life, not five ta ten Me, Lil' Mario and Toolie, that's my man, fam My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude Van
on my shoulders Cuz the devil seent the rest Right on it through his binge's and Then poisinous Syringe's Beaten on my mama kicked the doors of the hinges
say Lil' Wayne dem hotboy he will bust dem heads Him calls on his gun and all dem bloody bodies dead dem...dem...really shouldn't try Lil' Wayne 'cause
go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my cuz that's my [Lil Wayne] Spot 101 the hottest nigga i come from another
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