here all strange and shit 'Cause I'm on the corner Shit they on the corner, they do what they wanna do Shit I'ma do what the fuck I wanna do My brother
ridin' or tellin' if you ride then you ride forever Born the son of a straight killa, raised by a strong woman I'll ride for my homies, so, can a nigga get a bond Or do
do, lil' buddy, this could get ugly Trust me, 'cause this is All I do, before I explode, I give you my ode In the summer, rain, fall or cold Spittin
yours truly While they emulating shit they saw in the Art Of War movie But I'm the writer of Sun Tzu, so whatever son do I do better, more lyrics, way
got much love My boy baby, I know you got much love Ya fat, I know you got much love Lil' slim, I know you got much love My boy mike, I know you got
nigga, You started this shit, now i'ma finish it off bitch Verse three: {yella boy} Now we been gone too long true or false right or wrong And I know
play my wit a ghetto pass I ain't havin' that grab my strap, I got to do something Fresh out but a nigga got to do something And I'm a baby boy with
be feelin' what I'm revealin' Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the same time make a million Vibrate love an' happiness in this ghetto maze Hate us playaz
actors don't care if you're married or bachelor she make a Southern boy proud to his toes quickly forgettin not lovin them hoes she get money like Lil Kim, Biggie and Lil
BLOCK UP! [Verse 3: Master P] Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies Lou Vaton Airbags
in the city where the grass is green and the palm trees lean been ballin' shot callin' since 83 I know the mothaphukin' industry ain't ready for me or these ghetto
that's for sure Come on, they got me, platinum in da ghetto I'm tryin' to give back to the hood And you see Billy Cook and Lil'ke tryin' to do somethin
Killer, huh Calling Lil' Wayne (Wayne) A killer What? What? Killer What? What? Check Hold up, you now under the deep cover of the lil' slugger Callin
couldn't, The Lord saved him Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated Found his body like a month later, Rest in Peace boy He was a East boy,
to get under the cheddar Don't try to end it or you wouldn't get better CHORUS: LIL WAYNE:Here I come star rapper I get the fast money Short cute hot boy
to much or polk but im a fucking bull real talk, I like them red shorts, but I swear I love them tight pants, and when u do that lil dance on that mic
separate bloods Now when you ride Ready to die who you with Yo' real family or some niggas you fool with Now on you' side, do you really have love Boy
drama about What I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak out I'ma either get him in or outside of his house People gone say "Lord, lil one died