It's 50 Cent and S N double O P You don't want no Snoop and you don't want it wit me Every time I come around they like, "Oh no" I get to trippin' slap
ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's (Big Pimp) I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call hey lil fat daddy and I'm still fat now I'm pushin
bad, go hard In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard We 30 deep, we bleed
killing, still winning, we still Sheen'ing I'm Ricky Vaughn on the song, why you still swinging? Why you lil niggas still swinging? Got virgin tight flows still bleeding
dough, what's happenin' nigga? You just sold to that crackhead/ I'm buzzin' of that motherfuckin' 40 a gutt/ Is you gon' drop the fuckin' money lil'
for mine Until we get we it be out here on de grind [Daz] I wake up with the birds, early as fuck Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' bitches
My work schedule out on the block It's mash all night and grind all day No 401K for a hustler Just bleed the block and stack that paper M.O.B. when it
I?m a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn?t fair I?ma venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
shoulder from your head Get it right, I'm a soldier till I'm dead This kid in white with buttonholes inside that bled I'm pumping o's of lots of haze
[Lil' Wayne] Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp, Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp, Blood game muthafucka call me red alert, Young Carter kill in order
gold, all across the T O P And every hoe in my path done seen that I done fucked for free The pussy, I like to fuck it until it bleed 'Cause I aim to
[Lil' Wayne] So you say you ready to hustle, scuffle over a dollar, rumble over a bundle, ready to bust over 2 dolars, ready to die for 5, ready to ride
my lungs same nigga that a hit you set beat you son (4 real) you know me lil' shorty Meacita's son Lil' Wayne Nigga, Calleon, H-O-T, B-O-Y, U-P-T soldier
with the cheeze The boy that got the work, from half O's to Ki's They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze I bleed niggas' blocks and stab O's and G'
fat ass bullets be rushing An' they gone rip you like tissue Stop the runnin' I'm gunnin' ain't no way they gone miss you M.O.B. dem my niggaz and when