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So Wayne
What's motivation?

Is really a question?
Do you really have written down in your notepad
You should be ashamed of
You smell me,
I smell money

See, that's what they don't
To me it was get money or die
I up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know I mean I'm stunner junior
Tha's all I know, that's all I ever
Get or get nothing
You know what I'm and I feel that way for real

So I go I keep pushing
The game's so crazy I'm in it like pussy
I got chip from to get the whole cookie
to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie
Dwayne Carter absent keep
I'm on the block, I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright like on the watch
Yeah nigga, I done dropped one on the watch

So watch and see I do
by you so fast, got you sneezing hachoo
They got the shivers, I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for
Sick nigga I spit that Leukemia
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

And that's just my point right
That's I'm always trying to stress, you know what I'm saying
If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me then you real
In my eyes, and all that count to me you know
So, is your considered the voice of
Urban America or America
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family, that's who I
My hommies, my girl, my life, you

C'mon, bang shit, nigga, pump my shit
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump bitch
You claim that strip and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that
motherfuck them niggas what they wanna do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black
Fucking the boy, baby, that's a cambo
If he won in leave him on the crap table

I'm willing and I'm to come run up in your stable
Like make a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
Gotta get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma it
Then it's back to doing any thing just to get it
The re-ups be birthday parties
No room to park the cars in the
So outside the cribs all you see is the
If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I foreign
me

And see where everybody get me wrong at
You know what I mean I got that rock, for real
Why do you think other rappers lack the of your music?
That's because ain't got that heat rock like me
You know what I
They ain't spitting me, they spitting
But, what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over here man, for
I need relief, y'all me, for real
I know y'all of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real

And based on the bank, I'm doing much
Than a lot of these niggas, I'm of these niggas
when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking back and passing, they catch 'em in sternum
Ooh, that gone probably burn ya, that gone probably ya
To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever come around no more
Rich gangsters here, you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just ride my hoe, yeah yeah

And 'em 'bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em my last show
Tell 'em 'bout my hoe
You just born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back,
I'm in my niggas falling back
That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, as crack
me

And that's just what it is,
If you don't like my shit then you and your shit, man, straight up
how I was tough, that's how I was brought up
And how I'ma go down, man, for real
Cash-money, young-money in your throat bitch
Swallow
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