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So Little
What's motivation?

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

See, that's they don't understand
To me it was always get or die
I come up under Birdman the Number One
You know what I mean I'm stunner
all I know, that's all I ever knew
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 from trying to get the whole cookie
to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie
Dwayne Carter absent keep
I'm present on the block, I'm a on the block
Ice so like heaven on the watch
Yeah nigga, I done one eleven on the watch

So watch and see I do
Breeze by you so fast, got you 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 bitch I spit Leukemia
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

And that's just my right there
That's what I'm always trying to stress, you know I'm saying
If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me then you ain't
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you
So, is your music the voice of
Urban America or period
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 wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and that bitch
You gotta aim shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas what they wanna do I'm
Campbell, no homo, black Rambo
Fucking with the boy, baby, that's a
If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap

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

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

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

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

And that's just what it is,
If you don't my shit then fuck you and your shit, man, straight up
That's how I was tough, how I was brought up
And how I'ma go down, man, for real
Cash-money, young-money in your motherfucking bitch
Swallow
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the song