So Wayne your motivation?
Is that really a Do you really have written down in your notepad You be ashamed of yourself You me, girl I smell money
See, that's they don't understand To me it was get money or die I come up under Birdman the Number One You know what I mean I'm stunner Tha's all I know, all I ever knew Get money or get You know what I'm saying and I feel that way for
So I go I keep pushing The game's so I'm in it like deep pussy I got chip from trying to get the cookie Used to make a thousand dollars I played hookie Dwayne Carter absent keep I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the Ice so bright 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 sneezing got the shivers, mayne I got the fever I got to bring the hood after Katrina F. Baby now the F is for Fema 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 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 music considered the of Urban America or America I mean, I would say the voice of the 'cause thats who I speak for And myself, you know what I mean, my family, who I represent My hommies, my girl, my life, you
C'mon, bang this shit, nigga, pump my You gotta that wimp and go and dump that bitch You gotta claim that and go and flood that bitch You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that Like motherfuck them niggas what they do I'm ready Tevin Campbell, no homo, Rambo Fucking the boy, baby, that's a cambo If he won in leave him on the crap table
I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your Like nobody a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?" get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma spend it Then it's back to doing any thing just to get it The re-ups be birthday parties No to park the cars in the garages So outside the 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 I got that heat rock, for real Why do you other rappers lack the impact of your music? That's because they got that heat rock like me You what I mean ain't spitting like me, they spitting But, know what I mean, ain't got colds I got the flu over man, for real I need relief, y'all me, for real I know y'all sick of me I'm tired of y'all for real
And based on the bank, I'm much better Than a lot of these niggas, I'm tired of these Yawning when I see make me stretch and pull the burner I'm cocking back and passing, they 'em in they sternum Ooh, gone probably burn ya, that gone probably learn ya To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever come here 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 I just ride with my hoe, yeah yeah
And tell 'em Hollygrove Tell 'em my last show 'em 'bout my last hoe You know born to mack Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, I'm in my prime falling back That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as me
And that's just what it is, If you like my shit then fuck 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 motherfucking throat slow Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next