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So Little
What's your

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

See, that's what don't understand
To me it was always get or die
I come up Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know what I mean I'm junior
all I know, that's all I ever knew
Get money or get
You what I'm saying and I feel that way for real

So hard I go I keep
The game's so crazy I'm in it like pussy
I got chip from to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played
Dwayne absent keep looking
I'm present on the block, I'm a on the block
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 hachoo
got the shivers, mayne I got the fever
I got to bring the back after Katrina
F. Baby now the F is for Fema
Sick nigga I spit that Leukemia
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

And that's my point right there
what 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 ain't
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you
So, is your music considered the of
Urban or America period
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, this shit, nigga, pump my shit
You gotta bang that wimp and go and that bitch
You gotta claim that and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim that and straight bust that shit
motherfuck them niggas what they wanna do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, Rambo
with the boy, baby, that's a cambo
If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap

I'm willing and I'm able to run up in your stable
Like nobody make a sound, "Where the Where the paper?"
Gotta get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma it
Then it's back to doing any damn just to get it
The be like 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 where everybody get me wrong at
You know what I mean I got heat rock, for real
Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of music?
That's because they ain't got heat rock like me
You know I mean
They ain't spitting like me, they
But, know what I mean, they got colds
I got the flu over man, for real
I relief, y'all help me, for real
I know y'all sick of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for

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

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

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