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So Little
your motivation?

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

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 junior
Tha's all I know, all I ever knew
Get or get nothing
You know what I'm saying and I feel way for real

So I go I keep pushing
The game's so crazy I'm in it deep pussy
I got chip from trying to get the cookie
Used to make a thousand everytime I played hookie
Dwayne absent keep looking
I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the
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 after Katrina
F. Baby now the F is for Fema
Sick bitch I spit that Leukemia
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

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

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

I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in stable
Like nobody make a sound, "Where the Where the paper?"
get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma spend it
Then it's to doing any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be like birthday
No room to park the in the garages
So outside the all you see is the roggies
If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I ain't
me

And see that's where everybody get me at
You know what I mean I got heat rock, for real
Why do you think other rappers lack the of your music?
That's because they got that heat rock like me
You know what I
They spitting like 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 help me, for
I know y'all sick of me 'cause I'm of y'all for real

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

And 'em 'bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em 'bout my show
'em 'bout my last hoe
You know born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders 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 like my shit then fuck you and your shit, man, straight up
That's how I was tough, that's how I was up
And that's how go down, man, for real
Cash-money, in your motherfucking throat bitch
Swallow
Weezy F. Baby this is over, go to the next song