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So Wayne
your motivation?

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

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

So I go I keep pushing
The so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip trying to get the whole cookie
Used to a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie
Dwayne Carter absent keep
I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the
Ice so like heaven on the watch
Yeah nigga, I done dropped one eleven on the

So and see what I do
Breeze by you so fast, got you hachoo
got the shivers, mayne I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after
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 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 all that count to me you know
So, is music considered the voice of
Urban or America period
I mean, I say the voice of the hood '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 bang that wimp and go and dump bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that
Like motherfuck them niggas what they do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black
Fucking with the boy, baby, a cambo
If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap

I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your
Like nobody a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
Gotta get it, gotta have it, once I got it spend it
Then back to doing any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be like 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, fuck it, I ain't
me

And see that's where get me wrong at
You know what I I got that heat rock, for real
Why do you think other rappers lack the of your music?
That's because they ain't got heat rock like me
You know what I
They ain't spitting like me, spitting
But, know what I mean, they got colds
I got the flu here man, for real
I need relief, y'all me, for real
I y'all sick of me 'cause 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 these
Yawning when I see make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking back and passing, they 'em in they sternum
Ooh, that probably burn ya, that gone probably learn ya
To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever come around no more
Rich gangsters over here, you die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I should ride with the
But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe, yeah

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

And that's just it is, nigga
If you don't like my shit 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
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