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So Wayne
What's your

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

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

So hard I go I 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 keep looking
I'm on the block, I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright like heaven on the
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, mayne I got the
I got to bring the hood back Katrina
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for
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
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 count to me you know
So, is your music considered the of
Urban or America period
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I for
And myself, you know I mean, my family, that's who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life, you

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

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 it, once I got it I'mma spend it
it's back to doing any damn thing just to get it
The be like birthday parties
No room to park the in the garages
So outside the cribs all you see is the
If I say it right, fuck it, I ain't foreign
me

And see where everybody get me wrong at
You know I mean 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 that heat rock me
You know I mean
They ain't spitting like me, they
But, what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over here man, for
I need relief, help me, for real
I know y'all sick of me 'cause I'm tired of 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 them make me stretch and pull the
I'm back and passing, they catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh, that gone probably ya, that gone probably learn ya
To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever come here no more
Rich gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke
I'm the God I ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just with my hoe, yeah yeah

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

And just what it is, nigga
If you don't like my 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 I'ma go down, man, for
Cash-money, young-money in your motherfucking bitch
Swallow
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the song