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So Little
What's your

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

See, that's what they don't
To me it was always get or die
I come up under Birdman the One Stunner
You know what I mean I'm stunner
all I know, that's all I ever knew
Get or get nothing
You know what I'm saying and I feel way for real

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

So watch and see I do
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing
They got the shivers, mayne I got the
I got to bring the hood back after
Weezy F. 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 point right
That's I'm always trying to stress, you know what I'm saying
If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me you ain't real
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you
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 this shit, nigga, pump my
You gotta bang that wimp and go and that bitch
You claim that strip and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that
Like motherfuck them niggas what wanna do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black
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 run up in your stable
Like nobody a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
Gotta get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma it
it's back to doing any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be 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, fuck it, I foreign
me

And see that's everybody get me wrong at
You know I mean I got that heat rock, for real
Why do you think rappers lack the impact of your music?
That's they ain't got that heat rock like me
You what I mean
They spitting like me, they spitting
But, know what I mean, ain't got colds
I got the flu over here man, for
I relief, y'all help 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 niggas
Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the
I'm cocking back and passing, they catch 'em in they
Ooh, that probably burn 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 ride with my hoe, yeah

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

And that's just 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 motherfucking throat bitch
slow
Weezy F. this interview is over, go to the next song