So Wayne your motivation?
Is that a question? Do you really have that written down in your You be ashamed of yourself You smell me, I like money
See, what they don't understand To me it was always get or die I come up Birdman the Number One Stunner You what I mean I'm stunner junior Tha's all I know, that's all I knew Get or get nothing You know what I'm saying and I that way for real
So hard I go I pushing The game's so crazy I'm in it like deep I got from trying to get the whole cookie to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie Dwayne Carter absent 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 eleven on the
So and see what I do Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing got the shivers, mayne I got the fever I got to bring the back after Katrina Weezy F. Baby now the F is for Sick nigga bitch I spit 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 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 your considered the voice of Urban America or America I mean, I would say the voice of the hood thats who I speak for And myself, you know what I mean, my family, that's who I My hommies, my girl, my life, you
C'mon, bang this shit, nigga, pump my You gotta bang wimp and go and dump that bitch You claim that strip and go and flood that bitch You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that Like them niggas what they wanna do I'm ready Campbell, no homo, black Rambo Fucking with the boy, baby, that's a If he won in leave him on the crap table
I'm willing and I'm to come 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 spend it Then it's back to any damn thing just to get it The re-ups be birthday parties No room to the cars in the garages So outside the cribs all you see is the If I ain't say it right, it, I ain't foreign me
And see that's everybody get me wrong at You know what I mean I got that heat rock, for Why do you other rappers lack the impact of your music? That's they ain't got that heat rock like me You know I mean They ain't spitting like me, they But, know what I mean, ain't got colds I got the flu here man, for real I need relief, y'all me, for real I know sick of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real
And based on the bank, I'm doing much Than a lot of these niggas, I'm tired of niggas Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the I'm back and passing, they catch 'em in they sternum Ooh, that probably burn ya, that gone probably learn ya To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, come around here no more Rich gangsters over here, you die with the broke bitch I'm the God I should with the Pope But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe, yeah
And 'em 'bout Hollygrove 'em 'bout my last show Tell 'em my last hoe You just 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 just what it is, nigga If you don't like my then fuck you and your shit, man, straight up how I was tough, that's how I was brought up And that's how go down, man, for real Cash-money, in your motherfucking throat bitch Swallow Weezy F. this interview is over, go to the next song