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So Little
What's your

Is that really a
Do you really have that written down in your
You be ashamed of yourself
You smell me,
I like money

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

So hard I go I keep
The game's so crazy I'm in it like pussy
I got chip from trying to get the cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played
Dwayne Carter keep looking
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 sneezing
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 nigga bitch I spit that
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

And just my point right there
That's what I'm always trying to stress, you 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 count to me you know
So, is your music the voice of
Urban America or period
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 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, my shit
You gotta bang that and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that
You gotta aim shit and straight bust that shit
motherfuck them niggas what they wanna do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black
Fucking the boy, baby, that's a cambo
If he won in Vegas leave him on the table

I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in stable
Like make a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
Gotta get it, gotta it, once I got it I'mma spend it
Then back to doing any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be birthday parties
No room to park the in the garages
So outside the all you see is the roggies
If I say it right, fuck it, I ain't foreign
me

And see that's where everybody get me at
You know what I mean I got that heat rock, for
Why do you think rappers lack the impact of your music?
That's because they ain't got that 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 here man, for real
I relief, y'all help me, for real
I y'all sick of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real

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

And tell 'em 'bout
Tell 'em my last show
Tell 'em my last hoe
You know born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the back, yeah
I'm in my prime 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 shit fuck you and your shit, man, straight up
That's how I was tough, how I was brought up
And how I'ma go down, man, for real
Cash-money, young-money in your motherfucking throat
Swallow
Weezy F. this interview is over, go to the next song