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So Little
What's your

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

See, that's they don't understand
To me it was get money or die
I come up under the Number One Stunner
You know 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 and I feel that way for real

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

So watch and see I do
Breeze by you so fast, got you hachoo
They got the shivers, mayne I got the
I got to bring the hood back Katrina
Weezy F. now the F is for Fema
Sick nigga bitch I that Leukemia
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

And that's just my point there
That's what I'm always trying to stress, you what I'm saying
If you don't me, if you don't feel me then you ain't real
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you
So, is your music the voice of
America or America period
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I 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 that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that
motherfuck them niggas what they wanna do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, Rambo
with the boy, baby, that's a cambo
If he won in Vegas him on the crap table

I'm willing and I'm to come run up in your stable
nobody make a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
Gotta get it, have it, once I got it I'mma spend it
Then it's back to doing any 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 foreign
me

And see that's where get me wrong at
You what I mean I got that heat rock, for real
Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of music?
That's because ain't got that heat rock like me
You what I mean
They ain't spitting like me, 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 know y'all sick of me 'cause I'm of y'all for real

And based on the bank, I'm doing better
Than a lot of these niggas, I'm tired of these
Yawning I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking 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 around here no
Rich over here, you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I should ride with the
But the boy so hood I just with my hoe, yeah yeah

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

And that's just what it is,
If you don't like my shit then fuck you and 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 bitch
slow
Weezy F. this interview is over, go to the next song