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(Intro)
I it's simple
Can't wit us

1 : Lil Wayne]
I got on yo head
I do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, I don't even the work
I pray these niggas don't fuck me
And I don't to curse in church
And my bitch' taste just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I mean that, that
be short with that work nigga
We find out where yo ho nigga
We follow your from church nigga
You gonna to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get'em
I don't really fuck with certain niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, my niggas
These hustling backwards
Check ya rear-view mirror and your side
OG kush keep my mind
choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas that's
Eat yo block up shrimp fried rice
Been so since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke dry ice
Better in yo lane or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me up and fly right
Still can't turn a ho into a
Man it's like things will never change
You got a shot in a gun range
These chumps even got chump change
Uh yea, and fuck with me, you know I'm Gotti
Check yourself I sign it
Yea, I'm shinin on these niggas, no
Yea, and it's down if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new bitch is so
Money talks, yours no comment
car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle the Mojave
I get my work from Suave uh
It's a Rollie if I got time on my
You ever see me broke? on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry when it's
Had a in jail, that's a cellphone
Yea, I'm to buy a machinegun
We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look speed bumps
I'm sittin on some train
Hopin' bitch speed up
I'm strong-arming these niggas, roll my up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat
when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room, full of flat
I'm Tunechi Lee
My name ringing, my ringin, hello may I take yo order?
I say...
Testarossa testimony
Got so much built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all niggas in Swahili
Ain't nothing free round here but Willy,
Ak-47, call it Mr.
All my blood, fuck yo syringe
his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that for dinner

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you nigga to America
Every nigga round with me a tote
Sadity bitches a nigga Tune on the low
They be like 10 and be doing the most
Okay, in the jet flyin over the boat
I'm on the way the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you niggas make a year; I do with the blow
You keep on with me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The of a fuck nigga, we soon to see
These niggas sweet as to me
I mean really cartoon to me
nobody fuckin with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, green, in God we trust
Young Cash Money, they down with us
I got a bitch who yo bitch, you finna give the ho up
And don't buck shawty listen, you really know us
We a bust a nigga head, leave him layin for
I get caught with a banger, I'ma lay in the
In gen pop nigga day in the feds
I was chillin on the yard, really going
And pussy niggas catchin' feelings over broads
King pussy nigga but I'm really a god
A town nigga, bank I'm about it
Everybody know "to with me cuz I got it"