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So Wayne
What's your

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

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

So I go I keep pushing
The so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip from to get the whole cookie
to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie
Dwayne Carter keep looking
I'm on the block, I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright heaven on the watch
Yeah nigga, I done dropped one on the watch

So watch and see I do
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing
They got the shivers, I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back Katrina
F. Baby now the F is for Fema
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
what I'm always trying to stress, you know what 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 music considered the voice of
Urban America or America
I mean, I say the voice of the hood 'cause 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 shit, nigga, pump my shit
You bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta that strip and go and flood that bitch
You aim that shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas they wanna do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, Rambo
with the boy, baby, that's a cambo
If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap

I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your
Like nobody make a sound, "Where the paper? the paper?"
Gotta get it, gotta have it, 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 room to the cars in the garages
So outside the all you see is the roggies
If I ain't say it right, it, I ain't foreign
me

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

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

And 'em 'bout Hollygrove
'em 'bout my last show
Tell 'em 'bout my hoe
You know just born to
Call me Dione Sanders the corner 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, that's how I was up
And how I'ma go down, man, for real
Cash-money, young-money in motherfucking throat bitch
slow
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