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So Wayne
What's your

Is really a question?
Do you really have that down in your notepad
You should be ashamed of
You smell me,
I smell like

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

So I go I keep pushing
The game's so crazy I'm in it deep pussy
I got chip trying to get the whole cookie
Used to make a dollars everytime I played hookie
Dwayne absent keep looking
I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the
Ice so bright heaven on the watch
Yeah nigga, I done dropped one eleven on the

So and see what I do
by you so fast, got you sneezing hachoo
They got the shivers, mayne I got the
I got to bring the back after Katrina
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for
Sick nigga I spit 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 to stress, you know what I'm saying
If you understand me, if you don't feel me then you ain't real
In my eyes, and that's all 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 'cause 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, my shit
You bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta that strip and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas what they wanna do I'm
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black
Fucking the boy, baby, that's a cambo
If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap

I'm willing and I'm to come run up in your stable
Like nobody a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
Gotta get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma it
Then it's back to any damn 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 say it right, fuck it, I ain't foreign
me

And see where everybody get me wrong at
You know what I mean I got that rock, for real
Why do you think other rappers lack the of your music?
That's because they got that heat rock like me
You know I mean
They spitting like me, they spitting
But, know what I mean, they got colds
I got the flu over 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 on the bank, I'm doing much 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 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 here no more
Rich gangsters over here, you die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I ride with my hoe, yeah yeah

And tell 'em Hollygrove
'em 'bout my last show
Tell 'em my last hoe
You know just born to
Call me Dione Sanders bring the back, yeah
I'm in my niggas falling back
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 fuck you and your shit, man, straight up
That's how I was tough, that's how I was up
And that's how I'ma go down, man, for
Cash-money, young-money in your motherfucking throat
Swallow
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