(feat. Baby, Lil' Wayne)



[Baby]

I'ma tell you once nigga I don't talk twice

If you get down bad wit me nigga you gone loose yo life

[?] and I'ma be a Uptown nigga fo life 

When I pull my pistol fuck you nigga yo mom ain't rise you right

Game tight, me and Lil Wheezy keep this rap shit tight

Gone be a boss balla all my fuckin life 

8 figga, million nigga and my game be tight

Can't loose my hundreds cause this rap to hot



[Lil' Wayne]

Wassup, Boss B.

You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me

You know I keep a "blucka-blucka"

Hit 'em all week

Give me the keys to the bubble

I'm on y'all street

And watch it go up in flames boy

Blow up tha game boy

Throw up my chain boy

Scream Cash Money and this is Lil Wayne boy

If you want talk you die quick in tha dark

We said we was gone ball till we fall it ain't my fault



[Baby]

Say Lil Wayne a nigga wanna offer me some real head

Say lil daddy I got to have this fuckin real head

Bad enough these white folks want to change tha game

From lil to big to make it easier for the feds

I don't sniff cause they know a nigga straight paid

I keep my money round that Nolia that's where tha fuck I play



[Lil' Wayne]

If you know me from bussen you know I love trouble

And if you know me from stuntin you know I love Bubble

And if you really know me you know I ride at night

I been thuggin since dry rice

Wodie I ain't right

I got my chopper in my trunk and my vest wit me

I'm bout to go scoop up Lil Derrick out that STP



[Smoked Outt Records Members]

All I know is hustle fuck bein loaded and broke

I like to ball in Seberban and drive a Lex Bubble

Fuck gettin 20 dollars, I rather shine

Ball till I fall, ride fly to I die

Half a thing going for five

Dog it's on, cut brick up sell in 18 zones

Better get yo hustle on do what you gotta 

Play with my feddie I'm commin at you with that chopper

All day, all night ridin or walkin

See when I spot you 50 shots you'll be my target

Kill everything around shouldn't been around my target

Bullets don't have no names niggas 

If you lame you better back up out tha game nigga



Tha diamonds "bling bling" they blind ya

Tryna stick me for my paper "click click" they found ya buried 

In tha million dollars, respect my whole click

Smoked Outt, we be tha shit

From 98 to 99 to 2006

I run wit Big Tymers 

Paper Chasers and Rap Rhymers

Big Tymers, 100 Thousand Dollars Car Driver

Rim Shiners, Fuck gettin my noise dirty 

Ya catch me survin

Watchin TV's in tha Seberban

It's real great, drinkin cristal by tha case

Etin steaks, scorin keys, and sells is great

I'm lovin that, Foot Locker and sports clubs I done brought

For tha hoes that you sayin you love I done hit that

And tha G's you sayin you makin I done been there and done that



We Smoked Outt Black

What you boys know bout that Beamer I got

99 sports car bullet proof drop top

Smasin dashin up yo block

You follow me look in the front

12 slugs on shine so you know I'm gone stunt

My whole click bout drama, nothin but real G's

From down south to over seas

All about makin G's

Nigga my click would out shine you any day

Start ballin outta control ever since I learned to flip that yay

Took tha advice from Lil [?] he said it's all about a dollar

Hooked up wit Da'Shawn now them hoes be wantin to holla