Verse 1

Cory Gunz:

What you niggaz know 'bout this

I'ma get the spot jumpin' on some all-out shit

Making all my thug niggaz wanna call out shit

Snatch ya bitch and have ya on some fall-out shit

You lil' niggaz is targets

Too hard to figure who triggers he dodgin'

Call your sergeant, Weezy Baby cause an arson

Tell the fire marshall, call the squadron

Me, I'm quite alright, off from Dodgers

Pack your paper, bitch I went back for your pardon

I done hung with the brothers from Hollygrove come for the summer

Them shotties blow, bodies go from the numbers ya hear me

No sweat, to me this is easy

Cuz all the help, I squeeze it and please it

I reps New York, young, fly Sinatra

Yeah apply the hatin', I supply the docks now



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Cory Gunz:

Weezy F., you lines crack homie, I gotcha

You tryna get out without a scratch homie, I gotcha

Yep, and I shot ya

Yep, and I wrote ya

Yep, and we gotcha

Yep, now it's over

(Repeat)



Verse 2

Lil' Wayne:

I tell 'em get off my dick, you niggaz can't fuck with me

It's Lil' Wayne and company

You come at me wrong, just another R.I.P. song

One time equals three, Bubba Black be home

Matter fact, I'm on, whoever want it, come on

Come on, come on baby let's see bone tone

Bootleg, ya knuckle blade come outta ya leg

Have the whole block mad like you killed Cornbread

Fuck the feds, and you can tell 'em what I said

Fuck a rat, and you can smell 'em when they dead

I tell it like it is

We used to have to spend the whole day choppin' up and now we sell it like it is

We sell it out the fridge

We wrap 'em up in baby strollers, and I know a bitch with 17 kids

So fuck you ain't feelin' me

I'm a Cash Money Millionaire literally

Fuck y'all



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Verse 3

Cory Gunz & Lil' Wayne:

Cory Gunz:

It's like, when them rain clouds was above

You couldn't pay anybody to show a nigga love

But now I'm gettin' dug by the real juvenile thugs

On the Island with them toothbrushes comb'll stab slugs

The roughneck types call oxes, Deuce-Deuces

Don't know what the definition of truce is

To lose it nigga you stupid

I'm wit' a movement so ruthless the O.G.'s with stripes'll feel like they got blue shit

Lil' Wayne:

Yo Stunna, and I'm fuckin' with Gunna

I'm hot like I'm fuckin' the summer, or bun in a oven

Thou who cometh shall be punished

Dead, gone, run this

Up in this year, ay Young Co' I had to switch my image

Need to presidate the more folkers don't percentage

Him and his politicians, they got sentenced

Whoever in here not strapped they not with me, yeah



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