(feat. Fat Joe)



[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Young desperado straight out the grotto

I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow

Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino

Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano

It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know?

Nigga I been gettin' my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono

I ran the streets... check my bio

I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio

I'm fuckin' nuts... cashews

But I'm so DC like fat shoes

I skate away... like later dudes!

Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth

And just when it stopped... I made it move

Respect me nigga I'm a dog... no Asian food

I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit

And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga



[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'

And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit

My nigga... keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'

And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit

My nigga... 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that

You ain't really even 'bout all that

And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that

You ain't never been about all that... fall back



[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em

Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em

Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack

Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs

Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back whether raps or macks

Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!

Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies

And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me

Nigga... how you want it ??? coke or dog food?

My shit'll have you runnin' naked like an old school

And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me

Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin'

And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me

That 40 cal'll get you ???

This shit is funny to me

All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack!



[Chorus: Lil Wayne]



[Verse 3: Birdman]

I had 'em as lil' niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz

Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga

Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga

Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga

Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools

Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money

And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thang

Still gettin' money still spendin' change

We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday

And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'

Nigga... yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks

Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang

I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs

Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig

3rd Ward let me claim my fame

I put it down Uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat



[Chorus: Lil Wayne]