Yeah...Yeah

Check me out man..Yeah



[Lil Wayne]

Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers

Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up

We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless

And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous

Shit I guess I ain't it

You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay

where the worms stay

I spit it for my nigga's sake

I spit it for myself a long time ago

Got a few houses, few whips, few condos

I'm so straight I'm pointin

The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment

Baby boy the president now

Shit you gotta make an appointment

Two record labels

You should come join 'em

Do check the label

And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table



[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami

I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it

I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it

Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami

I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it

I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up



[Birdman]

Yeah...

Nigga playin, doing about 180

Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade

Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky

G4 whenever, fly in any weather

Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers

Million on the floor

Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow

And don't think about the past

A little water came, now we floatin on everything

Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin

Niggaz puttin it in for the change

So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on

I'm on the side with that bling

And outside, got them thangs

Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes



[Chorus]



[Lil Wayne]

Naw, don't fuck with that dogg

Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off

And I'm coming back hard

Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off

I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it

With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it

Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty

And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci



[Birdman]

Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty

Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound

Duffle bag full of cash when I come around

The lil' homie got the game so I put him down

Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown

Like father like son, got it off the mound

Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds

Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns



[Chorus]



[Birdman (over chorus)]

Yeah nigga,

Un-fuckin-believable

I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga

You know, they mouth like they ass

Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me

Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga

And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me

Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back

Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas

Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world