We don’t get rid of Q,
I’m up early in the morning, and I’m dressed in black.
Leave em the same place they find him there.
More guns than a pawn shop,
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
While I sold mine.
Like a bad crape, it’s locking up in no time.
Yeah… I have a dream to be your worst nightmare,
Nigga what finger f**k you whole squad.
So this shit you might never see again.
You treat me like Shaq,
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes.
I think we got a problem
Huh? Got the audacity to call me a liar.
We get rid of fools.
It cost a ball dogg,
Tied trapping, shit sent me to prison,
And I feel like mlk
I smell gun powder,
Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid.
Case paradise and I ain’t talking about Coolio.
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob,
And we ain’t trying to see the pen,
They said I couldn’t play football I was too small.
And if I’m not careful,
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Yeah imagine this,
Heavy on the? and even harder on the women.
More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio,
Yayo, Yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa
Million dollor status, fully automatic.
[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
This, this is classic,
And I say I must be the hottest if it isnt you.
Oh, just a spare tire.
And you Kobe but I didn’t say you owe me nigga.
Got mad and went to savage so homocide came to visit.
I’m a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes.
Putting food on the table like it’s dinner time.
[Verse 4: Trick Daddy]
No imagine that.
People taking pictures and they really getting fragrant.
They say I could’ntplay baseball at all.
Especially when the players on your team,
I’m like how the f**k I’m gonna get outta there.
And now everyday of my life I ball.
And this is what you call sterotyping about?
Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool.
(feat. Lil Wayne, Trick Daddy, Young Jeezy)
Let you raid tax on them packs if you didn’t know
Pops, my papai, has already hear me.
(I don’t ask them baby I just tax em baby)
You niggas talked blow,
New coop, no top, big tennis shoes.
Or your dun-dolla.
Big business minus the business suit.
Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffing my car?
And we taxin, you don’t want it nigga leave it then.
So you got one hour to come up with every damn dollar,
I’m getting money, and my swaging and black flagging.
And I seem really patient, picture the equation.
In the casa just to lay-low.
Got my whole arm rocked.
And we taxin, you don’t want it nigga leave it then,
But act like you know me nigga.
I probably would pimpin and shit.
Big money in this bitch if you didn’t knew.
Yhey say I could’ntplay basketball I wasn’t tall.
Consider you as the ball hog.
And I’m a winner if I make it cross the finshline,
I remember when I used to pray for this.
Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong spot.
So what you got in your trunk?
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
3.2 but I just did it for the kids.
Forty around spending doe, flipping for my?
Need a blowjob my model, get a model for the job.
Can’t lie, still addicted to the odor
This is a luxury tax.
Gave me my sack like, goodluck getting back.
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
If it wasn’t for reverend,
Like a needle in a hay stack we ain’t trying to see the pen.
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black.
But still thinking Coke-Cola.
Yeah… You gotta pay for this,
While your half ass looking at my pants sagging,
And now meet the boss of the cartel.
And they say it ain’t raining until someone assassinate,
Even I look in the mirror like is it you,
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
Flags down my spaceship, sergeant searching for a fragrance.