foe Yo, you ain't offendin' me It ain't like you the first son of the Kennedy Or even in a mallway, you can *** for me But all until you talk you don't
flow so loco On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though I be on it, I be on it, y'all cats don't really want it Y'all don't want it, y'all just fronting
guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it
crawl? Don't stop Well, we do it with no breaks at all, don't stop Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
-el-el-el Hey, my first floor stuck Wanna golddigga woman Money cash flow all big faced honies Fighting on the floor, got them b-boys running Shorty got both broke can?t
m my CEO, you can't fire me, bitch [Lil' Flip - talking] haha that's what I've said nigga This how we do it, we sing for the moment We don't know how
watered Down cherry coke for an extra 25 cents. I don't want it. I don't want that much organziation in my life. I don't want other people thinking for
you... Stop hatin Playing Hard I got a loaded body gaurd Don't make a move You glock then pop Uffie's gonna make the shit rock Like Dough Dough I like Boys
Minaj Talking] Waddup New Orleans? What you want me to do, weezy? [Lil Wayne Talking] Get em, baby! [Nicki Minaj Talking] Alright daddy [Lil Wayne Talking
't laughin... Chorus I'm gon be here after the smoke dye down, Insomnia style I won't lye down, Fight the good fight don't need no help, Keep your hands
stop look and listen For tryin' ta follow tha big body empala Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla verse 4: Lil Wayne Now tell me what
deals I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why I just popped up eatin breakfast askin why (Big Moe) Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah its them boys
through the gates There's an uprising at Guantanamo Bay You don't know what you've got till it's gone So embrace your freedom, don't ever let go There
wit these and talkin' Fuck it, I'll still buck 'em and gamble wit my freedom These niggas gon' learn to respect the P-Dub I don't take no shit off nobody
na, I make it off the beat Walk my rott off the leash right off the beach Talking shit I'ma big spinner so I don't really talk to much Got guns, really
don't really talk to much Got guns, really big ones, think rap softens us up See I love my fans but I don't love them haters I don't really like the fame
Don't try to sneak a peak in my book (? home at hose? ) , overdose the thoughts when he look The forbidden The hittin' zone that I'm hitting Don't play
