dudes this 1 pistol, 2 clips, i aim at lips Wayne that shit, shit on y'all Given to you from the guard I am the guard Yeaa, money on my mind, money money on
ma you tight you need to page a player That's so tonight you can taste a player I got the burner on the waist if you flinching My shit turning on 28-inches
On My Tennis The Land Of Da Murder Dope Crack And Syringes Pull Up On Ya In Da Coupe How Fat Is Ya Engine Neva Talk To Those That Sat On Dem Benches Boy
out the park And after the games over we gone meet up after dark [Chorus 2: repeat 2x (Sammie)] All my sweetie pies Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil
yall die. We all ride. Ey? pussy nigga you know you ain?t from the South. Verse 3: Yeaah. Block burners. Ey, I spend a bin, wit my thirty-six waist saggin. No smiles, on
left the block quiet Tell 'em lights off Mask on Creep silent Your life's gone We done left the block quiet Massacre all these streets block it off Lil' Wayne
the fuck up! fucking dogs barking and shit [Punk Ass Motherfucker] Don?t shoot! Don?t shoot! [gun shot] [The Game] fuck You Nigga! [Chorus: Lil? Wayne
nigga weezay said, we surrounded by ice Chorus (2x) (Lil Wayne) whoa whoa whoa Now im shinin baby glossin Big tymin stuntin and flossin Lamborghini sittin on
[Baby talking to Wayne] Ay Wayne I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right Ya feel me These niggaz out here picking bullshit over money nigga
Lil' Wayne] What what what What what what What what what Listen, listen When.. I come through.. bustin' Everybody on.. tha block be.. run-nin' Weezy Wayne
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Uhh, straight off the back I come straight off my back with a gun like I?m in Iraq And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and
teenage daughter Because this is the Carter, a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter Wayne in ya brain young Carter Wayne in ya brain young Carter [Lil Wayne
[Lil Wayne] 1st Verse Hard body motherfucker got the heart of a killer Young Guard in the buildin bout to start a religion Bout to
whole lot smarter Wayne in ya brain young Carter Wayne in ya brain young Carter I'm the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch I be high in the sky shit on you and
you dig? [chorus-Lil' Wayne] we stay high,on da 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!) on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis(badaaaat!) we stay high,on dat
) [Verse 1 "Lil wayne"] Yeah Straight off the corner Apple and Eagle Brave hard bitch like the times Im medieval Married to the block, Divorce the Cathedral
balling hard, I need a jersey on So much bread on me, I can buy a Jersey home I'm on them Diddy's, spending 'dirty money' I'm on that Jizzle, spending
through your block like a perm Look weak like sperm (Chorus) 2x Now check the whole block the whole block catch a fire I be the I be the block block on