Lil Wayne
4 Minutes
[Intro: B.G.]
You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh
We drop classics n***a, uh-huh
Cash Money, c'mon, get at me n***a

[Verse 1: B.B.]
N***a thuggin, is in my blood and my genes
All the n***as I fuck with they bling bling
V.L. is my block my hood my set n***a
Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test n***a
Best be bout unloadin a Tec n***a
You better protect your head, fuck the chest n***a
I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can't trust 'em
I been cut-throatin n***as for a while now
I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots
Of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter
What the situation be
I'm bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T, n***a

[Break]
4 minutes left!
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Dis bitch off the hook, n***a never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak
N***as comin home tryin to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick
Them old side n***as, them new side n***as
Might get loaded but they do ride n***as
They second line, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpin' at Washington in Magnolia
They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki's
While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street
You representin? It better be M-A-G
Or n***as gon' get mad and, never let you leave
Where am I? 6th Street and Hadley
Willow Street, Robertson and T.C
It's on fire from the wars they cause
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge

[Break]
3 minutes left!

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yes, one-seven n***a, look
N***as step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrollton, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy
Prices, cheaper than the average ki's be
We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the hell? What is that I smell?
No it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum
Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we pass 'em; guns, we have 'em
We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds
.44's, semi-automatic calicos
Brrrrrrr, reload, *chk-chk*, explode
Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what?
[Break]
2 minutes left!

[Verse 4: Turk]
Look, look, look
Plenty of diamonds in my Rolex
Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin neck
It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped on my gat
I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with me I dress in black
That's a fact don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad
Your head, you lose that, ain't no comin back back, I'm tellin you
Play with me your people people gon' be smellin you
Make me pop and throw, six n***as gon' carry you
People don't have no money they can't bury you
Don't have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two
Bought that insurin yourself cousin
Get it how you live it n***a when they come cousin
Gun I'mma peel it n***a you can run cousin
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin

[Outro]
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