[Yung Joc - Chorus] yeahhh better calm down, bow down, i draw down, I fire rounds
Drip (x15)
[Yung Joc] Ey Weezy Let me talk to these n-ggas Ok monkey n-gga, better not slip feed your ass banana clips yeah, yeah i bust your head gasket leave you with a oil drip and for the lettuce AKs not gon spit your cabbage and she get tragically, cuz now it’s filled with maggots this aint angus beef you dont wanna order this 2 glocks like 2 pac i’m on my thug immortal sh-t GPS goons show up to yo coordinates chrome with the pearly take you early thats abortion b-tch duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya n-gga, no balls those slugs the same size as door knobs sixty seconds in and out pop, no prob blow ya whole face off thats a blowjob shoot ya bitch in the throat leave her voice raspy too graphic? gotta paint a picture so ya n-ggas grasp it I call your momma tell her pre-order ya f-ckin casket bury scary n-ggas i never bury the hatchet
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[Lil Wayne] soo woo to the beehive strapped like T.I. I keep that bitch on me like the Book Of Eli i just shoot ‘em all so I don’t have to de-cide split your body up they gotta bury ya ass 3 times run up in ya house leave ya brains on the couch shoot up everything, the f-ck is aiming about empty that clip, than that b-tch slide out lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com continue that procedure till them p-ssy’s dried out Imma east side gangsta, i aint never been a busta Nina is a cold black b-tch but I trust her I dont need a psychic to tell me I’m a hustla cuz b-tch, I’m all about my paper, like Usher
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[Yung Joc] I know Chris, decepticon clips transform ya leave n-ggas, ghost activity, paranormal my piece of the pie, ha-ha-ha digorno bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno
[Lil Wayne] Back to the subject, i’ll kill ya in a heart beat I put bullet holes in everything, except the car seat young money b-tch, I shoot one gun and switch when the cops came the body still twitched (still twitched)
[Yung Joc] Keep thuggin, you cute, you just flirting with death thats a straight suicide, don’t bury yourself scared but can’t run, thats the stall factor and if that automatic rap I bet they all scatter Haiti earthquake ‘em, make they wall shatter penetrate your lungs and splatter they gallbladders