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lil wayne - 10,000 bars lyrics

[intro: lil wayne]
go
weezy wee, b-tch
s-q-a-d siddeven, holla at us, underground
muhf-cka, what you know bout weezy huh? holla at me dawg
i got it, it’s right here, listen

[verse 1]
holla
i’m off the rocks squat the box dont rock the spot
the sqad pop ’em i’ma f-ck with the hottest
diamonds droppin’ temperature, b-tch i’m one of the finest
and to be honest, i got all these hoes stocked up like sinus, now who you f-ckin’?
ice shining colorful, like a sack of fruit or something
with no heart for b-tches like ??? or something
i be the true to nothing thorough n-gga, young, raw, and famous
get money ’til i’m dead or ’til the day of my arraigning
spittin’ game through the platinum smile
you can see the f-ck i be saying from half a mile
how i hop out of the colossal tahoe filled up with models
poppin’ bottles with p-ssy poppers that gobble until they swallow
see i’m a pimp playboy when it come to these hoes
cause all i give is c-m to these hoes and run from these hoes
i comfortably roll in the latest sleepy eye mercedes
heat up for the haters speed up for the ladies
miss, so watch your back, and watch your mouth cat
weezy sh-t, this our cl!ck
you ’bout that? i send my sqad to where your house at
all of a sudden n-ggas gs, why the f-ck is you trippin’?
i c-ck and shoot up one of your knees, why the f-ck is you trippin’?
you listening? i’m official pimpin’
be lowkey dippin’, range ro’ be twistin’ on blades
i’m o. j. simpson, pretty limpin’
big f-cking cannon, holding me back
with some sh-t from off the discovery channel on my back
my n-ggas drowned in smoke, underground, pound daily
my hoes like nelly cause they go “down, down baby”
i used to dog chickens, cluck ’em, f-ck ’em, and duck ’em
but now i’m more mature, i f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em, and f-ck ’em
stuck inside of the game for d-mn near two decades
and i’ma make you see the insides like a x-ray
aww f-ck…
huh? drunk off cris’, mami on e
weezy on e, mami c-mmin’ on me
the diamond long links sparkle, tough in the light
you do a lil’ something tonight, i buy you something with ice
and i ain’t stunting a price, shawty i can afford it
i been had dough before i was recorded
started to order you a mercedes c 240
but i thought it would be more nice for you in a ferrari, peep me

[interlude]
it’s whatever, holla
i ain’t stopping, i ain’t stopping
check it, check it

[verse 2]
muhf-cka bet’ not f-ck with this n-gga
i’m itching, clutching the trigger
muhf-cka you can end up in a river, sh-t
i’m like a tornado i’m twisted off of sh-t
and my pistols off my hip but i give a sh-t about who i hit, f-ck
i’m f-cked up, i’ll f-ck you up for f-cking up
guns up like “what’s up?”, get your f-cking guts cut
tough luck bruh
wonder why your b-tch act stuck up?
cause the sl-t got weezy nuts stuck up in her f-cking b-tt
yung mack flip crack quicker than acrobats, get at me man
look call me wayne a. k. a. big daddy kane
n-gga can’t tell me nothing ’bout the game
been in that deep sh-t, every year i’m m. v. p
it’s just in me
rims on the ‘lac like 22 inches
play with me, i open up your back like 22 inches
guerrilla pimpin’
and it really isn’t wise for n-ggas to start poppin’
at any given time them n-ggas could start droppin’, peep it
i’m off the strip muhf-cka what you want?
this a freestyle coming from off the top out the trunk
n-ggas be like mase and go to church
but i go to the trunk and then i go to your shirt
holla at me, i’m the don b-tch
look we can get it on b-tch
gotta get another rap to flow on b-tch…
hold up, aight, aight, aight
listen, playa, all i do is get bread, i’ma head to them cowards
and if they ever try me, i’ll bring y’all the head of them cowards
this big spending, see the heads on them dollars
it’s big pimpin’, you see your b-tch lipstick red on my boxers
choppers pop at any time for any given reason
leave ’em not breathing under cement for one disagreement
freedom, we ride on them b-tches, rollin’ through sittin’ high on them inches
my mission’s to make sure squad get expensive
and if anyone of you n-ggas better get defensive, your care will get intensive
shot put humps on top of your head like bart simpson
i spark instant, now who want it? i’ll light your set
cause i’m all about money c-cksucker, my life a check
i’m spectacular, i let the tec tackle ya
i spit 16 after ya like i rap with y
put your chest in the back of ya
you would think a truck hit ’em, it’s weezy, don’t f-ck with him
better lock me up or get me to the graveyard quick
come and get me i spray, spark, spit, it’s straight war b-tch
n-ggas is hoes, like they take long d-ck
i wave chrome sh-t at home, sh-t, make domes split
and may i say these fake n-ggas on some ray charles sh-t, blind to the fact
9 to ya cap, blat, put your mind in your lap
i ride with the gat for hard times, crimes, and rats
it’s rhymes of the crack, my sqad, i’ll die for that
i climb in the ‘lac, drunk off 190 ?
don’t try me cat, i take this sh-t beyond the rap
and this ecstasy is why my eyes are black
don’t like baby moms but the x make her thighs look fat
but f-ck the bullsh-t i grind for scratch, i scr-pe and scruff, bake and cut
you hatin’ us? we tape you up
i spin ya corner make you duck from blazin’ bucks
bandanas, braids, and cuts, i’m gangsta’d up
muhf-cka

[interlude]
oh, oh sh-t, oh sh-t
what they want?
i dont think they want weezy. do you think they want weezy?
check it, check it

[verse 3]
lil’ n-gga p-ss slow in a s 430, ya ho be like “that’s so purty”
f-ck with me i’ll show your chest no mercy
sqad get so dirty, but still we do it clean
bring action to these fake -ss n-ggas like movie scenes
i pop so much x man i feel like wolverine
wake up in the morning, lips burning, can’t move my spleen
see this lil’ dude is mean, strapped up with tools and things
i’ll get you different drugs mixed up like smoothie king
the heavy platinum jewelry bling over the white tee
watch your wifey, she’s mostly likely to blow me pipey
i’m so exciting
money, murder, steal, k!ll, rape
you should do like the internet and start to bill gates
this whole world gon’ end up with some bad f-cking tumors, listening to these cash money rumors
i’ll blast, bust, and shoot you, hit your block without the mask, f-cking screw you
treat you like a b-tch, b-tch look at me while i do you

[interlude]
ok, ok, homie, ok
peep it out, squiddad
let me catch my breath, let the danger track roll
and let me holla at you, now let me holla at you, check it out
s-q-a-d

[verse 4]
don’t fool with any n-ggas like me
we pull triggers like weeds
swigger off the piña colada
dreams of having cream and the power
you need a problem? i’m the meanest to start with
and got grams the size of the head of gina on martin
for any discomfort the ninas is sparking
be in your apartment, many -ssault men and semi-revolvers
keep it clean, i’m a young sqad street teen, only into green
if you intervene i’ll leave your -ss colder than winter
and y’all just look like b-tches
you get f-cked then i nut up
and just like b-tches, i leave you face down and b-tt up
n-gga what up? i just bought a record to say f-ck hip-hop
i spit it for them n-ggas who grip glocks
dip cops, flip rocks, and when the bricks drop
we fix blocks, suddenly watch the income
f-ck with me, watch the outcome
n-ggas don’t wanna hear the glock rung

[interlude]
that’s that real sh-t, that’s-
k, ok, ok
yea, holla at me, holla at me
this for all these n-ggas, you know me
listen, let me tell you who the sqiddad 7 is, bring it
it’s weezy wee, lil’ jay, lil’ tez, lil’ fee fee, lil’ yo, lil’ sammie, t-redd
holla at us, holla at us, holla at us
can’t forget bidd-ugg-g, don’t forget it
check it, check it

[verse 5]
playboy i pimp huge
see the whip cruise on big shoes
slide out the sh-t, cool, frostbit jewels like igloos
see weezy gets loot, that be why your b-tch choose
but dude, i ain’t got nothing for her but some d-ck juice
i stick tools in the pocket of the s. q. leather
they gon’ have to rescue this fella if he stress my pleasure
i tells you once, i’m the don, you can trust my word
i say with a herpes d-ck, n-gga f-ck the world
i be with n-ggas that could get me years
i be with hoes and b-tches that favor britney spears
listen here, you see the sqad minked up, platinum s. q. linked up
with a freak that drink nut ‘til my d-ck shrink up
you think it’s soft? let the thing bust ’til i’m seeing pink guts
n-ggas watch them pigs come, they trying to sink us
you know who i be, weezy wee muhf-cka
i ain’t gon’ stop the flow until the end
k we got a new game, i’m running, punting, i ain’t p-ssing the ball
you other n-ggas just be crashing the boards
with a team full of great players, but i’m a veteran, all-star
and let’s be real man, i’m better than all y’all
i’m the truth, i’m the reason, i’m the meaning, i’m the sh-t
i’m the alleged convict in any sqad incident
last name carter like vince and sh-t
but i don’t slam b-lls and goals, my life’s money, cars, and hoes
cadillac white walls and ‘bauds, pimpin’ partna
plus i can get more work out than a fitness doctor
let’s get this partna, i’m the young don these n-ggas honor
and those of you who ain’t cheap can’t buy a vowel
it’s cause the child’s mom will eat me up like jeffery dahmer
libel to find my condom inside of dry v-g-n-
i’m kinda calm, drama goes with my persona
a minor with intentions to harm ya, holla

[interlude]
ok, ok
switch it up right here, switch it up, switch it up
listen, listen, take this money, make this money, get this money
puff holla at me

[verse 6]
homeboy it’s sqad sh-t
it’s gon’ be sqad sh-t, swallow it
he who disrespect, hollows follow him
flash the pistol, watch ’em stop and pose like they modeling
blast ’em, watch em stop, drop, and roll like they firemen
seriously man, i got enough money to buy ya men
turn ’em against you and make ’em k!ll ya mom and them, don’t f-ck with me
buck 50 on the dash of the box but that’s only approximately cause it really do like two ?, blue fire
wrist looking like blue fire
piña colada got me spiked like barb wire, weezy wee, sqad rider
holla at me, you know you know me
got out the streets and start hustlin’, there’s still some fiends who owe me
blow me some dro, nah i ain’t smoking i stopped that
my n-ggas still get puffed out, i catch the contact
i’m kinda f-cked up, f-ck with me and i ain’t gonna leave you kinda f-cked up
i leave you f-cked up, believe this stuff bruh, it’s sqad sh-t, b-tch

[interlude]
oh sh-t, i ain’t finished
oh sh-t, i ain’t finished
i ain’t finished duke
check it, listen

[verse 7]
i come up from a sh-t deep town, where you hear sounds like “cl!ck”, “squeak”, “pow”
get down or you dying, n-ggas tote iron
got that c0ke flying like birds, not the ones with feathers, i’m talkin’ weight like birds
and you might get served if it’s proper enough
or find your nerves on the curb if you a cop or something
a baller blocker or something, i’ll send your noggin a hundred
have the whole block sprinting, dashing, jogging, and running
type of life i live, gotti would love it
sqad property buddy, some young n-ggas with a mafia budget
can’t n0body put n0body above it
and if they do, they find they body with your body above it
f-ck it, let’s take it public, nah leave it the gutter
f-ck it, let’s go and dump ’em, nah leave ’em in the gutter
hustler, keep it thuggin’, why the f-ck you n-ggas buggin’?
the hot 9 slug it, dug inside of your f-cking jucket (jacket)
call me weezy you b-tch

[interlude]
ok, ok
the d. j. just informed me that i got 20 more minutes to rap
how the f-ck i’ma do that?
holla at me, if you feel me holla at me
sqad, i gotta talk to make some of the raps look more long, you know, holla at me
i’m a real n-gga, you know, you know me
d. j. riddaj smoove
’bout to blow your head smoove off, cool off, dude you soft
you know me, let’s go
is y’all ready? check it out, check it out

[verse 8]
listen, i keep the pistol hidden in the big pockets, hear sh-t c-ckin’
better get flocking or get gotten
dawg i speak with the gun, n-gga’s holla in the street like “what’s up?”
i tell ’em “chika buck buck chika, get the f-ck”
the droughts come bring the pots out, let’s do what we do
you f-ck with me i send more shots out than d. j. clue
now who seeing me? not a person
got a personal grudge with these commercial thugs
no studio with me, true
i shine hard and i be flossin’ very sweet
but i’m like iverson dawg, i be ballin’ but very street
keep my name out your yapper, or you gon’ have to try to keep my flame out your cappa
i ride around with like two bodies framed on the clapper
the tool c-cked for he, do pop for beef, move out for chiefs
supply two blocks a piece two blocks a piece
my crew watch for cheese and i do stock my cheese

[interlude]
dude, dude, who you know f-cking with me man?
check it, check it

[verse 9]
what up world? this here your people weezy, holla at the don
real n-gga dude, i promise that to god
when i swallow half the dom i go loco, stressed, hoping i’m not cursed
walk around with tecs poking out my shirt
n-ggas show off for them hoes, try play hard, with they chest poking out they shirt
try me and i send shots, leave they chest poking out they shirt
yes, expect the worst when you f-ck with the squad right
pull you out your car at a stoplight
catch you in the waist, make you my height
this sh-t’s not nice, i’ll have you chopped twice for a hot price
or i can take off my ice and hit your block and stop life
can you see that?
properly under my seat is where the heat at
directly in your head is where the bullets meet at
i be that cat who make sure my sqad ball gracious, ’til the lord take us
we gon’ all get paper, just stay faithful
cross the gate b-tch and we rape you
ain’t nothing sugar n-gga we all salt
f-ck y’all and that’s y’all fault

[interlude]
holla at us
man this sqad sh-t is real, real biddig
ooo sh-t
i ain’t – oh, oh, oh
check it, check it, check it
follow me
listen

[verse 10]
homie i speak for the streets, scream for the ghetto, and holla for my folk
die for my sqad, k!ll for my dough
my att-tude is f-ck b-tches, f-ck haters, f-ck cops
my real father is a ho, my att-tude is f-ck pops
i’m living it up in a nice home, riding in trucks, tough drops
and i’m a young n-gga, i don’t even know how to do the bus stop
but i got my money right
when i hit the club, make it a sunny night
see the fake flossers, bum ballers, is a funny sight
watching dudes front for these hoes in they chevy right?
pull up next to ’em in a 500 bumpin’ betty wright
keep my sh-t spaghetti tight
playboy put the hood on that
we buy sports cars and put the f-ckin’ hood on that
my bank got too hot to sit on so i stood on that
any place, you be careful cause i could own that
moët and e, i’m good on that
your b-tch looking at me, i should bone that
y’all n-ggas know where the f-cking don at, holla

[interlude]
holla at me, weezy wee, holla at me, weezy wee
yeah, yeah, yeah
check it, check it, check it

[verse 11]
s-q-a-d s-h-i-t, that’s what i represent ’til i die
muhf-cka bust one in your eye
flip pies, i used to do that sh-t in like ’95
but i’ma switch it up to ’99, 2000, 2001
i ride cars that’s 2000 and fun
you know the motherf-cking whip be cruising on sh-t, 22’s
and hoes be losing they mind, boy

[interlude]
it’s about to come, it’s about to come
what y’all want? what y’all want?
check it, check it
fee fee favorite

[verse 12]
flippin’ in a whippa
peel the top back like a zipper
skippin’ on them chrome dip slippers
rippin’ on the lips of a stripper
if that’s your b-tch mister don’t kiss her
if so you might as well kiss a pistol
cause all i do is shoot off in her whistler
she finna get my name on her sh-tter
and i ain’t even hit her
my n-gga fat did her, and slid her to the rest of the squidda
forget her, another b-tch just paged in
weezy blazing, come through in something amazing
i ball so good i need a sports agent
look at me and squint your eyes like asains, what’s wrong?
my jewelry’s like a white boy, always stoned
i got a big home but i’m always gone
that’s why your bath towels is always gone
hoes i meet nowadays panties always gone
and baby after i f-ck i’m always gone

[interlude]
i mean i got a wife at home, you know me, holla, ha, holla
b-tch i can’t love you
holla, hahaha
listen

[verse 13]
homie i go hard, push a whip with no hair on its head
so all i’m feeling is air on my head
with some ho that you might know, she sucking all the air out my head
meet you close to knock you square out your head
sip the cris’ to clear out my head and try to get my loot up
in cuba with a translator ?? c0ke newer
plus the prices is cooler
i come back through the hood with that dirty
and tell ’em i’m like tiger woods, all i got is birdies
got b-tches in they 30s calling weezy poppa
but weezy not daddy b-tch, cause weezy in and out ya
weezy never spouse ya, weezy give sh-t about ya
and weezy don’t master suite, weezy living room couch ya
how about you be a good b-tch, and take these pies i just cooked up
and tape ’em to the pelvis, arm or your thighs
i gets high ’til i can’t focus
but a main focus to remain focused, they ain’t focused, muhf-cka

[interlude]
holla, sh-t, holla, oh sh-t, oh sh-t
boy, boy, boy
ok

[verse 14]
i spit it for them n-ggas who run the corner, palm the revolver with honor
any beefs involving homie, your momma
homie we swarm out the eddie bauer, thoughts to devour
spark and shower, we get more stupid than austin powers
smell the aroma of marijuana, coronas when upon us
we do just what the neighborhood have shown us
we murder opponents and don’t think about it, forget about it
n-ggas won’t do sh-t about it
wave the pistol, get the b-tch up out ’em
i’m off the hinges, chicks on my d-ck, proper than cindy crawford
any problems i pop the chopper and knock the appendix out him
hit the block with bricks of powder
what you know ’bout doing that?
and splitting a key with flour, making it two in fact
dawg i’m all street, if you want hip-hop, here’s what i give you instead
i’ll make you hip out when them f-ckin’ bullets dig in your leg
positive n-ggas talking spooky, y’all ain’t scaring n0body
y’all love mos def, i love f-cking john gotti, holla

[interlude]
yeah, yeah, yeah
aight
listen

[verse 15]
i wish that there was no taxes, no cases, no police, and no racists
no rapists, wish they had a 700 mercedes
wish my sqad live happy
i wish my kids grow stronger than me
i wish my momma live longer than me
i wish the cops stay off the corner this week
i wish the gutta, ghetto neighborhood hunger would cease
i wish them n-ggas who ain’t got sh-t would stop hating on n-ggas who got sh-t
and you know i wish for pun, biggie, and pac sh-t
i wish that i could get high but when i’m high i wish i wouldn’t get high
sometimes i wish i wasn’t alive
i wish for heaven gates to enter
wish for lakers’ tickets at the staples center
my seats, floor me
wish chris childs wouldn’t of hit kobe
when i see lauren, i wish i knew why my heart burns
wish 22 inch rims wouldn’t rub on sharp turns
i wish these hoes stop lying
i wish these n-ggas stop lying
wish dope heads stop using, as if they not dying

[interlude]
f-ck it. that’s just some sh-t i wish for, f-ck it
aight. that what you want?
aight, listen, listen

[verse 16]
i wish i ain’t have to go on tour to sell records
i wish i ain’t have to sell records
f-ck, i wish i ain’t have a jail record
wish every b-tch gave head
i wish i could’ve saved dad
i wish i make money ’til i’m a dead man
i wish my chain wasn’t heavy around my neck
wish hoes wouldn’t suck d-ck and try to kiss down my neck
wish i ain’t have to get locked up for slapping her to the ground for that
b-tch i wish you wouldn’t wanna be down for that
i wish there wasn’t no droughts
i wish there wasn’t no f-cking c0ke ??
i wish shyne, suge, and f-ckin’ – oh sh-t

[interlude]
don’t stop it though
sh-t, boy
f-ckin’ d. j. raj smoove haha
listen

[verse 17]
n-gga respect weezy
i leave everyone of you bustas to suffer
f-ck with me i’ll touch any f-cker you got love for
the sqad’s a motha – shut your d-cksuckers
kick up the ruckus, find your mother stuffed in nature

[interlude]
oh i can’t do that one
ok, ok
what you know about weezy dawg?
what the f-ck y’all know about weezy?
holla at me, holla at me, holla at me
let’s switch it up
holla at me, weezy is the muhf-ckin’ don
don’t get it tangled or twisted
your head will get splitted
tell the whole world that i did it
you bullsh-tted
we don’t front; is sqad sh-t exactly what you want?
we bring it to your head and your –
boy, boy, check it

[verse 18]
n-gga we peel guns, and homie we fear none
intentions to k!ll some, from b-tches to children
for real we will come inside of your buildings
with glocks and m-1s, and pop and then some
let them 4s blaze
my n-ggas blows haze
guzzled belvedere ever since we heard jay
be dying the worst way
who want it? your b-tch, you
sqad is the official sh-t
pistols spit behind little sh-t
i get a bad b-tch who l!ck
and keep her posted up on the low
she never cook pork but only cook c0ke
die for respect and hope, look beyond i’m a celebrity
hold minds for ransom, head sold separately
i’m a ape dawg
trapped in the jungle, can’t escape dawg
but i bet you be the last man standing like a 8-ball
and i ain’t worrying ‘bout ballin’ no more, i’m past that stage
18 years old, i got cash that age

[interlude]
who f-ckin’ with me?
i’m 18 years old and i got cash that age, muhf-cka
sh-t, ok, ok, listen
this how we gon’ do it
s-q-a-d-s-h-i-t
ok, yeah, yeah, hahaha
i like that, i like that
lay low muhf-cka

[verse 19]
i can’t live forever
and so forever i’ll forever be thuggin’
and if there’s ever any trouble then the metals be bustin’
i swear to god, let ‘em be f-ckin’ with me and see something
my sqad ride, i bet we be up on the street to heat somethin’
we peace nothing cousin, this here is war and we battle
big guns with deep barrels, bullets leap and leap at you n-gga
bricks go for 10 gs on street value
patience is fragile, n-ggas be glad to come smash you
the s cl-ss is casual for the summer
let me re-deal, i bring out the 64 on three wheels

[interlude]
holla at me dawg, holla at me, holla at me
n-gga we gon’ be here for a long time
‘cause we done been here for a long time
now who want it – some problems?
uhh, uhh, oh sh-t
i ain’t finished
check it, check it
i’ma free’ ‘til the bars’ gone, free’ ‘til the bars’ gone
holla at me

[verse 20]
ready for the track to switch up
b-tch play with me i’ll smack your b-tch up
b-tch suck my d-ck up
‘til she get the hiccups
-hiccups-, excuse you ho
now i got to lose you ho
you know how sqad dos you ho
move you through the sh-t smooth and slow
now you gotta do the whole clique
you know how to f-ckin’ go, suck the whole d-ck
catch the whole nut until you never don’t spit
this some freestyle sh-t until the track gone
b-tch i’ll f-ck you ‘til your back gone
i shoot the gun ‘til the mac gone
rap on

[interlude]
oh, i’ma rap on
oh, i’ma rap on
oh, we gon’ take it back to the streets with this one

[verse 21]
17th ward n-gga
my b-lls thicker, scars and hard liquor
revolve quicker if i’m involved in war n-gga
f-ck the laws and f-ck peace
we all live raw
and we duck them boys and run streets
this sh-t won’t cease
you got a problem when you f-ckin’ with weezy the don nukka
‘cause this sh-t that i palm in my arm is going blucka
and i’m young but a wise n-gga
but in the meanwhile i’m wild going at it
f-ck it, tryna join my daddy
automatic weapons, pow
you can call the paramedics now
and if any test the child he stepping on deadly grounds
i’m repping hollygrove to my f-cking grave woa’
and chase dough, slave hoes, and keep my head low
we can’t let the feds know nothing
we keep it quiet as kept
if someone frontin’ you find him dest

[interlude]
i’m sorry
what the f-ck is “find him dest”?
i meant, “if someone frontin’ you find his death”
death
7, s. q
holla at us, check it

[verse 22]
pistols burning
pop the barrel, turning
it got the f-ggots squirming
we closing any open shop we ain’t concerned in
c0ke the size of sherman klump we flipped and doubled
and dropped the whip on dubs and dipped in bubble
get a bad b-tch to hustle and move product
and split them n-ggas quick as f-ck if them dudes try her
not behind the ho, but only behind the dough
and behind the dough i k!ll whoever stand behind the door
you ain’t tryna go that route with the sqad, it’s rough, i promise
we kidnap your mommas and sit our johnsons on her tonsils
we reside inside the s. q. bombers
and we leave families emotional like carl thomas
so stay from ‘round us
and to be honest, ain’t nothing for me to do away with you
i be the same n-gga that blow a tre with you
then let a k hit you
f-ck you n-gga, i ain’t got no love for none of y’all
make you my underdog, put you under dawg

[interlude]
under dawg, holla
this sh-t we doing is under dawg
man, listen

[verse 23]
b-tch i’m explosive
all this n-ggas know this
weezy, i’m your woadie
holla, guns is toted
never f-cking loaded
but i keep more e
you know how i do it b-tch, i do it for me
i do it for the streets, i do it for my peeps
i do it for sqad
i do it ‘cause i ride
i do it ‘til i die
i never gets high
i’m always on my toes
i never f-ck b-tches, i never f-ck hoes
but i only gets my d-ck sucked
that’s because i got a real b-tch that’s on my siddide
down with the squiddad

[interlude]
oh, oh that my n-gga six shot
yeah, bout to run it
uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
check it, check it
listen

[verse 24]
i do just what i motherf-ckin’ want
i never live with regrets
i speak from the sh-t that bleed on the left side of my chest
take heed to the sh-t that gleam on the left side of my waist
or take three to the left side of your face
a multiplatinum artist still riding with tecs and 3-8s
a hustler, you can see the crack residue left on them plates
they f-cking with me, i’m predicting death on them snakes
i ride in a frenzy
ride in a benzy
f-ck it, tryna fire my enemies
fire a sack, recline back, and feel me
i spit that filthy sh-t
that gutta, guilty until proven guilty sh-t, get back at me
let’s just spit rapidly at chests, you better f-cking halt
or the glocks with the thunderbolts make you do somersaults

[interlude]
holla at me mothaf-cke, holla at me
holla at me muhf-cka, holla at me
holla at me muhf-cka, holla at me
that’s my n-gga, yeah
listen, listen

[verse 25]
this is for the sqad i sip moët with
this is for the sqad that i pop x with
this is for the sqad i be in the house of blues with
this is for my sqad that i usually fools with
this is for lil’ jay, this is for lil’ yo
this is for lil’ t-redd, this is for fee-fee though
this is for my n-gga sam, all call him supa
this is for my n-gga tez, stupid -ss n-gga

[interlude]
haha holla, holla
i was feeling that one, that was real nice
was real nice
ok, ok
listen

[verse 26]
we carry automatic machine objects in jean pockets
and clocks with beams c-cked and f-ck with me – seeing doctors
the sqad be in monster trucks with screens and bobbers
p-ssing green and brown chocolate like john stockton
who stopping these lil’ n-ggas? n0body, it’s impossible
find me in a benz – aqua blue
rims colossal dude
and right under the seat’s a glock or two
don’t make me pop at you
and got two hawaiian tropical b-tches that will swallow you
people ask me “weezy, why you do it so big?”
i pop my collar, drop the roof off the 6, then shoot up the bridge
listen, i’ve had loot since a kid
i ain’t just start having dough
as a matter of fact, i started having dough
i’ma be fancy, send some warnings at folks
be very cautious or them glock 4s get pointed at throats
i bet he choke

[interlude]
what you don’t know?
it’s weezy the squiddon squiddy
get with it
holla at us
oh sh-t, holla at me
ya, ya, ya
what these n-ggas know about that n-gga weezy?
what these n-ggas know about that n-gga weezy?
fat, i got us
is you ready?
what these n-ggas know about that n-gga weezy?
not a muhf-ckin’ thing
they don’t know that i got a muhf-cking thing right up inside my pants and i’m ready to make a b-tch dance
holla at me listen

[verse 27]
n-gga f-ck with me, get washed away
glocks and revolvers spray
cats get they corners blazed
blast with enormous ks
understand weezy be the don and ain’t no fading him
play with him, shots turn him dome into a stadium
beef with me and my gun immediately bust repeatedly
unleash this pop one in your b-tch victoria secre-
‘atures creepin’ without the lights on
doo rag, g nikes on
hope the choir sing your -ss a nice song
n-ggas ain’t tryna collide with the squiddad
it is not wise
i’m robbing your block with glock 9s
pull out, c-ck, pop moms
drop bombs
you n-ggas ?????????
sqad b-tch, ain’t no replacing me
come to take sh-t
we be on some money make sh-t
simply basic, you hate i put more designs in your head than anthony mason
have you parents in the front emergency room pacing
crying an waiting for the doctor to come out and say
“miss your motherf-ckin’ son didn’t make it”, holla
-moans- all y’all better know no disrespecting weez’
come to your f-cking street and k!ll families
holla at this muhf-ckin’ n-gga
you know me
and ask your b-tch, she blow me
you know i’m in love with kobe
and hovi

[interlude]
ok, ok
what they want?
check it, check it

[verse 28]
n-gga it’s pistol play regardless of the matter
i’m a heartless lil’ b-st-rd
since rabbit died my life’s been darkened and shattered
f-ck all of you f-ggots
regulator, warrior, bandit, gun busta
spit the cannon make you fall to the canvas muhf-cka
it’s lil’ weezy in the flesh n-gga, hollygrove candidate
running with the sqad scavengers, we on some family sh-t
n-ggas ain’t understanding it but they will in a minute
or my k peel in a minute, make your head drill to your tennis
i’ma stay trill for the spinach
tremendous when i’m on that green sh-t
menace when i’m on that green sh-t for that green sh-t
i’ma a soldier, some army, navy, marine sh-t
my appearance is ? sh-t, but i got korean chips
f-ck with me i blast you idiots
let the mac and semis spit like pakistinians muhf-cka

[interlude]
muhf-cka, ok, it’s real time
it’s real time
i know what song next
i f-ckin’ know what song next
check it, check it
“n-gga i crash parties crash-”
oh i ain’t know that was next
i ain’t know that was next
i really didn’t know that was next
sorry. i’ma freestyle to it

[verse 29]
ok ain’t no n-gga like this n-gga weezy
ain’t no clique like the sqiddy sqeezy
you know how we do it, we dos it easy but we gets loot
and if a muhf-cka f-ck with us we shoot
we do the things, we do it big, we ride big
and if a muhf-cka f-ck with us he die quick
i make your momma and your child spit up blood
i make sh-t come up to your thighs
this the squad
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
i only f-ck with six n-ggas
i only f-ck with rich n-ggas
i only f-ck with c. m. b. dawg
and they only f-ck with weezy wee dawg
i’ma freestlyle ‘til the beat’s gone
i’ma freestyle ‘til the cheese gone
i’ma do this sh-t ‘til i’m gone
and i’ma rhyme on, muhf-cka
here’s my d-ck, you can climb on

[interlude]
f-ck, holla at me, holla at me
full of that mo’
now i’m full of that dro
yeah, yeah; what’s next smoove?
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sh-t, sh-t, oh, oh, oh, sh-t, sh-t
check me, check me
listen

[verse 30]
i’m a outlaw
i’m quick on the draw
i’m from the motherf-cking graveland 17th ward
i go hard, these n-ggas can’t play with me
i got a whole bunch of guns, you can’t spray with me
i spit this sh-t like a k spit rapidly
i make your f-cking family live unhappily
who the f-ck wan’ f-ck with weezy?
they know what i’m f-cking ‘bout
they know i run up in they house, gun up in they mouth
i keep it ‘bout it, ‘bout it, not like no limit
but this f-cking sh-t i roll with ain’t got no gimmicks
this sqad sh-t ‘til the motherf-cking end you b-tch
and i’ll k!ll your motherf-cking best friend you b-tch
i put the –
oh sh-t, i ain’t ‘bout to finish spittin’
i ain’t ‘bout to finish ripping it up
i’m about to giving it up to my n-gga motherfu –
oh, oh, we living it up
we doing it real f-cking big
we will k!ll f-cking kids
if you ever f-ck around with these mill’ f-cking ‘ions

[interlude]
you get it? mill’ f-ckin’ ‘ions
uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
what they know about me? listen
got some sh-t coming
y’all n-ggas, if you listening to this, sit down and prepare
‘cause here it come, ok
let’s do it
oh sh-t, oh sh-t
what you know about that n-gga lil’ weezy?
oh sh-t, oh sh-t
what you know about me?
listen

[verse 31]
n-gga i crash parties, crash shorties, crash bacardis, crash ferraris
crash authorities, crash sororities, crash quarter kis
infected with a raw disease, call it h. i. v
that stands for hoes, incoming violence
that’s what i die with
i pop sh-t, don’t f-ck with sqad sh-t
we on some mob sh-t
some lil’ n-ggas who seem harmless, but nah b-tch
glocks spit behind anything
b-tch l!ck anything
‘cause i got plenty change like bill gates’ piggy bank
got a young pretty thing sitting beside me in the whip
with limo tints to hide me in the whip
told mami you can keep your clothes on, i wan’ see where your head at
in other words i don’t wanna f-ck, i wan’ see where your head at
you can catch me laid back in the cut with ounces and bundles
bouncing from hustles, doubt me i’ll f-ck you, f-ck it
lounging in bubble
rocky watch resemble mountains or something
fronting get your body found behind some mountains or sum’n
aye, when you f-ckin’ with me you f-ckin’ with cheese
you f-ckin’ with streets, you f-ckin’ with heat
you f-ckin’ with sqad, you f-ckin’ for free
you touching your knees
and if you hate, you’ll be lucky to breathe
now how you like lookin’?
when the double gauge is ???? you get your f-ckin’ life token
despite the business, f-ck rap
picture block on a motorcycle wheeling
but the glock ain’t right for kidneys
i don’t like you b-tches, i hate you hoes
date you hoes, bust nuts in your facials hoes
then replace you hoes, that’s the type of sh-t that makes you hoes
all the women in this nation hoes
hot since my creation woa’
who the f-ck want him?
b-tch n-ggas with no nuts on ‘em
i got pistols with blood on ‘em
whips with dubs on ‘em
n-ggas with chips and drugs on ‘em
got b-tches with hips and t-ts on ‘em
lips with d-cks on ‘em
chicks with bricks on ‘em
chicks with chicks on ‘em
i’m big sh-t homie, wide body chrome 6
get dome while driving home, sh-t, sh-t, sh-t
this sh-t, weezy sqad sh-t, sh-t
some chicks can make a hit the way they tongue twist, sh-t
pimp sh-t, no spit sh-t, raw sh-t
a bunch of lil’ waynes in your f-cking jaw sh-t

[interlude]
holla at me, i’m still not done
holla at me, check it, i’m still not done
n-gga holla at me, holla at me
listen, listen, listen

[verse 32]
don’t get it twisted ‘cause i’m younger than most
i come with the toast
get it hot like summer was close
i’m hanging out the hummer with sos’
exploding missile glock ringing at the front of your door like jehovah witness’
sober? forget it
this c. m. b. thing, i’m over committed
the youngest soldier come with it
c-ck back, guns put holes in your fitted
n-gga i told you to quit it
i load it with 50
i blow ‘til it’s empty
the dro and henny got me lokin’ and limpin’
ropin’ up when i drink ‘til i’m over the limit
hoppin’ out the rover with semis
wildin’ out, go straight to your momma’s house
with a rag on my face with more 9s than dialing out
now who hating?
n-ggas cheapskating, underestimating
the heat take him, put him under extra pavement
some one week in jamaica, come back with a accent like –

[outro: lil wayne]
whoo, whoo, f-ck it
that’s 10000 bars for y’all b-tches
holla at me
weezy wee, raj smoove
and that’s the end of that story
one
sh-t
man, man

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