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Lost Boys- Lil Wayne ft. Notorious B.I.G.
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Lil Wayne:
Howdy do mother fuckaz its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen close I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the AK47 made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin,
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg,
Then tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga doin it,
Bet that baby.
These other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap.
Rest assured i rest in a Azure
Me and my chauffeur got a (gun)
Sometimes i gotta let my girl hold the (gun)
I think im about to put some pearl on the (gun)
And guess what boy?
you know a Nigga just got papers on the (gun)
And i just got off the paper for the (click)
Now i can go and get some paper with this
What you on?
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on,
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on.
Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry Kush,
And when it comes to that paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head.
Life ain't cheap,
You're better off dead.
If you can't pay the fee,
Shout out my nigga fee.
See every mother fucker at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see.
Its about money its bigger than me
I told my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin with the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again.
Biggie:
Relax and take notes
While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in choke
Gun smoke gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor
The rap slayer the hooker layer
Muthafucka say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace
Smack the bitch in her face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back
Jab her if she act
Funny wit the money
Oh you got me mistakin honey
I don't wanna rape ya
I just want the paper
The Visa capisha
I'm out like the vapors
Who's the one the call mister macho
The head honcho
Swift fist like camacho
I got so
Much style I should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up
Niggas need to wake up
Smell the indonesia beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your mom hit them skins to amnesia
She don't remember shit just the two hits
Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clit
Suckin on her tit
Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was humpin around and jumpin around
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man
She said B-I-G
Then I bust in her E-Y-E