[Lil' Wayne - Intro:]
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Yeah, uh huh
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David Banner on the beat bitch
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Hahaha
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Young Money, Streets
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[Lil' Wayne - Verse 1:]
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I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
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Bitches get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy
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Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
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And simon say go and get my motherfucking money
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Young Moolah bitch, tell them hoes, take their clothes off
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And I don't hunt birds but I'll shoot you in your mohawk
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Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw
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Call me mister no flaw
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[Gudda Gudda - Verse 2:]
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Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills til I dose off
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Wake up, grab the mic then I go's off
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Too G for office, boss of all bosses
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Crucify rappers, nail niggas to the crosses
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I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
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We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in
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I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn
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Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in
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[T-Streets - Chorus:]
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I be getting cake then
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Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
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It's that pointing at your face shit
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And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch
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David Banner on the beat hoe
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And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo
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I got the game on TiVo
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So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin'
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[Jae Millz - Verse 3:]
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I don't promise much but I promise you that it'll flow boy
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Name Jae but you can call me Millsbury Doughboy
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Silence on the nine but the chopper make mo' noise
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But if the bitch scream, I'ma pop her, no noise
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Bank account top solid, Truck nice and brolic
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The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard
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You niggas ain't G's you gents and quite coward
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But I'll put you higher than flight pilots
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[Gudda Gudda - Verse 4:]
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I am petrifying, The metal turn to lightning
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Burn through your clothes like an iron
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I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
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Wack niggas throw in the towel
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I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
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I'm hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl
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Holla, Cash rules everything around me
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So I'ma get the money, dolla dolla bills in them hundreds
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[Chorus]
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[Nikki Minaj - Verse 5:]
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Ugh, yo, yo yo,
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I'm a bad what? bout to get a maniped
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I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead
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Eventhough I'm in mexico
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I rep New York like Plaxico
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Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hannukah
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Lewinski bitches, young money Monica
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I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic the
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So could you pass me the keys to the Tonica
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I mean Tonka, That's the truck bitches
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Fuck you and fuck all of you fuck bitches
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Matter of fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes
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And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape
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[Chorus]
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Streets Is Watchin'
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Young Money |