[Intro]
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Bitch I'm Mack Maine
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And this Young Money
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You better get 'em
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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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Straight out the hood a young hoodlum
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Done what I shouldn't did what they say I couldn't
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Hid where all the killers hid at
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Hung where the other hustlas slung at
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Waiting on the get back
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Get that
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Flip that
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Debating on the mix match
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Switch that from dope to coke I'm blowin up fast
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Now you niggas is slowing up fast
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(secret weapons) "I can hear myself but I can't feel myself, I wanna feel myself like tweet!"
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Now my niggas is blowin up aves
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If I tell 'em you niggas is holding up cash
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Rollin up stepping outta the phantom's ass
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Put cha litters away ur talking to a can of gas
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There's nothing to say no matter who comes to ask
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And murder ain't funny but we do love to laugh
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Shit we just living take money take baths
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Take a nigga bitch and fuck her
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And send her back wit nothing
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Now isn't that disgusting
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Give him back his sista give him back his cousin
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Yea, go make a stack or something
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Go and buy yourself a spine and give back the frontin'
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Yea and to end that discussion
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I been had strength I just got the muscle
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Fuck ya, this that 'n' the other
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I see my people struggle wish that they wasn't
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The government try to put us in a muzzle
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But you're two fingers ain't the pieces to da puzzle
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Shit say to each his own hustle
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And I hustle all night and then go home to the fussin'
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Then wake up to the fuckin'
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Breakfast in bed don't forget my english muffin
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Hawaiin punch tastes like robitussin
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A nigga jus livin jus breathin jus puffin'
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Come on mama drop down and curl up
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Dick millimeter cock back and murda
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Aye senorita we cannot go any further
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If my girl catch us both in the spot she will merk us
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Pussy niggas talkin all that slop we will merk cause
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Hungry ass niggas I tote two hamburgers
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Who want beef? Who want beef? I bring it to your front door and now you seem nervous
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Two seater swervin'
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Traffic to hell wit it
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Shit you can't die with it can't go to jail with it
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Might as well wild in it passin and feelin' it
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Me I excel fishtail and tailwhip it
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Give them niggas somethin' to tell them bitches
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Smellin like money at a full court scrimmage
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If found at the table got a four course dinner
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Young money cash money dump a fatty on da winner
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And yet he understood us so when we told em' break it off
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Cause gangstas don't' talk one word'll be a walk
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And yo platoon can't handle the destruction
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Hard body baby killin' sound like seduction
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Them niggas chase dope bitches follow the instructions
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Sometimes you gotta put the whole rooster in the oven
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So tell the public I'mma do my thing
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Just as soon as I hear dat bing
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Gotta come in
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Comin' up
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You niggas jus runner up
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And runnin' up'll get you in that wheel chair forever
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It's whatever
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I'm still here forever
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Cause the lil'nigga better than all you niggas together
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I'm gone
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Blowing Up Fast
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Lil' Wayne |