No Other

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Intro Yeah, what it do Haha, heh, already Yeah, listen man, yeah my niqqa We got this shit Ey, ey, i tried told them, yeah Cash Money Millionaire, ya know I Can't Feel My Face Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go Let's go, let's go, haa, i told them Shoutout to Bun B, yeah Verse 1 Yeah, straight up D-Boy, 17th Ward Miss Katrina turned my city to a seesaw I keep goin' for them corners like Lyor They gon' either respect me or he all Burnin them bitches like a sequel Punk, put a hump in your back, they called it Igor What, this shit is hard, any yard where we are We call that cocaine rice, i got that Condoleezza Huh, you fuck with me chump, i rock your teacup I say before you spend a dollar boy, put up the re-up Yep, get up cuz we up, foot up and knee up in the game Put up and shut up, i hit your head up or go bang Birdgang and the Birdman J, Lil Wayne Here to hang, other words here to stay, feel my pain Fireman, i spark and i rain, i hark through the flames Yeah, all for the change, yeah Call it insane but im a hustler to the muscle And them new drop Bentley's look like pussy in the summer So im fuckin' that, huggin that block like im lovin' that Never sell a crumb where my mother at, run with that You can come at me for beef and shots come with that Your bitch come at me for wood and im the lumberjack I come in that Similac Maybach, shades black Lookin' like im tryna bring yay back, asap Give it to em raw, no ajax, taste that Fuck around and make your face crack I know niggaz that shoot dope, arms lookin' like a racetrack Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat You can't take that, well i can't take back Where i come from so i learned how to make that Yeah, turn that straight to a G stack Stack up my cheese, now im screamin "where the keys at" Interlude I Can't Feel My Face I really don't think they ready for this Verse 2 I'm from block one, five-one, where my young Niggaz on the rise to get a name, don't try them Wayne, i fell your pain and i see your stress How they think your people 'posed to get through Katrina off of FEMA checks Coke in a Pyrex, dope and the ice, yes Mind on the highway, road signs, right, left And that's the mind-state of kids growin' up Still they wonder why the crime rate's goin up, throw it up Eastside, Westside, Southside, Northside Fuck with my money, i torch guys, off guys Hire men, fire men, send em to a higher man (there he go) Torture em, vice grip, pliers man Niggaz turn to tin foil when they see the iron man Pressure bust pipes, i apply it and Move like a lion through the jungle (yes) There is none higher than me Don't slip up and wind up in the lion bend Big body Benz eyein' man, higher than A chick that flight-attend or air force flyer man Bad bitches, i fly em and fuck em Send em back home hyped, feelin' like they on nitrogen Just call me the Pied Piper man Still get the coke through the pipeline then off to the piper stem And im still gettin' paper back in rubber bands I still got paper bags comin' in I still got that mattress with the paper bags under it Comic books, Playboy baby mag under it Still, i still got ties with my guys who don't speak no English Them vatos, they got those cheapest Got no green card, got no visas And got those Pablo features They drop off then pick up, i pick up then drop off The drop off was picked up and then what, i get it