BM J.R.

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(Baby Talking) Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout' I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout money no more man, so what fuck You know what we gon' do ha? We gon' do what we been doin nigga We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em' Nigga Keep buyin' shit Keep fuckin hoes Loadin up on mo' bitches Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind (Lil Wayne) I GOT IT I GOT IT (Lil Wayne) Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill. If the elements don't murder you, Tha rydahs will... Fa real. And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest; Get involved, And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets. (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean John hoodie Get fucked--ya play pussy. (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin' And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em' DAMN! And if tha red dot spot em' Then tha hollow-head got em' Knock his tops to his bottom Jack. (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom Just to make it to da bottom At the very bottom o' da map Louisiana-- Piranhas Every where U at. U gotta wear a extra condom And a extra gat. Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man I backed his hand...ya man on command In fronta niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan. I'm on hot. I adjust in different climates Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight. And in a drought I go on a diet and strecth more Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks You'nt even come up to a nigga chest Pause Up, PAW ,What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa? Real Shit I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard. DAMN! Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam They ain't lookin fa I. Fa A and a K I'll make ya face crook to tha side Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side. Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin' U jus lookin' High And when we hungry, U look like pie Sweet potato-ass nigga U lemon Meringue--Apple custard Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA) What up chizzle? U my distant brotha Real shit nigga Same father--different motha (shit) I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it "trill" U not know me fa nothin' otha I'm somethin' otha than people U feel I'm deeper fa real I'm deeper than skills My speeches can kill Rest In Peace! (Baby talking) Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga, If you bout money nigga come fuck with us, if you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga Order bitch, ya underdig Put ya prints in nigga Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll (Weezy-talking) Let me get it back HEY...HEY (Lil Wayne) U sleep in a field fa tryin a dude I'll bust ya head to da meat. Turn ya mind 2 food. Food fa thought THINK! I ain't lyin' 2 U I'll lie his body in grease Set fire to em' I'll tie his body in sheets Put tha tires to em' Make em' feel tha Escalade Put his feet in tha blades DAMN! I'm tha heat in tha blaze And niggaz keep they ways When I'm in tha streets wit Blake. Watch... My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate And if I ask tha homeboy he'll eat ya face(YEA) And tho' he got me U can ask I'm like a pool table I keep tha 8! My side pocket--side wayz When I pop it leave a nigga side wayz fa five days Bird man talk (Baby talking) Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us (Weezy -talking) Fuck dat... I'm comin' bak gurl! (Lil Wayne) Check my swag I travel light--sound dog U play hard and I gravel like ground dog I'm under ground call me ground hog Lay down laws call me ground law But don't confuse me wit da law Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw Because I am the Birdman J-R I ain't trippin' nigga I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga Rip a nigga Flip ya vehicle Split ya windshield Whack ya baby mama But I let tha kid live And people say that I am a kid still Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels. U feelin' animal then come on and get killed This kid peel bandanas like bananas Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah Man a train couldn't stop ya man I'm man up and U not a man Stand UP say I got my land I'm tha man of my land Call it Lil' Weezy--ana That's tha new plan. (Baby talkin) Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga Thats the only way Dumb shit we bout that get at me Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga