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Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne

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Verse 1
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I'ma tell y'all like this (Yeah)
I learn something new every day
(What it do?)
More money, more problems!
Haha! Ay, you already know
Verse 2
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I always knew I was gon' make it
Yeah, listen, man
But you never know what you're
gon' go through
Yeah, my nigga, we got this shit
I'm glad to be here! But sometimes,
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you wonder
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Yeah, ay- ay, I tried told 'em
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Is it worth it? But I done dedic
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ated my life to this shit!
Cash Money millionaire!
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It's nowhere to turn! (Ya know!)
So I'm in it for life!
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I can't feel my face!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, yeah!
And this what we do!
Verse 4
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Let's go! Let's go!
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Let's go! Hahaha! I told 'em!
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I told y'all! (Shout out
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to Bun B!)
Pay attention! (Yeah!)
Verse 5
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Yeah, straight up D- Boy
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Seventeenth ward
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Miss Katrina turned my city to a seashore
I keep going for them coins
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like Lyor
They're gon' either respect
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me or : E.R
Burning them bitches like a cigar
Punk, put a hump in your back,
they called it Igor!
War? This shit is hard,
any yard where we are
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We call that cocaine rice,
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I got that Condoleezza
Verse 6
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Huh? You fuck with me, chump,
I rock your teacup
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I say, before you spend a dollar boy,
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put up the re- up
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Yep! Get up, 'cause we up,
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foot up and knee up
In the game, put up or shut up,
I hit your head up
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Bukka-bang,
the Birdgang and the Birdman J
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Lil Wayne, here to hang,
other words, here to stay
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Feel my pain! Fireman, I spark in the rain
I walk through the flames, yeah,
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all for the change, yeah
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Call it insane but I'm a
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hustler to the muscle
And them new drop Bentleys
look like pussy in the summer
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So I'm fucking that,
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hugging that block like I'm loving that
Never sell a crumb where my
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mother at run with that
You can come at me for beef
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and shots come with that
Your bitch come at me for wood
and I'm the lumberjack
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I come in that Similac Maybach,
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shades black
Looking like I'm tryna bring yay back,
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ASAP
Verse 8
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Give it to 'em raw, no Ajax, taste that
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Heh, fuck around and
make your face crack
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I know niggas that shoot dope,
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arms looking like a racetrack
Nigga missed a vein in his neck,
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his whole face fat
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You can't take that? Well,
I can't take back
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Where I come from,
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so I learned how to make that
Yeah, turn that straight to a G stack
Stack up my cheese,
now I'm screaming "Where the keys at?"
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Verse 9
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Big shout to the Dipset movement!
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(Trendsetter, trendsetter)
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Shout my nigga
DukeDaGod! (Cannon, cannon)
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Shout my nigga Hell Rell!
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I can't feel my face!
Twin, what up?
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I really don't think they're
ready for this
(The Aphilliates, nigga!
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Pay attention!)
Oh! Oh!
Verse 10
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I'm live from, block one, five- one
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Where my young niggas on the rise to get a name,
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don't try them
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Wayne, I feel your pain
and I see your stress
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How they think your people posed
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to get through Kat rina
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Off a FEMA check? (Nope!)
Coke in the Pyrex (Yup!), dope and the ice,
yes (Yup!)
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Mind on the highway, road signs,
right, left (Yup!)
And that's the mind state
of kids growing up
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Still they wonder why the crime
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rate's going up
Throw it up: Eastside, Westside, Southside,
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Northside
Fuck with my money, I torch guys,
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off guys (Gangster!)
Verse 11
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Hire men, fire men,
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send 'em to a higher man
("There he go") Torture 'em: Vice- grip,
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pliers, man
Niggas turn to tinfoil when they see the iron,
man
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Pressure bust pipes, I apply it and
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Move like a lion through the jungle, yes
There is none higher than me
Don't slip up and end wind up
in the lion's den (rrr!)
Verse 12
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Big- body Benz idling, higher than
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A chick that flight- attend or Air Force flyer,
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man
Bad bitches, I fly 'em in, fuck 'em
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Send 'em back home hyped, feeling
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like they're on nitrogen
Just call me the Pied Piper, man
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Still get the coke through
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the pipeline
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Then off to the piper
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stem (Piper stem)
And I'm still getting paper
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back in rubber bands
Verse 13
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I still got paper bags coming in
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I still got that mattress with
the paper bags under it
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Comic books, Playboy baby mag under it,
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still!
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I still got ties with my guys who don't
speak no English
Them vatos,
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they got those cheapest (Cheapest)
Got no "Green Card", got no visas
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And got those Pablo features
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(Just watch!)
They drop off and pick up,
I pick up then drop off
Then drop off what's picked up,
and then what? I do it
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Gangsta
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Gri-
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zillz!
Verse 14
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And like that, we're gone!
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I told y'all!
I'm so dedicated!
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Nothing can take
me out my zone!
AMG!
If you support the movement,
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then we dedicate this to you
Dedication 2!
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