[Intro:]
I mean it's simple
Can't f** with us
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got money on yo head
I don't do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, I don't even touch the work
I pray these n***as don't f** with me
And I don't like to curse in church
And my girl' p**y taste just like Mrs. bu*terworth's
I mean that, believe that
Don't be short with that work n***a
We find out where yo ho work n***a
We follow you moms from church n***a
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get'em Tune
I don't really f** around with certain n***as
f** all ya'll n***as, except my n***as
These n***as hustling backwards
Check ya rear-view mirror and side mirrors
OG kush keep my mind clearer
That choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas that's chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice
Been so long since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke like dry ice
Now there stay in yo lane and get sideswiped
It's going down, let me straighten up yo fly right
Still can't turn a ho into a housewife
Man it's like some things will never change
You ain't got a shot in a gun range
These chumps ain't even got chump change
Uh yea, and don't f** with me, you know I'm Gotti
Check yourself before I sign it
Yea, I'm shinin on these n***as, no horizon
Yea, and it's going down if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so robotic
My new b**h is so provided
Money talks, yours like no comment
Black car, racial profile and rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like dub Mojave
I get my work from Rico Suave uh
It's a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You ever see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry when it's gone
Had a phone in jail, that's a cellphone
Yea, I'm bout to buy a machinegun
You drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps
I'm sittin on some train tracks
Hopin' that b**h speed up
I'm Strongarm and these n***as roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad b**hes on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a n***a fall back like he getting baptized
When we in a hospital room full of flat lines
I'm Tunechi the immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo order?
I say...
Testarossa over testimony
Got so much sh** built up you could smell it on me
f** all y'all n***as in Swahili n***a,
Ain't nothing free round here but Willy, n***a
Ak-47, call it Mr. Biggs
All my n***as blood, f** yo syringe
Chop his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that sh** for dinner
Dedication
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you n***a to America most
Every n***a round when we carry it out
Sedated b**hes like a n***a tune the low
They just be like 10 and we doin em all
Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the boat
I'm on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you n***a make a year I could do it to blow
You keep on playin with me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The fate up before a n***a, we soon to see
These n***as sweet as perfume to me
I mean really like cartoon to me
Ain't nobody f**in with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, bang green and grab a truck
Young Money, cash money, they down with her
I got a b**h who want yo b**h, you finna get a ho up
And don't bullsh** and listen, you don't really know her
We a bust a n***a head, leave layin fo dead
I get caught with a banger, I'm a lay in the feds
In Gen Park n***a every day interfere
I was chillin on the yard, really going hard
And these p**y n***as catchin' feelings over broads
King p**y n***a go up really like a God
A town n***a, bank head I'm about it
Everybody know "don't f** with me cause I got it"