T-Minus - Original lyrics

[Intro - Mystikal] I'm a political refugee That's how the f** I felt [Hook - Birdman] Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint Nine for the thunder Throw a couple of hundreds Fishing on the fishtail With big money, cash money everywhere High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real n***a from the start Head hunting, price on a n***a tab Hit ‘em up for playing with a n***a mail [Mystikal] Say I'm better than Beethoven To the beat that I rap over Stay outta that medicine cabinet Yeah, that what they told me Giving us piss tests, cause we stay rolling And know a n***a act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loaded They penalize us, tryna slow us down They constantly f**ing us up That's why we're buck wild Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo When you know you wanna f** my woman and eat my barbecue How the f** you wanna watch my house But don't wanna live on my street The ape man taught Tarzan -- how the f** you better than me? Rap, I run that rock, and got a jump shot Who we got that black wife up in that White House I took my lick and didn't sell out I was in the bing, I didn't bail out Hoping motherf**er run and fail out Back to the top from the jail house Lace ‘em up, tie ya shoe Catch a cut, you know what pressure do [Hook] [Mystikal] Who out chea f**ing with me, huh? Tell me that I'm bout to drop that sh**, where my Pamper at? Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back I bury you co*kroaches, shoulda left me where I was at You done made that f**ing bed You done built this f**ing castle Buckwheat and his friend Alfalfa Couldn't do nothing with this little rascal I wonder licking retarded Yeah n***a what the hell Talking baby business, yeah Yeah b**h, dumb sh** Don't be f**ing with me Cause you won't get off easy I feel just like Drew Brees When they kick off football season How I cut the ref, you can't stop from bleeding Rappers betta leave me alone If they gon' keep on breathing Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna keep on eating And you keep on s**ing, and I'mma keep on skeeting n***a, you gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing n***a better keep on trucking You don't want no f**ing trouble this evening [Hook] [Lil Wayne] Uh, ain't it crazy how sh** be Thats why I flush it I got the Tommy gun with the drum Thats percussion I just popped a couple pain pills, self destruction I made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing I pistol whip you pussies, knock her out Robitussin Ran up in your house, k**ed everybody, no discussion Rep, that muthaf**ing red flag like a Russian Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a thrasher We kissed, I lit her a** up than I ashed her No hard feelings, no card dealing, but I shuffle my queen Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car My Mary in a jar I'm food, I let the haters add a little salt Thats cool, I do it for all the n***as that try And all the b**hes I've f**ed, and all my n***as that died Tunechi [Hook]