When, I come through, bustin'
Everybody on, the block be, runnin'
Got, them, things, ten a ki, hustlin'
Catch me at the shop, I will, be, there
And my prices stay low, I keep, it, there
This is all I know, it's bang bang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
Was taught that it's him or me
My shop here by the vic's
Your girly's, fuckin' back
I give it to 'em how they ask me
Believe I'm 'bout that action
Slash a buster like a fraction
Standin' on the corner with one
I see a dozen of weak jerks
Now it's time for your momma ta
order a dozen of t- shirts
shootin' 'til I jam tha clip
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about ta get ugly
Y'all better call people up
I'm about ta start shovin' my
sawed- off between your guts
Wayne 'bout ta ball people up
When it get real, they hide from me
But, all them busters 'bout ta get killed,
Man, I'm thuggin' 'til tha day I,
I'll come blow up your home
Take a few blunts to tha dome
Just me and my, flame- torch
Walked with my head down like a stranger,
Some of y'all be feminine
Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch
God damn, son of a shh! Don't speak
I cocked that, and let it go,
Your cheese, I got, ta, get, paid
no matter what, it, takes
I, was, raised, up on, that, paper
Kill- for- the- scrill was, in, my, nature
Tote M1's and keep, the, block hot
Sell raw coke to keep, my, Glock, hot
Never add taxes to, my, price, man
And if a boy play, I ride, at, night, man
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