Tác giả : Juvenile
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(lil' wayne) 
I strike a load 
You get served like we toke with 
Fake busta get smoked with 
Aproach it 
I explode it 
Unload it 
Reload it 
Unload again 
And pull another left hand 
Fifty shots to win 
I can't lose its impossible 
Plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin' you 
I be 'bout strings hittin' the beef gigga head 
Then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet 
Jet 
Off the scene with the uptown fighter 
Red dot sighters 
All week night flighters 
I'm a get ya', when ya' least expect it 
Cock the glock jacket 
A vest can't protect it 
Boy, is ya' ready 
I'll leave yo' set wetted 
Slugs flyin' high, got yo' body real heavy 
You can't move, ya' got buff 
Now your stuck 
Left wayne on the set, and yo' boys to pick you up 
Out cold 
Head swoll 
Eyes closed 
I know for sure 
You ain't gon' test me no more 
Yo' block tore 
Yo' family in black clothes 
You got blowed 
And in ya chest is many holes 
This goes 
For lataranza elmo 
I show 
How uptown niggas roll 
Ya' big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya 
Automatic, black chopper trigger pullin' 
That's how we be 
Loadin' clips then release 
Eight deep 
In the three-hundred e 
Leather seats 
And in the trunk artillery 
Up the streets 
Where i started sure ain't for me 
The b.g. 
That's the name i go by 
Test me 
You die s kangol y 
Hide out 
At the club, slide out 
Ride out 
Yo' block 'bout to die out 
Move ya' people 
I'm burnin' down the whole streets 
The night creepers 
'bout to heat our enemies 
Lights off masks on, creep silense 
Lights gone 
We done left yo' block wired 
Retaliate 
Wait 
No your not boy 
'cuz i'm a hot boy 
Nine milli cock boy 
Chopper gunnin' 
Hoes scared of slugs, runnin' 
Start movin', me and juve (juvenile) e be comin' 
 
(juvenile) 
We left yo' brain sick 
Up with a chopper (a.k. 47) splittin' the bricks 
A young black crucifix 
Up in the dirt i be knockin' dicks 
Smooth and beretically, my pockets 
Rocket 
To six figures 
And polverizin' niggas 
Pullin' 
A.k.'s and two triggers 
My potn's stand on the side of me 
They only come out at night 
Them deamons got me on a flight 
Duck tapin' and takin' life 
Or even worse 
It could be three o'clock, on a sunday by church 
Yo' brains might have to burst 
You shouldn't have fucked with me first 
Since them bullets was cappin' 
Adam's apples i'm scoutin' 
Got richer penintentiary ward 
For the national guard to come get 'em 
Very seldom do you see me, when you do 
What do you do 
Bust back, better be a head shot 
If not it's you 
I'm comin' around the corner 
'bout to pulla meatball on ya' 
Purses like a coat 
And them houses in calico 
Me and lil turk heard of a merger 
On a murder 
Fifty g's (grand) on his head 
What ht  fuck did you said 
Fifty g's (grands) for sure 
That nigga live next door 
Call the man 
Let the sucker plan 
Look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask 'em don't say no more 
A hot boy representin' this bitch like black and moe 
 
(turk) 
I start to poppin' 
Niggas start to droppin' 
I'm havin' fatal thoughts,i think i'm fuckin' shell shockin' 
Niggas bangin' 
Four-five ringin' 
In my ear, i'm not scared 
'cuz i'm a solja and solja's have no fuckin' fear 
In my sleep at night 
I'm seeing war fights 
Wakin' up thinkin' that a nigga took my fuckin' life 
Unnecessary shit 
Mind clickin' like a light switch 
To pick you up on any nigga or any bitch 
Don't give a fuck 
Steady bangin' and dodgin' 
Camoulflagin' 
With the mack alive and 
Don't have time for these dog hoes 
Goin' through a stage with that chop (chopper) and that four-four 
 
(juvenile) 
What's this shit i hear 'bout you boys potna's in crime 
If that's true i'll punish you bitches for the last time 
Now you gon' shine? 
Let me put somethin' on ya' mind 
Lil' cowards takin' hits 
And protecting shit 
It's a for sure thang 
I'm a brang 
Or i'm a wet ya 
Best to be 'bout yo' business, if not, god bless ya 
Look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn't strong 
That's when we do ya wrong 
They both come and they gone 
Off-toppers 
I'm a get with you and ya' potna's (patners) 
T.c., l.d., and williard street with choppers 
Drama hittin' a niggas cash 
We play it right though 
I'm comin' to get a niggas ass 
Like i'm them white folks 
Look, better be 'bout it 
If not better be rowdy 
It's all in yo' mind, ha? 
You gon' shine, ha? 
I doubt it