HIT EM UP 


[Verse 1]
 I tried to talk to him
 Quit talkin, I'ma hang ya by your tongue, Yea
 Any motormouth could get hung high
 We don't fuck wit niggaz like fungi
 We don't even hear ya
 Hollerin bullshit nigga quit the diaherra
 Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
 Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess
 Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless
 You can leave out here armless, no homies
 Honest, you niggaz is harmless
 I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be)
 Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him
 Don't get close to him
 Shootouts and nothin but rock n roll to him
 Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood
 'Nother murder, 'Nother page out the notebook
 It ain't nothin it don't make it if you no good
 I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to
 
[Chorus]
 Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
 I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was tryna be calm
 But, uh, that chopper Rrrot, put his head in his arms
 And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
 
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
 I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose
 He had too much talkin, not enough Deuce'
 I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
 
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
 I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up
 I ain't even wanna hit 'em but I hit 'em up [Gun shot]
 I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
 
[Verse 2]
 Y'all take them shoes off your teeth
 Stop runnin your mouth
 No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth
 I'll come to your house, me and my goons
 Loadin up bangers, ridin under the moon
 Throwin up fingers sayin "My side rule"
 If a nigga disagree, that's when my side prove
 That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed fool
 And I'm "in it like Bennet" hoe, aren't I cool
 But if that thermostat switch and that needle move
 Then the attitude switch and the heat'll move
 I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool
 Me the disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe
 Swallow the truth, belch reality
 How does it taste, Pie to your face, You a bitch nigga
 All pussy, stop comin out your lips nigga
 I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to
 
[Chorus]
 
[Verse 3]
 Real talk boy, chill wit the talk boy
 That tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boy
 Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy
 Start with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone boy
 Wit your friends, to carry you alone
 To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone
 Fuck discussion, I ain't in to it boy
 I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy
 Big uzi, tissue the boy
 I'm inside lookin out, you just an intruder boy
 You need sooches on your smooches boy
 But, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to
 
[Chorus]
 

HIT U UP 

(feat. Hot Boys)
 
[Turk]
 Come on, come on
 Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
 I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks
 Niggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them K's spark
 Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggas
 Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggas
 How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
 Niggas ain't fightin' no more - niggas bustin' your head
 Sendin' you to your grave - it's do or die, cousin
 Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
 They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
 Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks
 Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
 You get hit, that's on you, my nigga - you're outta luck
 You're stuck like chuck - wodie, you're assed out
 That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth
 Get erased, my nigga (my nigga)
 Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga)
 No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga)
 Fled the scene - so you have no case, my nigga- -case, my nigga
 Look here: you can play if you wanna get down
 Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found
 
[Hook (B.G.)]
 We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
 We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
 
[Juvenile]
 I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my grave
 Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
 Must was meant for me to be thuggin' - I stay in some beef
 Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets."
 I can't help - I draw attention; they be fuckin' with me
 I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
 A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!"
 Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east
 Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself
 In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
 I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
 My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up
 Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's
 Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed
 All they understand is my project English
 And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis
 
[Hook-4x (B.G.)]
 We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 
[B.G.]
 I run the streets 'cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark
 You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain't no fear in my heart
 I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
 I'll even go K for K with ya - now make your choice
 Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga
 Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga
 Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas
 Momma upset - can't even go on and grievin', nigga
 Nothin' change - I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas
 Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas
 And empty a hundred out that K
 Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me
 I've been in the game - niggas know what I'm 'bout
 So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
 If you wanna be another number, my nigga
 Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga
 
[Hook (B.G.)]
 We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
 Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Hello, world
 I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
 Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
 Pop some in your dreadlocks - What? Me not no rookie, boy
 Glock cookin', boy
 I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
 Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'
 Spark or lace somethin'
 Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'
 Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America
 And in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible
 If I live to be old, it's a miracle
 'cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical
That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
 Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
 Don't blame me, society changed me
 You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
 Cut off lights, we masked riders
 The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
 With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch
 
[Hook (B.G.)]
 We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (Ooohh!)
 (Did you see that?)
 We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 (Did you see that?)
 We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 Boy, look,
 We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
 Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
 
[B.G. (talking)]
 Nigga - we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
 We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'
 And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga
 Let 'em burn, nigga
 Let 'em burn, nigga
 B.Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer
 

HOES 


[Chorus]
 Hoes! Lets just talk about Hoes!
 Can we talk about Hooooooeeeeesss Hooooooeeeeesss!
 [Repeat]
 
[Mannie] "Lets Go"
 
[Verse 1]
 You got to talk like a pimp whats good mommee
 you knew betta you threw betta who betta than
 that nigga with the crisp. White tee icy white
 sneaks jeans to a betta you do betta gettin yo ass
 out off up in that coupe bitch. See yo ass on that new
 leather and recupe bitch. Its only me you bitch on
 our way to the stoop. I'm that birdman junior you ain't
 know and don't give me that silly bullshit about you ain't
 hoe. I move ya to my city put yo ass in ya 1-0. I have ya
 lookin pretty at the half knock at the do. And gucci don't
 fit you like it's suppose to be in pictures, I computer love
 baby Wayne ya change your image. You need Weezy them other
 boys just gimics. Me I'm just game, green and straight physics
 is you wit it (Yeah)I ain't even tryin to hit it. I ma get it
 once its time to get it. Lets talk about
 
[Chorus]
 
[Verse 2 (Mannie)]
 I got this rat name Shelly dat loves Makaveli
 Number 5 combo meals its bad she K-Y jelly. Our
 old school shorty still drinkin 40's. Grab the mic
 start a fight,fuck up the whole party. Maybe you
 should leave, just yo weave thats velcro hell no bitch
 go wit Steve. Got this lead singer bitch from a popular
 group I would say her name but she bought me a coupe. Got
 this poor hoe Shonna swear like Marijuana she dig lil wayne
 but she love the big tymers. Got pretty gurl Patrice found out
 Im fuckin her niece she tried to stab her so I grab her and we
 call the police. Mr. Officer, dat bitch den lost it bra she goin
 to jail oh well, I be fuckin her. See two dykes, spanish twins nuts
 press on they chin, will we go belly low well nigga that depends
 
[Chorus]
 
[Verse 3]
 I got old school bitches and new school hoes
 female basketball players with cornroles and i'on
 like short haired girls no not really if I do she got to
 look like the old halle berry or the broke toni braxton
 or first lil kim but i still take hood rats and work with
 them. I put yo ass in a jag and I got jerk ya quick. Give ya ass
 a lil game if you smerk you in. I am pimp not a simp like ice in
 my drink and I don't think twice or blink cuz Im focus rollin in
 the whitest mink like im polar bear yeah let down my hair Get jazzy
 on a bitch like Fred Astaire rose gold in her face get'em red as glare
 My bentley plum my mercedes pear. I am lookin for a freak momma take me
 there Yeah
 
[Chorus repeat 3x's]
 
[Weezy Talkin]
 

HOLD UP 

bitch i'm me american gangster
weezy f baby born in the manger
trouble is my friend i ain't foreign to danger
clip full of rings turn you boys into angels
shoot ya in your halo, shoot ya like halo
new orleans a-hole, frio, fuego
all about my bread like bagels
They know I'm raw like ?quelos?
ball like gay hoes
weed so strong it's like I twist tornadoes
spit like nines, four fifths and 3 8 oh's
n-ggas want problems well I am problematic
it's back to picking cotton cuz you n-ggas cotton candy
I'm an eastside damu, deep water shamu
shoot you from ya head to your shoulders, shampoo
kush in the bamboo, p-ssy in the bedroom
pass that b-tch down like an airloom
tunechi
hold up
hold up
wait a minute
hold up
hold up
we hustle till night fall party till sunlight
guns in the boxes, don't make this a gunfight

HOT REVOLVER 

Songwriters: Armstrong, Billie; Carter, Dwayne; Lyon, Andre Christopher; Mccoy, Travis L; Mcginley, Matthew; Pritchard, Michael; Valenzano, Marcello Anton; Wright, Frank;Young mullah, baby
Umm, young mullah, baby

She says, do you have the time
To listen to me whine
She askin' who's on the other line?
You diss me every time

I tell 'em, baby I'm a star
Shit, I'm above a star
And now I done got so high
I did forgotten who you are
(Are, are)

Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Ah ah
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Ah ah

I'm in love with you
But I can't be with you
Tomorrow I'll be back
Up on the first flight
Right up out of town

Young mullah, baby

Hop back in my spaceship
Girl, I gotta drop your ass off
(Oh oh eh eh)

Last night, yeah we were spaced girl
You love it, girl, I gotta take off
(Oh oh eh eh)
'Cause Imma be here next week
So call your company and take off
Oh oh oh, yeah oh oh eh

'Cause she say, "Wayne, Wayne"
So she got me all impatient
Cry me a river
I can hear my conscious
While I say aloud

Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself

You're like a hot revolver
(Hot revolver)
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself

And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone

I told her, I can be with her
But I can't be with her
As much as she like me to
She like me too much
That's the problem

Oh my God, then Shorty be whillin'
And when I say I got to leave
You wouldn't believe
All of the things that she'll do
And all of the things
That she'll say to make me stay
And I be like, 'Damn'

I'll be back someday
But she wanna go with me
To outer space
So we made love in the Milky Way
And then I send her on her way

Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself

You're like a hot revolver
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself

And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone

HOW TO HATE 

[Verse 1: T-pain]
 She owes me everything and she knows it
 I've seen all the scenes in seen this movie, and she blows it at the end
 She keeps talking to me, cuz she knows that I'm a friend
 But I can't keep hearing it over and over again
 I was the one that you came to when you broke up with your boyfriend
 Man, fuck him
 Girl I was the one, that told you fuck them other niggas
 And you still fucked them other niggas
 Most people learn from the bad things
 I hope that you learn
 And don't crash and burn in the fast lane
 But if you read this letter then you caught me
 This should explain all the ways that you taught me
 
[Hook: T-Pain]
 How to hate a bitch
 That owe you everything
 At least a wedding ring
 Moving on to better things
 So don't you call me talking bout them other fools
 I'm not good enough for you
 I thought that we was cool
 If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen
 I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches
 
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
 And I don't love them hoes
 But don't fuck up with wayne cuz when it "waynes" it pours
 No really, I'm on my "fuck that bitch" shit
 You used to be the shit, but now you ain't shit, bitch
 I had a red bone, but she be tripping though
 All that bullshit is for the birds, she was pigeon-toed
 She used to always say, fuck my niggas
 And when I went to jail, she fucked my niggas
 Well, I guess I'm single for the night
 And you can sit right on my middle finger for the night
 And if I sound mad, then you caught me
 But this shit explains that you're the one that taught me
 
[Hook: T-pain]
 
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
 Coke in the ciroc
 Forgive and forget, bitch I already forgot
 I'm over the bitch, and she over the top
 They say love is the key, somebody changed the lock
 Well, and I wish I never met ya
 And I heard you're doing you, and you heard I'm doing better
 And all I had to do was put two and two together
 But that just makes four, but not four-ever, damn
 So much for being the perfect couple
 I put in overtime, I was working doubles
 I wish you the best, good luck boo
 Weezy f, for fuck you
 
[Bridge: T-pain]
 No ain't nothing going on
 Girl I'm moving on, just take your ass home
 Get away from here, girl I'm so glad you're gone
 This is the last song I'm writing for you
 Now I see how you can be
 I don't want you 'round you me
 All you do is down me girl
 How many years I tried to get ya
 Don't even text my phone when it hit ya, cuz girl?
 
[Hook: T-pain]

HOW TO LOVE 

Songwriters: Dwayne Carter;Noel Fisher;Lamar Seymour;Jermaine Preyan;Lanelle Seymour



You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever

Now you in a corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love, for a second you were here
Now you over there, it's hard not to stare the way you moving
Your body, like you never had a love, never had a love

When you is just a young'un your looks but so precious
But now you're grown up, so fly it's like a blessing
But you can't have a man look at you for five seconds
Without you being insecure

You never credit yourself so when you got older
It's seems like you came back ten times over
Now you're sitting here in this damn corner
Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder

See, you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever

Now you in a corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love, for a second you were here
Now you over there, it's hard not to stare the way you moving
Your body, like you never had a love, never had a love

You had a lot of dreams that transform to visions
The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions
But it wasn't your fault, wasn't in your intentions
You the one here talking to me, you don't wanna listen

But I admire your poppin' bottles and pimpin'
Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping
Baby, so don't be mad, nobody else trippin'
You seen a lot of crooks and crooks still crook

See, you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
See, you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever

Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love

See I just want you to know that you deserve the best
You're beautiful, you're beautiful
Yeah, and I want you to know
You're far from the usual, far from the usual

See, you had a lot of crooks
Tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love

See, you had a lot of moments
That didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love

See, you had a lot of crooks
Tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love

See, you had a lot of moments
That didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love

HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW 


[chorus]
 Yea and we smoke that kush
 That kush and we ball like swoosh
 Yea like swoosh
 Yea and we smoke that kush
 That kush and we ball like swoosh
 Yea like swoosh now how you like me now
 
[verse 1]
 Got the hog on 2-6
 Press a button watch the mothafuka do tricks
 I dont know what you on but im on some new shit
 While your bitch is on my dick like a gluestick
 I got a grill i dont got to get my tooth fixed
 The tooth fairy would retire if i lose it
 Straight out the clip thats how i spit like an oozy
 You cant find me cuz im lost in the music
 Im running this and i can jump the hurdles
 Im feelin like im racin a bunch of little turtles
 Keep a bandanna like the ninja turtles
 Im like a turtle wen i sip the purple
 
[chorus]
 
[verse 2]
 Buck 60 on the dash imma do two
 Captain crunch these niggas is fruitloops
 Thats why ur girl wanna fuk me and my group too
 And imma make her back it up like shoo shoo
 Im the birdman junior i gotta do coupes
 I hop out that mothafuka holla soowoop
 Hollygrove 17 im from the zoocrew
 You wuld think every animal in the zoo loose
 Fuk wit me im on that screw juice
 But i keep my shit together not a screw loose
 Word to my goosh boots
 Im higher then a new suit cuz we smoke that kush
 
[chorus]
 
[verse 3]
 Buck 40 on a ring that i dont really wear
 But i bet it light up the night like the city fair
 This shit aint fair i didnt have to go there
 But all this ice got me feelin like a polar bear
 Im so aware im so prepared
Im so fly ill take off into the open air
 Lift off cristal please crackers with cheese
 Nigga please we on j-e-t's
 Like Curtis martin in white and green
 Im lightin lightin light the thing
 Light the thing no reggie man
 U know i smoke that kush
 
[chorus]
 

HUSTLER MUSIK 

Songwriters: Jones, Tristan G.; Carter, Dwayne;Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one
I'ma paint da city red wit dis one
I'm ahead wit dis one
See u fuckin' wit da boys
Who tote toys way before Christmas
No assistance just

That persistence with
That commitment if
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight
I know my vibe is tight
And I deserve da throne
And if da kid ain't right
Den let me die in his songs

See I'll be ridin' just
Ridin alone'
Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'
How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king

Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfuckin'
So I be who I be, that's me
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfuckin'

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

Money iz da motivation
Facin' da avenue
Back touchin' da wall
Got da weed, got da gun

Gotta run when I hear da bird call
Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off
Swerve off
U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.

Anybody murderer
If Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of da Opera
All black, guap tent, locked in
I can let them shots out
U can't get no shots in

Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy
They call ?em Bullet Tooth
I'm like, what it do, what it do
There's a full court pressure
I'm just going for da 2

If I'm open for da 3
I'ma take it in a second
Even if there's one second
I'ma make it, it's nothin'

I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothin'
I take it for what it's worth
To da derf motherfucker
(Yea)

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

I ain't neva killed nobody I promise
And I promise if u try me
He gon' have to rewind dis track
And make me go back
Dat thing a go rrrat
Dat boy will lay flat, so flat

Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating
Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?
Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in

Got me feelin' like Scarface
Light da Cohiba, streets reply
I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high
Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons
4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up

And look I got some
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
See it's a cold world so homie bundle up
We ain't on dis grind for nothin'
Now get ya hustle up

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

Man, man this be that Hustler Musik
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo
So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo
I'm asking y'all please, please

Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik
Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo
Vibe to it yo

It's trill shit man, it's real talk man
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it

I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go
I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is
Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body
We warned the place, we here
Fuck bitches, it's young money, nigga

I AINT GONE LET EM THROW SOME D'S 

Yeahhh...
I got the 24 inches sittin on them Joe buttons,
And the trunks straight jumpin,
BITCH! I can't hear nuthin'
Though I might do Spurs sittin' on them Tim Duncan's,
And in the Lambroghini I do doughnuts like Dunkin's.
How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck em',
But I just feed em' drugs and just watch em' fuck each otha,
My neck was a hundred, and my wrist was anotha,
It make her pussy wet I leave that bitch with a puddle,
I'm a beast I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle,
Peyton Manning flow, I just go no huddle,
Baby girl gettin' straight dick, no cuddle,
You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle,
I'mma put some D's on that bitch!

And these hoe's starting to get like flea's on my shit,
Have you seen the who nina she's on my hip,
Yellow white diamonds call it cheese on em' grits,
You nigga's ain't ballin',
Real talk, you nigga's can't guard me,
Two nigga's can't guard me,
You lookin' at Jordan,
From the side like Spike at the Garden,
I got that hardest bars, call me the warden,
Excuse me pardon, I break a bitch down like Tanya Harding,
Bitch I'm cold not dude off Martin,
Pockets just fat like the Clumps and Norbit,
Bitch I'm fly like a magic carpet,
And bitch I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit,
See I'mma take it and gon' bring it back to New Orleans,
And bitch I'mma shine in the land of darkness,
In which I'mma grind til my stacks is tall as,
A wall is,
And I'm high, don't wanna know how deep the fall is,
No I can't come down,
And every time I send my girl outta town,
I put some D's on that bitch!

I'm a certified gangster,
Hater's make me nauseous, so money make me anxious,
Listen how my words are poetic like Langston,
Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston,
But I come from Hollygrove, 17 danger zone,
So many c note's I could sing a song,
T-top coupe, lookin' like a thong,
Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong,
I don't want be right if gettin high is wrong,
My eyes so low I look like I'm from Hong Kong,
Boy I got more green than a bitch of Don Juan,

Haha

Ok, I'm not a rookie I'm a pro; Methazine fiend,
Make the homies say Hoe, and make all the girlies scream,
I am a vegetarian man I only eat beats,
Wear a lot of carrots and I smoke the best green,
No beef, in my grocery bag,
Just some Swisher's and a whole bunch of cans of Whoop Ass,
I'm strapped like a bookbag,
So any one of ya'll can come on and get a foot tagged,
Eat all day,
Ride all night,
Sleep no way,
Sleep when I lay,
Six feet deep,
And until that day,
I'mma be livin' like it is that day.

I keep holdin' on,
I said bitch I been hot,
Bitch the stove been on,
If you don't like it I roll over and roll alone,
Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on,
Some cool shorts in my Corvezone,
Lookin' slicker than the lane that you bowlin' on,
If they ain't tell you I'm the shit, then they told ya wrong,
Bitch I'm bubblin' like soda foam,
In a styrofoam,
CUP,
You know what's in my styrofoam,
What,
S-Y-R-UP,
That's my car, yep vroooom...
I'm gone!