What you niggaz know 'bout this. I'ma get the spot jumpin' on some all-out shit. Making all my thug niggaz wanna call out shit. Snatch ya bitch and have ya on some fall-out shit. You lil' niggaz is targets. Too hard to figure who triggers he dodgin'. Call your sergeant weezy baby cause an arson. Tell the fire marshall call the squadron. Me I'm quite alright off from dodgers. Pack your paper bitch I went back for your pardon. I done hung with the brothers from. Hollygrove come for the summer. Them shotties blow bodies go from the numbers ya hear me. No sweat to me this is easy. Cuz all the help I squeeze it and please it. I reps new york young fly sinatra. Yeah apply the hatin' I supply the docks now. Hook. Ta3:. Treal;. you lines crack homie I gotcha. You tryna get out without a scratch homie I gotcha. Yep and I shot ya. Yep and I wrote ya. Yep and we gotcha. Yep now it's over. (repeat). Verse 2. Treal:. I tell 'em get off my dick you niggaz can't fuck with me. It's lil' wayne and company. You come at me wrong just another r.I.p. song. One time equals three bubba black be home. Matter fact I'm on whoever want it come on. Come on come on baby let's see bone tone. Bootleg ya knuckle blade come outta ya leg. Have the whole block mad like you killed cornbread. Fuck the feds and you can tell 'em what I said. Fuck a rat and you can smell 'em when they dead. I tell it like it is. We used to have to spend the whole day choppin' up. And now we sell it like it is. We sell it out the fridge. We wrap 'em up in baby strollers and. I know a bitch with 17 kids. So fuck you ain't feelin' me. I'm a cash money millionaire literally. Fuck y'all. Hook. Verse 3. Ta3 &treal:. :. It's like when them rain clouds was above. You couldn't pay anybody to show a nigga love. But now I'm gettin' dug by the real juvenile thugs. On the island with them toothbrushes comb'll stab slugs. The roughneck types call oxes deuce-deuces. Don't know what the definition of truce is. To lose it nigga you stupid. I'm wit' a movement so ruthless the. O.g.'s with stripes'll feel like they got blue shit. Lil' wayne:. Yo stunna and I'm fuckin' with gunna. I'm hot like I'm fuckin' the summer or bun in a oven. Thou who cometh shall be punished. Dead gone run this. Up in this year ay young co' I had to switch my image. Need to presidate the more folkers don't percentage. Him and his politicians they got sentenced. Whoever in here not strapped they not with me yeah. Hook