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Sangtekst: Birdman. 5 * Stunna. Make Way.

[Chorus - Lil Wayne] X2
Hey
See me point the gun at y'all, me no play
Me come for murder them on the cowboy way
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way, me make way
Oh no, me flow so dark and me hat so low
Me never ever ask to become solo
Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold
Me so cold
(Me come and say)

[Verse 1 - Fat Joe]
Here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man
Shame what the MAC will do, K's spit faster
I make a ass of you, save the theatrics
Watch like a quarter mill', chain like double that
I ain't got to talk about the half up in the duffle bag
Stunna my brother, Weezy Wee the syndicate
Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we nigga rich
I'll yellow bottle your face in, trust me
Look at all the shit I be talking and no one touch me
Pray and pray for my downfall, B.I.G. said it
So I made it rain till it poured
Speak from the heart, this emotional rap
Catch feelings when you hear me, I'm supposed to do that
Crack!
A G what the streets done made me
And the only language I speak is fuck you pay me
Bitch

[Chorus] X1

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Bad up, bad man no take my daughter
Hear gunshot army don't make my card
I'ma fear no man, I'ma fear no one

I'm in a real life slum when I get the gun
We don't fear our target, we eat in the car
These crackers soldier, in a meni minar
I'm a Babylon gangster, Hollygrove hustler
You don't look familiar, roofers done kill you
Gun shots will open up two bucks and then drill you
Jump off my wheel and then the mailman will kill you
Eating all that, the Almighty One to heal you
And meet me in a jungle with them lions, a killer

[Verse 3 - Birdman and Lil Wayne]
[Birdman]
Gangster, gangster, that's what we yelling
Shoot him in his head and make his bitch go and tell them
We in the hood, getting money, we swelling
Bigger than life, you know it's the cheaper price
Bigger the stripes, you know that we do it tonight
We getting it right, we planning to hit, then flight
We know the rules nigga, live by none
Get it by none, bitch I kill for my son

[Lil Wayne]
Gangsters don't live that long
That's why we got to party everyday like Frank came home
And it's hard for me to say that my heart ain't yearning
To walk up in a church and believe the sermon
But instead I spoke up and relieve the burning
Hoping that He understands my reasons for it
Naw, I ain't evil, I'm equal
And nigga I ain't sweet, motherfucker I'm diesel

[Chorus]