BM J.R.

(album: Tha Carter - 2004)

Yeah shorty you know what I'm talking about
I'm peeping these niggas out there slipping, looking like
They ain't 'bout money no more man, so uh fuck
You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doing ha nigga
We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot more and say fuck 'em nigga
Keep buying shit, keep fucking hoes
Loading up on more bitches
Then you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never getting full
I'm full-blooded with this grind
Yeah they don't understand little nigga

Murder capital only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real
And niggas know I go hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got 'em playing dodge ball with bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully
In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy
Ha, we hit 'em up while they're looking
And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him
Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em
Knock his top to his bottom jack
Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom
Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map
Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at
You gotta wear your extra condom and a extra gat
Your bitch can get it for acting like a man
And niggas in Pakistan ain't packing like your man
I backwards hand your man on command
In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan
I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates
Ducking the animal keeper running with my primates
You ain't did it 'til you done it like in five states
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more
Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par
What the fuck they play it in the club for
Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war
No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive 'em for they know not who they're pushing Lord
Father forgive me if I have to send 'em to you Lord
I'm just trying dodge the shots they send to the God
They're riding up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggas pussy and jive
Not even in a eye exam, they ain't looking for I
The A and the K will make your face crook to the side
Now when you're smiling everybody gotta look from the side
'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking you're just looking high
And when we're hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard
Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit buster
What up, Gizzle? You're my distant brother
Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother
I skip the fronting and stick to keeping it trill
You not know me for nothing other I'm something other
Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills
My speeches can kill, rest in peace

Yeah, you under-dig, shorty? It's all about one thing nigga
If you're 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us
If you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga
And whatever you're 'bout, we're 'bout it
However you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga
All runners, bitch, you under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga
Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll

You sleep in the field for trying the dude
I'll bust your head to the meat turn your mind to food
Food for thought, think I ain't lying to you
I lie his body in grease, set fire to 'em
I tie his body in sheets put the tires to 'em
Make 'em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades
Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze
And niggas keep their ways when I'm in the streets with blay what!
My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate
And if I ask the homeboy'll eat your face, yeah!
And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways
When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days
Birdman talk to 'em

Yeah nigga, I tell 'em, I'll tell 'em again shorty
If it ain't 'bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga

Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
You play hard and I'm gravel like ground dog
I'm underground, call me groundhog
Lay down laws, call the ground law
Don't confuse me with the law, naw
But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R
I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga
With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga
Flip your vehicle, split your windshield
Whack your baby momma but I'll let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still
'Cause the little nigga still ride on big wheels
You're feeling animal then come on and get killed
The Sig peel bandannas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana
In my Cabana with my bottom bitch from Savannah
Man a train couldn't stop you man
I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land
I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana
That's the new plan

Yeah nigga, you're 'bout some money get at me nigga
That's the only way
Dumb shit we're 'bout that get at me you under-dig
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga