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[Intro] I'm a
political refugee Thats how the
fuck I
felt [Birdman Chorus] Birds for the
summer Hummers for the
runners Candy on the
paint 9
for the
thunder Throw a
couple hundreds Fishing on a
fishtail With big money shit, cash money errwhere High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real nigga from the
start Head hunting, price on a
nigga tab Hit 'em up, for playing with a
nigga male [Mystikal] Niggas say I'm better than Beethoven To the
beat that I
rap over Stay outta that medicine cabinet Yeah, thats what they told me They giving us piss test, cause we stay rolling And know a
nigga act better than a
.45 caliber pistol when they loaded They penalize us, tryna slow us down They constantly fucking us up Thats why we're buck wild Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo When you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbeque How the
fuck you gon' watch my house But don't wanna live on my street The
ape man told Tarzan “how the
fuck you better than me?” Rap I
run that rock, and got a
jump shot Who we got wife, up in that white house I
took a
look and didn't sell out I
was in the
building and didn't bail out Hoping muthafucker didn't fail out Back to the
top from the
jail house Nigga, lace 'em up, tie ya shoe Catch a
cut, we know what pressure do [Birdman Chorus] [Mystikal] Who out c'here fucking with me, huh? tell me that I'm bout to drop that shit, where my pamper at? Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back I
bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I
was at You dun made that fucking bed You dun built this fucking castle Buck wheat and his friend alfalfa, can't do nothing with this little rascal Yeah nigga what the
hell Talking baby business, yeah Don't be fucking with me Cause you wont get off easy I
feel just like Drew Brees When they kick off football season How I
cut the
ref, you can't stop it from bleeding Rappers betta leave me 'lone if they gon' keep on breathing Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna keep on eating And you keep on sucking, and I'mma keep on skeeting You gon be the
one bussing or be the
one fleeing You better keep on trucking Ain't no muthafucker trouble this evening [Birdman Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Uh, ain't it crazy how shit be Thats why I
flush it I
got the
Tommy gun with the
drum Thats percussion I
just popped a
couple pain pills, self destruction I
made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing I
pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion Rep, that muthafucking red flag like a
Russian Yeah, look, I
told her baby I'm a
thrash her We kissed, I
lit her ass up then I
ashed her No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I
shuffle my queen Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the
car My Mary in a
jar I'm food, I
let the
haters add a
little salt Thats cool, I
do it for all the
niggas that try And all the
bitches I've fucked, and all my niggas that died Tunechi [Birdman Chorus]
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