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Run it. What? What? Okay, let's cut the crap. I'm straight gangsta, forget the rap. I only stick with that 'cause my motto is See me flip the crack. And I'm quick to Click and switch the gat. I be dipped in Black. Sip the Coke mixed with Jack, Cali coke Clipped to match like... Man, cash drippin' that, Point niggas out. 'Cause right now I'm full of That spinach that'll knock Lennox out. The MAC-10 is out, as well as the gauge And the pump. You turn a page on the Newspaper, see my face in the front. I lock it down for all my niggas that Still cage or the dump. So if I come, Nigga, just save me a blade and a pump. I'm raised in the slum with a bag full. Unlike no other, I'm real gunner like Bad Boys. Stash O's in the trunks of my trash hoes. I flash dough at the laws when they pass Slow. I mash low in a stolen hot RAV4. The MAC blow bullet holes where my cash flow. Is that so? I don't think you realize what's Happening, dog. That lil' boy is about to come 'round here blasting at y'all. And if you don't get to hell when swerving By, that's your issue, Lord bless you, you deserve Die. which one of these niggas playing with me? I'ma strap up and slam his parents free. When I blast bullets spit faster than MC Hammer Beats. I be damned if he get a chance To sleep. I clamps the magazine to my son And cut his family tree. I flash the piece at your lil' woman and Make her dance for me. Then jam the freak With a broom blood leak from her panty tree. There be some explanation for this insanity. Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy filling the Blank. Now give me the dank. Niggas claim they want war, well, I suggest you Live in a tank. What you came in the Bank? Come home and find your wig in the Sink. I dig in the bank and pull out Eighty, then cruise to Haiti. For fifty G's, I get ten keys and straight Out wait it. lock my area down, don't even Ask these hoes. They know Weezy got more white Than the Backstreet Boys. Never catch me unpacked without the plastic toys. It get drastic for niggas asking for... What? Weezy, nigga. What? Weezy, nigga. What? Weezy, nigga. What? nigga. What? I don't think you realize what's happening, Dog. That lil' boy is about to come 'round Here blasting at y'all. And if you don't get to hell when we Swerving by, that's your Lord bless you, You deserve to die. I hope y'all niggas understand that I ain't playing Or joking. Bust shots, make you think the Grand Canyon open. Leave a buster bandana smoking from hot Hollows. Me and my niggas whip your coke and Cop pot hoes. Two pistols, Desperado gun buster. Pump one under your chest and knock a lung From ya. Bung under the killers and duck the Pigs. All about where diamonds shine and our trunks Are big. And nigga, I don't really care if I don't sell a million quick. 'Cause right now I quit and go and sell A million bricks. I sticks to what I love That's the street. And stay away from what I Hate and that's police. And I keep a trigger somewhere on me to Start blowing. And leave a nigga somewhere lonely With his heart showing. And we all knowing that Weezy have never been fake. The metal will spray and let the bullets tear Up your face. Who? It's Weezy, nigga. What? It's Weezy, nigga. What? Weezy, nigga. What? Lil' Weezy, nigga. What? I don't think you realize what's happening, Dog. That lil' boy is about to come 'round Here blasting at y'all. And if you don't get to hell when we Swerving by, that's your issue, Lord bless you, You deserve to die. I don't think you realize what's happening, dog. That lil' boy is about to come 'round here Blasting at y'all. And if you don't get to Hell when we swerving by, that's your issue, Lord bless you, you deserve to die. Said, I think you realize what's happening, Dog. That lil' boy is about to 'round here Blasting Weezy, nigga. Weezy, nigga. Don't tangle with nigga. It's time to step down, you hear What I'm Saying?