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BM J.R.

Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin' bout'

I peepin' these niggaz out here they slippin' like they ain't bout

Money no more man, so what fuck, you know what we gon' do ha?

We gon' do what we been doin' nigga, we gon' load up,

Get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em', nigga

Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes, loading' up on mo' bitches

Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga

I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grindI got it

I got itMurder Capitol, only key to survive is kill

If the elements don't murder you, tha Rydahs will, fa real

And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest, get involved

And I got em' playin' dodge ball wit bullets

Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean John hoodie

Get fucked ya play pussy

Haa, we hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'

And tha body shots hurt but tha head shots took em'Damn and if tha red dot spot em' then tha hollow-head got em'

Knock his tops to his bottom Jack, yea

Ya see we grind from the bottom just to make it to da bottom

At the very bottom of da map, Louisiana

Piranhas, every where you at, you gotta wear a extra condom and a

Extra gat, ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man and niggaz in

Pakistan, impactin' on ya man, I backed his hand

Ya man on command in fronta niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fanI'm on hot, I adjust in different climates

Stuck in a animal, keep runnin' wit my prime mates

You ain't did it 'til you done it like in fives states

Weezy-hustle, no blubber, I put on weight

And in a drought I go on a diet and stretch more

Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks

You'nt even come up to a nigga chest

Pause-up, paw, what tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?Real Shit I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war

No religion but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law

Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord

Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord

I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da God

They ridin' up high way to Heaven BoulevardDamn, dem niggaz pussy and jive, not even in tha eye exam

They ain't lookin' fa I, fa A and a K

I'll make ya face crook to tha side

Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from tha side.

'Cuz when you wilin' you ain't lookin' you jus lookin' high

And when we hungry, you look like pie

Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard

Cherry jelly, don't make me get tha biscuit busta, yeahWhat up chizzle? You my distant brotha

Real shit nigga, same father different motha, shit

I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill

You not know me fa nothin' otha

I'm somethin' otha than people you feel

I'm deeper fa real

I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill

Rest in peaceYeah, you underdig, shorty it's all about one thing nigga

If you bout money nigga come fuck with us

If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga

And whatever you bout we bout it

However you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga

Order bitch, ya underdig, put ya prints in nigga

Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and let's roll

Let me get it back, hey, heyYou sleep in a field fa tryin' a dude

I'll bust ya head to da meat

Turn ya mind 2 food, food fa thought

Think, I ain't lyin' to you

I'll lie his body in grease, set fire to em'

I'll tie his body in sheets, put tha tires to em'

Make em' feel tha escalade

Put his feet in tha bladesDamn, I'm tha heat in tha blaze and niggaz keep they ways

When I'm in tha streets wit Blake, watch

My nigga hungry, he'll eat tha plate

And if I ask tha homeboy, he'll eat ya face, yeah

And tho' he got me, you can ask

I'm like a pool table, I keep tha 8

My side pocket, side wayz, when I pop it

Leave a nigga side wayz, fa five days, bird man talkYeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty

If it ain't about money

Get all the fuck from round us

Fuck dat, I'm comin' bak gurlCheck my swag, I travel light, sound dog, you play hard

And I gravel like ground dog, I'm under ground call me ground hog

Lay down laws call me ground law but don't confuse me wit da law

Naw, but just confuse me wit my paw because I am the Birdman J.R.

I ain't trippin' nigga, I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga

Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga, rip a nigga, flip ya vehicle

Split ya windshield, whack ya baby mama

But I let tha kid liveAnd people say that I am a kid still, 'cuz tha lil' nigga

Still ride on big wheels, you feelin' animal then

Come on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas like bananas

Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a weekend in Havana

In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah

Man a train couldn't stop ya man, I'm man up and you not a man

I stand up, say I got my land, I'm tha man of my land

Call it Lil' Weezyana, that's tha new planYeah nigga, you 'bout some money get at me nigga

Thats the only way

Dumb shit we bout that get at me

Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga

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