[Paparue]
Original roughnecks, hear {laughing}
Check!
[Paparue(Hook 2x)]
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
[Lil' Wayne]
Look, it's little rhymecholy
Legendary like Bob Marley
17 ward superstar, feel me
I tell ya shorty, million dollar n***a
Don't test, cause lil' shorty is a rider, n***a
Got my click behind me.. every step of tha way
Hit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your face
I'm a bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out!
I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills
You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiousity k**s
Send chills up my trigga finger, blast tha dummy
'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta have tha money
Take tha hit, even if it's below tha average money
Got to make it through tha week, and feed my family uppy
I'm just a lil' thug, what
Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what
And police don't even matter, they can s** what
Tha price right if I catch ya slippin', n***a, what what.. what
(Hook)
[Mannie Fresh]
Eeh, what, what
What, you think I'm scared?, cause of tha threats that you sendin' me?
Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who k**ed Kennedy
I hear you tellin' people 'bout tha people you done
But look, everytime I bump into to ya, you all about fun
What made you bring a knife to a gun fight... now that's not right!
Why your b**h-a** even showed up tonight?
n***a, we use ta kick it like Tai Bo
I don't know.. what made you go sideshow, turn jive who*e
Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low
We use ta split chicken.. ride ta Texas and back
I drive tha rental car while you drive tha Cadillac
Shakin' like a pair of hot dice
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcements, and police
n***as turn like fake gold.. sell they soul
Treat'cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold!
9-karat 44's, and Calicos
Keep a clean nose
And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes
(Hook)
[Baby]
n***a outta line, get smoked
I don't kidd, or joke
f**in' with my B.G., off top I'm goin' broke
I don't play with these n***as
I get.. low down and dirty
And have n***as' brains coverin' tha ground
I'm tha number-one stunter, you don't want my trouble
I'll have four n***as in your hood in my hummer
I'm from back in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change
[B.G.]
Ya get a whole thing for ten, n***a, tha price tha same
[Baby]
My money long, within the runway at a airport
I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hoes love my grill, hoes love my crib
[B.G.]
These hoes just love tha way that.. Baby live
[Baby]
But I'm a thug-a** n***a, arms full of some tats
Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back
You don't want funk with me.. I don't think you do, n***a
[B.G.]
We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew
[Baby]
What! b**h....
(Hook 4x)
{fading out begins in 4th}