[Intro: Jamie Foxx, Lil Wayne, Lil Jon & DJ Drama]

Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

We been out here

Gangsta, Gangsta Gri-zillz!

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Quality street music! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Never 'bout a bitch, it's 'bout a check, my nigga

Never 'bout the bitch, about to check my nigga, that's my nigga!

Make me do construction in your section, nigga

Rari' doin' donuts, that's my breakfast, nigga

Okay, you got soldiers, I got veterans, nigga

And I got that white like One Direction nigga, Kesha, nigga

Only God can judge you, I must sentence you to death, my nigga

Yeah, and you are not a topic in my section, nigga

Math teacher taught me how to count my fucking blessings, nigga

Got married to the fucking mob when I met it, nigga

Everybody cried at my motherfucking wedding, nigga

Everybody 5 in my motherfucking section, nigga

Hoodybaby 6, so numbers lying in my sections, nigga

Still got them Bloods, like a vessel nigga, that's right, nigga

Tell a blind nigga, "Watch your step, my nigga"

Left-right, nigga, whoa, I let my niggas glow

My niggas don't speak, "Bap, bap, bap", quote, un-quote

Never had cold feet, stepping out moving snow

Cut the heads off the sheep and sit 'em all around the GOAT

O-M-W, BMW, N-E-W

I got that R-A-W, for the L-O-W

That's non-refundable, that's L-A-W

And we hate deductibles, like police hate untouchables

They see me in a car then they F-O-L-L-O-W

I drive S-L-O-W, with that B-L-O-W

I like it very colorful when it come to my jungle juice

I'm out here yelling "Fuck a truce!"

If he gon' act like Mother Goose, whoa

It's never 'bout the kids, about the pets, my nigga, no

It's right between the ears, above the neck, my nigga, whoa

It's very quiet, when you hear the weapons, nigga, shh

They verify you by your dental records, nigga

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[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]

Fuck the city up, and I got the glizzy tucked (Baow!)

Dick hanging from the mop, look like a billy club

Fliest niggas from the city, bitch, that's really us (geah!)

You pussies talking, boo! boo! boo!, now you really fucked

Ridin' in the range with Maine, we switch lanes (Maine!)

With my bottom bitch, walked the beach in Biscayne (Rrah!)

Real P shit, that's that M.O.B. shit

Look at me now, these pussies said I wasn't gon' be shit (Ah!)

Yeah, got a homie named Trel from Hoover, he might shoot you

Red rag hangin' out my right pocket, but I'll blues you (Doot!)

When them roosters touch down

We make them bitches cock-a-doodle (Woo-woo!)

Take a shot at me over a beat, bitch, I'ma shoot you

Got a bitch named Vicky, she pretty, she keep me stiffy

Glock .40 in her purse, don't tempt me, her finger itchy (Ayy)

She ride so I keep her with me, she shy, but not with that glizzy

She high from hittin' the blizzy, eyes red like Trippie (Trippie!)

Hoody rollin' up, that boy smoke like a hippie (Hippie!)

Fill my double cup up with mud, that's right, I'm sipping

Yeah, retarded with it, I just might be the hardest with it

And you a rat, you be politickin' with the Sarge, Lieutenant

Fuck all you bitches! Gudda!

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah