is shade not shank u idiot.get it right b4 u say u kno tha lyrics(to marc george)

wayun is a beast.
Corey

The Real Lyrics

Weezy:
Money on my mind, fucka nigga thought
He aint even think,
He aint even see me with the pistol and the shank
Walked up to him with put the pistol to his tank,
Pussy nigga faint
Pick that pussy up, nah let him lay
Where im from I see a fuckin dead body every day
Where im from I see a fuckin dead body every day
Where im from I see a fuckin dead body every day
Hammer in the draws, hammer in draws
And yall aint nothing but nails in a wall
Posters, Holsters, empty like a muhfucka
Off my hip clip empty like a muhfucka
Ha-ha ok, simply im a burglar but
Its fly Carter
Inducted to fly Squader
Ok, simply im a muhfucka
Pimpin aint dead because im pimpin like a muhfucka
Now where ya hoe at
Wipe ya feet on the door mat
Ima bring the N.O. back
Like ima go with no back
Ima go forward
The top gone get lowered
Them hoes gone get cut like a sword, I know it
You aint gotta tell me, I already smell it
You pussy niggas eatin peanut butter and jealous
You lost (Los), like An-geles (NBA)
But you can find me in a white-tan Ellis
Just like Van Halen, Ima rock out bitch
Ima wear that glock like a fuckin outfit
I don’t care what you know, you don’t know nothing bout this
And I hope your ass choke when you suck on my dick
Weezy


Kid-Kid:
Ok, I’m strapped up
Im strapped up, downtown man he asked- straight jackets aint strapped up
And scrapping we could do
See scrapping what we do
And im like “Let me at em” -call me Scrappy Doo
After the scrap with you I aint looking stupid
You beat me too bad, bitch im coming back shootin
Fool im a fool, I do what I do
It’s like fixing broke cars- which tool ima use
The Tech or the Uz, the Mack or the Ru (Ruger)
Catch you when its just you, You like it wasn’t just you
I guess im just to real for niggas to adjust to
Fuck me? Nah, bend ova nigga- FUCK YOU
See I know what’s what, who’s who, and who is you
Move you lose
Or move an inch
You know the ligaments you could lose?
I’ll put you on the 10 o’clock news
One two, buckle ya shoes
Here come the Kid Crew
Uz gloves, Uz will fill up ya old fools (damn)
Dude using more tools than Tim from Home Improve (Home Improvement)
Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoe
Don’t play with him cause shoot, he’ll shoot!
I’m loose as a goose on that Goose
Where them hoes I’m playin Duck Duck Goose
Boy im slick like Moose
Im the truth, nigga floose
Im a murderer, Fuck Mook
Put niggas on mute like.. .. .. .. ..mhmm
Then I come back like good crack,
I am that, get that,
I spit crack, 6 shot by the 6 pack
I spit that where you spit at
I send niggas where ya kids at
Don’t worry where the Kid at nigga
Huh


Weezy:
Uptown back in it
Holly grove black menace,
Black shirt, black tennis
Black semi
I never sat in a hemi
That will offend me
Try a May Bach or a May Bach,
Bitch I got stacks, yeah paychecks on paychecks
But I still want pay back
I still don’t play that
I kill on ASAP
We don’t do shit but get money all day
Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yall way
Y M, Young Moola, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of yall say,
You want drama
Im honored
Plisse yo ass like a motha fuckin llama (ugh)
Sack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still where Red like a old 49’er
Fuckin shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F Baby bitch im hotter than Uganda

Man thiis niigga wayne so cold..

Ye aint gotta tell me I already smell it
Ya pussy niggas eatin peanut butter and jealous

idk y but whenever i hear the startin of kid kid's part the strapped up part i start laughing lol
SICK song tho omg i listened to this song like 30 times!

Lil’ Wayne

Ha-ha!
Young….Moula Baby
Ok, money on my mind, f**k a nigga thoughts
He aint even thank, he aint even seen me with tha pistol and tha shank
Walked up to him with put tha pistol to his tank, pussy nigga faint.
Pick that pussy up naw let him lay
Where im from I see a f**kin dead body every day(x4)
Hammer in them draws hammer in them draws
And yall aint nothing but nails in a wall
Bolsters, Holsters, empty like a motha f**ka
Off my hip clip empty like a motha f**ka
Ha-ha ok, simply im a burglar but its fly carter inducted to fly squader
Ok simply im a motha f**ka pimpin aint dead because im pimpin like a motha f**ka
Now where ya hoe at wipe ya feet on tha door mat ima bring in it no back like ima go with no back
Ima go forward
The top gon get lowered
Them hoes gon get cut like a a sword I kno it
Ye aint gotta tell me I already smell it
Ya pussy niggas eatin peanut butter and jealous
You’re lost, like they’re jealous
But you can find me in a white tan Ellis
Juss like Van Halen ima rock out bitch
Ima wear that glock like a f**kin outfit
I don’t care what you know, you don’t know nothing bout this
And I hope your ass choke when you suck on my dick. Weezy


Kid-Kid

Ok, I’m strapped up
Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight jackets aint strapped up
And scrappin we could do, see scrappin what we do
And im like let me at em call me Scrappy Doo
After tha scrap with u I aint lookin stupid
You beat me to bad bitch im comin back shootin
Fool im a fool, I do what I do
It’s like fixin broke cars with tools ima use
Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mag or tha Rule
Catch it when its juss you, Your like it wasn’t juss you
I guess im juss to real for niggas to adjust to
F**k me, naw bend ova nigga f**k you
See I know whats what, who is who, and who is you
Move you lose move an inch and more ligaments that you could lose
Ill put you on tha 10 o’clock news
One, two buckle ya shoes
Here come tha Kid Crew
Ooo gloves Uz will fill up your own food
Do use M02s and tell from whole and frooz
Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes
Don’t play with them cuz shoot he’ll shoot
I’m loose as a goose on that goose with them hoes
I’m playin duck duck goose boy im slick like moose
Im tha truth nigga floose im a murderer, F**k mooke
Put niggas on mute like………
Then I come back like good crack, I am that, get that, I spit crack, 6 shot by tha 6 pack I spit that where you spit that I send niggas where ya kids at don’t worry where tha Kid at nigga huh


Lil’ Wayne


Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace, black shirt, black tennis, black semi
I never sat in a hemi that would offend me
Try a maybach or a maybach, bitch I got stacks ya
Paychecks on paychecks but I still wont pay back
I still don’t play that, I kill on ASAP
We don’t do shit but get money all day
Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yall way
I am Young Moula, Young Money all day
Where tha drugs so sweet like hunny on yay
Which one of yall say I want drama im honered
Bitch yo ass like a motha f**kin llama
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still where red like an old 49er
F**k shittin on ya ill dump tha whole toilet on ya
Weezy F Baby bitch im hotter than Uganda

This song is straight up ghetto gangsta nigga

okaa;
luv it!

Omg Kid Kid killed dis!!

Young….Moula Baby
Ok, money on my mind, f**k a nigga thoughts
He aint even thank, he aint even seen me with tha pistol and tha shank
Walked up to him with put tha pistol to his tank, pussy nigga faint.
Pick that pussy up naw let him lay
Where im from I see a f**kin dead body every day(x4)
Hammer in them draws hammer in them draws
And yall aint nothing but nails in a wall
Bolsters, Holsters, empty like a motha f**ka
Off my hip clip empty like a motha f**ka
Ha-ha ok, simply im a burglar but its fly carter inducted to fly squader
Ok simply im a motha f**ka pimpin aint dead because im pimpin like a motha f**ka
Now where ya hoe at wipe ya feet on tha door mat ima bring in it no back like ima go with no back
Ima go forward
The top gon get lowered
Them hoes gon get cut like a a sword I kno it
Ye aint gotta tell me I already smell it
Ya pussy niggas eatin peanut butter and jealous
You’re lost, like they’re jealous
But you can find me in a white tan Ellis
Juss like Van Halen ima rock out bitch
Ima wear that glock like a f**kin outfit
I don’t care what you know, you don’t know nothing bout this
And I hope your ass choke when you suck on my dick. Weezy


Kid-Kid

Ok, I’m strapped up
Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight jackets aint strapped up
And scrappin we could do, see scrappin what we do
And im like let me at em call me Scrappy Doo
After tha scrap with u I aint lookin stupid
You beat me to bad bitch im comin back shootin
Fool im a fool, I do what I do
It’s like fixin broke cars with tools ima use
Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mag or tha Rule
Catch it when its juss you, Your like it wasn’t juss you
I guess im juss to real for niggas to adjust to
F**k me, naw bend ova nigga f**k you
See I know whats what, who is who, and who is you
Move you lose move an inch and more ligaments that you could lose
Ill put you on tha 10 o’clock news
One, two buckle ya shoes
Here come tha Kid Crew
Ooo gloves Uz will fill up your own food
Do use M02s and tell from whole and frooz
Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes
Don’t play with them cuz shoot he’ll shoot
I’m loose as a goose on that goose with them hoes
I’m playin duck duck goose boy im slick like moose
Im tha truth nigga floose im a murderer, F**k mooke
Put niggas on mute like………
Then I come back like good crack, I am that, get that, I spit crack, 6 shot by tha 6 pack I spit that where you spit that I send niggas where ya kids at don’t worry where tha Kid at nigga huh


Lil’ Wayne


Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace, black shirt, black tennis, black semi
I never sat in a hemi that would offend me
Try a maybach or a maybach, bitch I got stacks ya
Paychecks on paychecks but I still wont pay back
I still don’t play that, I kill on ASAP
We don’t do shit but get money all day
Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yall way
I am Young Moula, Young Money all day
Where tha drugs so sweet like hunny on yay
Which one of yall say I want drama im honered
Bitch yo ass like a motha f**kin llama
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still where red like an old 49er
F**k shittin on ya ill dump tha whole toilet on ya
Weezy F Baby bitch im hotter than Uganda