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Lil Wayne - No Other (Feat. Juelz Santana)
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I'ma tell y'all like this (Yeah) I learn something new every day (What it do?) More money, more problems! Haha! Ay, you already know I always knew I was gon' make it Yeah, listen, man But you never know what you're gon' go through Yeah, my nigga, we got this shit I'm glad to be here! But sometimes, you wonder Yeah, ay-ay, I tried told 'em Is it worth it? But I done dedicated my life to this shit! Cash Money millionaire! It's nowhere to turn! (Ya know!) So I'm in it for life! I can't feel my face! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, yeah! And this what we do! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Hahaha! I told 'em! I told y'all! (Shout out to Bun B!) Pay attention! (Yeah!) Yeah, straight up D-Boy Seventeenth ward Miss Katrina turned my city to a seashore I keep going for them coins like Lyor They're gon' either respect me or: E.R Burning them bitches like a cigar Punk, put a hump in your back, they called it Igor! War? This shit is hard, any yard where we are We call that cocaine rice, I got that Condoleezza Huh? You fuck with me, chump, I rock your teacup I say, before you spend a dollar boy, put up the re-up Yep! Get up, 'cause we up, foot up and knee up In the game, put up or shut up, I hit your head up Bukka-bang, the Birdgang and the Birdman J Lil Wayne, here to hang, other words, here to stay Feel my pain! Fireman, I spark in the rain I walk through the flames, yeah, all for the change, yeah Call it insane but I'm a hustler to the muscle And them new drop Bentleys look like pussy in the summer So I'm fucking that, hugging that block like I'm loving that Never sell a crumb where my mother at run with that You can come at me for beef and shots come with that Your bitch come at me for wood and I'm the lumberjack I come in that Similac Maybach, shades black Looking like I'm tryna bring yay back, ASAP Give it to 'em raw, no Ajax, taste that Heh, fuck around and make your face crack I know niggas that shoot dope, arms looking like a racetrack Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat You can't take that? Well, I can't take back Where I come from, so I learned how to make that Yeah, turn that straight to a G stack Stack up my cheese, now I'm screaming "Where the keys at?" Big shout to the Dipset movement! (Trendsetter, trendsetter) Shout my nigga DukeDaGod! (Cannon, cannon) Shout my nigga Hell Rell! I can't feel my face! Twin, what up? I really don't think they're ready for this (The Aphilliates, nigga! Pay attention!) Oh! Oh! I'm live from, block one, five-one Where my young niggas on the rise to get a name, don't try them Wayne, I feel your pain and I see your stress How they think your people posed to get through Katrina Off a FEMA check? (Nope!) Coke in the Pyrex (Yup!), dope and the ice, yes (Yup!) Mind on the highway, road signs, right, left (Yup!) And that's the mind state of kids growing up Still they wonder why the crime rate's going up Throw it up: Eastside, Westside, Southside, Northside Fuck with my money, I torch guys, off guys (Gangster!) Hire men, fire men, send 'em to a higher man ("There he go") Torture 'em: Vice-grip, pliers, man Niggas turn to tinfoil when they see the iron, man Pressure bust pipes, I apply it and Move like a lion through the jungle, yes There is none higher than me Don't slip up and end wind up in the lion's den (rrr!) Big-body Benz idling, higher than A chick that flight-attend or Air Force flyer, man Bad bitches, I fly 'em in, fuck 'em Send 'em back home hyped, feeling like they're on nitrogen Just call me the Pied Piper, man Still get the coke through the pipeline Then off to the piper stem (Piper stem) And I'm still getting paper back in rubber bands I still got paper bags coming in I still got that mattress with the paper bags under it Comic books, Playboy baby mag under it, still! I still got ties with my guys who don't speak no English Them vatos, they got those cheapest (Cheapest) Got no "Green Card", got no visas And got those Pablo features (Just watch!) They drop off and pick up, I pick up then drop off Then drop off what's picked up, and then what? I do it Gangsta Gri-zillz! And like that, we're gone! I told y'all! I'm so dedicated! Nothing can take me out my zone! AMG! If you support the movement, then we dedicate this to you Dedication 2!
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