Ya dig [talking: Lil' Wayne] Yeah, hello Hey mama, wat up? How you? Yeah this weezy Hey listen, I got Elz right here with me We bout to come pick you
You see Osama, in-in my persona Steamin like a sona, I'm sick I need a doctor, Stab you before I drown you now you just another red lobster Where da bitches
hands up On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up If you on top getting hella guap stand up If you on da corner you a goner home and man up This
money cash money Want you want to know I get money money money [Werd - Vinnie Paz:] Vinnie Paz daddy I put the blade to you first Because I was born
rams Shit, as I sit and wait for the war to begin I just think of you then I'm rewarded again, Anne With you, is where my artistry can, Anne So with you
a deadline. Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy bitch I'm fly and your boyfriend's an ostrich How much you cost bitch? See I will buy you and then sell you
when you pick fights. And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know - (Lil' Kim): SHUT THE FUCK UP! Who the fuck want war? Fed-
, I'm giving you a bath thermometer in hand and I'm coming for your ass who you think you getting past I see right through you, you're whole sh-t is made
crib Shoot you in the stomach, now you pissin' out your ears Hollygrove all day Bodies in the hallway And if you come searchin' Then you findin' out the hard way No matter where you from You
you on top getting hella guap stand up If you on da corner you a goner home and man up This is sumtn' for all my peeps on da East Side A lil sumtn' for
get you ?? This shit is funny to me All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack! [Chorus - Lil Wayne] [Verse 3 - Birdman] I had 'em as lil
Ya dig [Lil' Wayne talking:] Yeah, hello Hey mama, wat up? How you? Yeah this weezy Hey listen, I got Elz right here with me We bout to come pick you
You Dont Wanna See Me Act Mean So Don't Watch Me Im Not A Flat Screen Nope Im Pay Per View You Know What That Means You Gotta Pay For This BITCH! [Lil Wayne
motherfuckers and indorse yo word's You makin' me sick with all that hoe shit you got on My last nerves, I had to get my strap and go bam! You say I'm
signa you see Osama, in-in my persona steamin like a sona, Im sick i need a doctor, stab you before I drown you now you just another red lobster where
hear 'em holla in this bitch tonight/ Niggas say they hard body but I can't tell/ Nigga you can get your shit cracked like a crab shell/ You want war
you feel, you're not alone We're all just jealous jealous We don't reach the sky no more We just can't overcome no Chorus (Robin Thicke) You tie my hands
chop you up and feed your ass to the poor I'm 'bout my cream like a s'more You old ass rappers better stay on tour You're like 44, I got a 44, I'm 24