Birdman & Lil Wayne: Hustler Musik

Goddamn
Missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one
Ima paint da city red wit dis one
Ima head wit dis one
See u fuckin wit da boys who tote toyz way b4 christmas.
No assisstance (jis) Thta persisstance me. That committment if- I don't get it somebody gone die tonite-
I kno my vibe is tight- And I deserve da throne - if da kid ain't right- den let me die in his souls.
I'll be ridin (jis)
Ridin alone
Wit my daddy on my mind like u gotta be kiddin
How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
She'll be
So I be who I be
Dats me, dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da maotherfunckin
So I be whoo I be
Dats me, dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motyherfuckin

(Chorus)
Baby u gotta kno dat im just out here doin what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin
So bitch
y da fuck iz u trippin.
Im takin dese chances
My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge if da money don't move
And I won't budge
Won't budge
No I won't budge no
Nall

(Verse 2:)
Money iz da motivation
Facin da avenue
Back touchin' da wall
Got da weed
Got da gun
Gotta run wen I hear dat bird call (birrr) Dang
Hop in dat thang and merk off
swerve off
U kno me, dey call me birdman jr.
Ne body murderer
Birdman sponser it
Phantom of da operah
All black- clock tent- locked in
I can let dem shots out
U can't get no shots in
Bullet proof
Leave a nigga wit a bullet proof
Shoot ya in ya mouth and call it bullet tooth
Im like what dey do
What 2 do
Theres a full court
Pressure im just going 4 da 2
If im movin for da three
Ima take it in a second
Even if theres one second and
ima make it. It's nothin
I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothin.
I takee it for what it is worth to da durf motherfucker
(yea)

(Chorus: Repeat 1x)

(Verse 3:)
I aint neva killed nobody I promise
I promise if u try me
U gone have to rewind dis track and make me go back, dat nigga go dat
Dat boy will lay flat so flat
Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masterbatin (black)
Peter pan flies till I die what u sayin
Baden ape, Yves Saint, Evisu iz wat I stand
Got me feelin' like scarface, like da Koheba
Streets reply I look right in da 4 seater
Top floor of the 4 Seasons four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up
And look I got some
And only one know how da bad bitch fundal up
See its a cold world so homey bundle up
We ain't on dis grind for nothin
Now get ya hustle up