Today’s Rating: 3

Time Right Now: 4:35PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Light Up Remix by Drake, Jay Z and Lil Wayne

Time for a TOT:

Here is the Light Up version with Lil Wayne’s added verse which was recorded over the phone FROM Riker’s Island! Mack Maine and DJ Scoob Doo begged Wayne for a verse, saying that the track NEEDED him on it. This is something I totally agree with. You can check the song out in the link below and the lyrics are here as well!

Make sure you open the link below in another window so you can read the lyrics while you listen!

Light Up (Remix) by Drake, Jay Z and Lil Wayne

[Verse 1 - Drake]
Uhh, I’ve been up for 4 days getting money both ways
Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades
Rolex’s, chauffeurs, and low fades
I keep thinking how young can you die from old age
They always tell me nobody’s working as hard as you
And even though I laugh it off man it’s probably true
Cause while all of my closest friends out partying
I’m just here making all the music that they party too
But party on, party on, all night nigga
I got these new rappers nervous, prom night nigga
I grow tired of these fucking grown man liars
Story tellers, they ain’t even need a camp fire
Uhh, but I just wanna tell the truth
Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot
This shit feel like when Fredro Starr was at Sunset Park
Stunting hard in his yellow goose
Yeah, and I’mma motherfuckin’ missed target
But a target none the less, and I just started
Was that directed at moi? Can’t be
They must be talking to themselves Hov, hands free
Yeah, and I’m just filling up this daily planner
Getting busy cause I’m a star, no Spangled Banner
Jealous dudes get to talking in their music
And I just say I wrote it for yo girlfriends, Kelsey Grammar
Yeah, that’s what life becomes when you doing you
Welcome to Hollywood, don’t let this town ruin you
And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwing you
Just know that she gon’ tell another nigga when she through with you
Don’t get impatient when it takes to long
And drink it all even when it taste too strong, yeah
I gotta feel alive even if it kills me
Promise to always give you me, the real me

[Chorus - Drake]
Who would have thought
I’d be caught in this life
Let’s celebrate with a toast
And get lost in tonight
And make it all light up
(Hey Google, tell hom’ to go to open that ace right there)
Wait until the sun goes down
We gon’ make this bitch light up
Even when the sun goes down
I’m gon’ make it go

[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
Owwwww, hoes turn their heads like, Owlsssss
I’m the man of the, hour
Triple entendre don’t even ask me how
Con-Edison flow, I’m connected to a high power
Bright lights will make your whole city light up
A trillion watt light bulb when I’m in the night club
I just landed in that G-450
Caught the Mayweather fight cause his satellite was crispy
Uh, y’all can miss me with the money talk
The smart moneys on Hov, fuck what the dummies talk
Uh, I don’t do to much blogging, I just run the town, I don’t do to much jogging
Uh, I ain’t gotta scar yet cause you fucking round with me and my dogs is far fetched
Drake, here’s how they gon’ come at you
With silly rap feuds trying to distract you
In disguise in the form of a favor
The Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors
Uh, and I’ve seen it all done it all
That’s why none of these dum dums could done him off
The summers ours, the winter too
Top down in the winter, that’s what winners do
And to these niggas I’m like Windows 7
You let ‘em tell it they swear that they invented you
And since no good deed go unpunished
I’m not as cool with niggas as I once was
I once was, cool as the Fonz was
But these bright lights turned me to a monster
Sorry Mama I’m promised they wouldn’t change me
But I woulda went insane, had I remain the same me
Fuck niggas, bitches too
All I got is this money, this will do

[Chorus - Drake]
Who would have thought
I’d be caught in this life
Let’s celebrate with a toast
And get lost in tonight
And make it all light up
Wait until the sun goes down
We gon’ make this bitch light up
Even when the sun goes down
(Alright here we go, here we go)
I’m gon’ make it go

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Hate is temporary, love is necessary
I went from eating pussy to eating commissary
Damn, I am addicted, I need therapy
You can buy the answers but you can’t afford to question me
First off I don’t need you second guessin’ me
Jail is like third base, I’m comin’ home eventually
Still got shooters, like hot tubs
Man I’m anemic, still got bloods
I’m in my cell reading fan mail
Wish I was in Amsterdam sippin’ Amstel
Thinkin’ ’bout all of that pussy I can’t smell
Man they did me wrong, I feel like Nelson Mandel’
Uh, I shine too hard, my lamp fell
But my name still ringin’, Alexander Graham Bell
I know you met damn cause you know damn well
That I still got you open, open like a clam shell
Yeah, still fly on my hawk shit
My conversation stinks cause I talk shit
Stay in your lane, you’re on that double park shit
We eatin’ at the top, get a spoon and a forklift
I got rap wrapped up like a gift
And I’d be sober if ‘If’ was a fifth
I’m feelin’ like Elvis, jailhouse rock
I’m not 2Pac, I’m the new Pac
Behind bars, but the bars don’t stop
Recordin’ over the phone, hope the call don’t drop
Drizzy got the ball, I know the ball won’t drop
And I pray none of my kids never wanna be cops
Young Money get ‘em, Young Money got ‘em
The boss got his feet up, vacation on an island
Yeah, and tell your girls send the kite up
And even if you don’t smoke motherfucker you gon’ have to light up

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 3

Time Right Now: 6:58PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: They Still Like Me By Lil Wayne

Time for a TOT:

This is an old track, a remix of Bow Wow’s “I Think They Like Me”. He kills it, check this shit out.

Ok ok ok
That’s what im talking about man
I killed that shit man
That right there that’s easy man
You know what I mean
Gimme Something else drama
man Im on fire man Rock.
Watch this man. Dramatic

Pussy motherfuckers what it do
Holla at me.
All them niggas Tryin to hate me
and them bitches tryin to Have me
Im a Money Man
yup I get it From my daddy hoe
and boy we could beef
Like no you in a cali oh
Hollygrove my Daddy home
Let that automatic go
Test me when I’m chillen and
I’ll kill ya from my patio
Bitch my shadow look good
I’m just feelin wheezy
hop in my Shit and say goodbye
cuz the ceilings leaving
Believe me,
they aint trying to see me
Tell ‘em I’ll be the nigga with the burner and beaner
I’m the fireman she just call me when she steamin
I wet her up and put her out and leave the bitch dreamin.
Niggas say they hot but its really not seemin.
If these guys bad then I gotta be a demon
Waynes getting money like Damon and Kenan
Try and take it from me and I’m aiming and beaming
Bangin and leaving
Stains on the cement
Slide the cracker something so they tame the police man
Left in a Porsche came in a Karnish
And I’m fresh yeah the Gucci sweats came with the creases
I’m hot but I’m cold I just change with the seasons
Trying to put some cheese on my pieces
If your lookin for ya nigga
I’ll be where the water gets deeper
Huggin on that money tryin to put it in a sleeper
Yeah I’m here,
Who the fuck wanna say something
Leave your whole head empty like a strained pumpkin
Make no assumptions,
I’m hustling
Your girlfriend guzzling,
You thought she wasn’t
Name still buzzin even when I’m doin nothing,
But im never doing nothing
cuz im always getting money
That’s simple jack ass
if you don’t get it you’re a dummy
And them niggas that diss me
Ain’t nothing but pure pussy
Sure honey I done heard what you said
But if a nigga really cared
you’d already be dead
Just a young ass nigga
with some old ass bread
Yes I keep them dollars running
like them bitches got legs
And my nigga Tez Po been ridin wit me since pegs
And my right wrist is lookin like a cracked open egg
That’s white and yellow diamonds
Adjust your lighting
I got em so mad but
ooh I think they like me

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 7

Time Right Now: 12:15AM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Plenty Money by Cassidy

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

This edition of Thoughts On Today’s lyrics is dedicated to the haters that say he can’t rap…

Hat to the front
Lookin’ like I’m lightin’ up a bat for a blunt
I’m stickin’ to the script, tryna kick it like a punt
My life is like a movie and I do my own stunts
I’m the Birdman Jr., call me young Baby
Coulda been a killer but Cash Money saved me
Remember I was little but the cash money made me
Big dog bitch, no tramp, no lady
Young ass nigga had a thing for old ladies
But as I got older I began to like ‘em younger
To heavens where I brung her, and when she was under
She said “Daddy they, daddy they, daddy they, daddy they
Daddy they can’t do it like you can”
I get chips like Vegas and I am not a blue man
Too much ice on my wrist and now I got a blue hand
And if I sing Prostitute she gon’ need some new pants
And if I sing Pussy Monster she gon’ need a new man
Hello world, I would you all to meet me, her new man
I vow to stay on top of my Somers like Suzanne
And I hustle everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I’m hustlin’, fillin’ up my cup again
With that purple stuff again, I can’t get enough of it
Pay me in the direction of a swisher and I’m stuffin’ it
With that purple stuff again, I’m on some same color shit
After you do Wayne, it’s time to do Wayne’s brothers bitch
I get money like a fuckin’ Wayans brother bitch
I get good with Gorillas and stay away from the rattlesnakes
And the jakes, and the fake, and the hate
Interstate 10, no cops in sight
And I’m coming back with a whole flock tonight
Lord, don’t let me get stopped tonight
Or I’ma have to shoot it out with the cops tonight
I swear, and tell the jack boys not tonight
Cause I ain’t ‘N Sync but I will Pop tonight
Yeah, that’s right, if you ain’t got that price
Then go that-a-way, not a way we can even negotiate
Big money heavyweight, on my way to Heaven’s Gate
So if that be them open gates, flow so appropriate
Don’t associate me with the bullshit
One wish, I wish a motherfucker would trip
Like a engine, I come from under the hood bitch
But now a nigga gettin’ paper like a booklet
They ain’t help me with it, but I took it
And now they never get it, never get it, never get it, never get it
Never get it back, yeah that’s my word
“Bling-Bling” in the dictionary, yeah that’s my word
And for me Ja Rule made it just like Irv
Sometimes I still go through the hood just to kiss my curb
Cause I love that block nigga, Eagle and Apple
Old G’s, young G’s, leaders and barrels
But God found me like a needle in a barrel
And I’m so ready for war cause I’m a Jesus for the battle
Money on my mind, that’s all I think of
Married to the game, never taking my ring off
M.O.B., yeah that’s my theme song
Smokin’ two L’s, rockin’ bells like ding-dong
haha, yeah I got my wings on
Flyer than the rest, I don’t rest I keep going
I just I-G-nore ‘em
Like anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway
Anyway it goes, I’ma get gold
And I could see the top the way I’m climbing this pole
A nigga with the flu ain’t rhyming this cold
And nigga I’m hotter than a “fire in the hole”
Steppin’ out my shower like a lion in a robe
Eyin’ these hoes, iron in my hol-ster
Surp, purp, sure
Let’s elevate and get away, accelerate and never hate
Dedicate this, to the blue eyes and blonde hair
I’m on top of my green like a lawn chair
Don’t worry, I’m straight like arm hair
Don’t worry, I’m straight like combed hair
This world fucked my Pops and I was born here
From the cell to a jet, call it Con-Air
I told my niggas that we would see
Better days yesterday, and today is a better day
Celebrate

By the way, this photo is from a his concert at the Molson Amphitheatre in Toronto, Ontario Canada. I was here. It was amazing.

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 8.9

Time Right Now: 2:19PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Get Your Mind Right by Lil Wayne ft. Katt Williams

Time for a TOT:

This is just straight trippy. Plus this song is fuckin OLDSKOOL !

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 8.8

Time Right Now: 5:11PM

Last Beverage: Five Alive

Last Song Heard: Get Your Mind Right by Lil Wayne ft. Katt Williams

Time for a TOT:

The video below has Yo Gotti explaining how he got Weezy on Women Lie, Men Lie as well as his own thoughts on Wayne’s conviction.

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 8.5

Time Right Now: 5:31PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Small Thing To A Giant by Gudda Gudda ft Lil Wayne

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

That’s right, it got leaked from the Back 2 Guddaville mixtape! Thanks DJ Ill Will!

Click here to download!

Small Thing To A Giant by Lil Wayne ft. Gudda Gudda lyrics:

[Gudda Gudda:]

I’m bout that drama, you fuckin with a canon nigga

got a gangsta grill, yellow diamonds when i ramble nigga

so dont cross me, got ammo like rambo nigga

lifes a gamble, you crapped out you bad gamblin nigga

niggas movin fast, gotta pump the brakes on em

they better pump them fast before i beat the brakes off em

my goons real hungry lookin for a big break

yous a real phony lookin like a big steak

so get ya shit straight before i grab the big 8

hit ya in ya left eye now you cant see shit straight

ray charles, niggas blind to the fact

while you was in ya class i was grindin gettin scratched

the knife grind you when you scratch

now you cryin like a bitch

your bird got wings imma fly you with the pack

these lil niggas got the nerve these niggas under me

i put you under my wing, nigga yous a son to me

[Hook:]

Small thing to a giant

small thing to a giant

small thing to a giant

small thing to a giant

[Lil Wayne:]

guess what, streets off paper

and me im prayin for probation

like my ancestors used to pray for segregation

im a predator, when i pray i dont mean meditation

i mean vegetation, fuck the feds n fuck the federation

and every agent, man i want an asian

sexy like a geisha, get up in her stomach like ignatia

lemme stop.

now let me keep goin, C4in, we blowin

up, you better be detourin if we tourin

n she snorin cause he borin

shawty need a refund, bring him back

and when it comes to me she pre-orderin

and re-orderin and re-orderin

i be fallin, im free fallin i sleep all in that pussy

n when she callin i dont answer

but she keep callin and keep callin

and we ballin like b-ballin

as a matter of fact like tree ballin

we evolvin, they dissolvin

Cincinnati reds hat red black

cops find ya body but they don know where you head at

uh, im goin in like wet pussy

no money? that sounds like death to me

bitch i dont give a mother fuck

yeah im leanin bout to pour me up another cup

yeah im high, bout to roll me up another blunt

i roll a Biggie Small, ‘heres another one’

im in love with Wayne,

long hair dont care, bitch, call me rick james

hahaha, weezy that nigga

n dont forget the baby you fuckin baby sitters

[Hook:]

Small thing to a giant

small thing to a giant

small thing to a giant

small thing to a giant

[Gudda Gudda:]

im goin in like im goin home

20,000 on my wrist n my neck thats my rollin stones

went from being broke to not a pot to piss in

now i got a pocket full of dead politicians

stop nigga listen

cuz im about to break the game down

no toilet paper on me while im shittin

fly boy, i hover over niggas like a flyin saucer

Y.M.O.B. dont make me call the bosses

Y.M. gonna eat n run like break-fast

been runnin for too long, its time to take cash

n imma smoke the game cause no air kills

n for the money i eat beats up like bear grills

bitches love me when they stare i give them rare chills

but moneys over her, she cant see in a pair of heels

young nigga bout to bleed the game

throw a stack at them hoes n tell em keep the change

gasoline flow, light the match, watch it spark

fire jumpin off my lips every time i talk

livin legend in the flesh, im the champ yes

im serving niggas like my name Pete Sampras

get hiefy if you want and imma shake them dreads

n go dumb with the tool upside ya head

who want it, you get em i told em

take all his money, then i take a shit on him

your whole click is phony my lil ponies

gudda walk alone, n shit my shadow other

why i need a nigga when i got my tool on me

my lil buddy got bullets like the army

militant thoughts like a trained with Al Qaeda

raid a nigga crib with a boxcutta razor

look so bow down to the chief , the champ

dictator in the streets nigga signed n stamped

Gudda.

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 6

Time Right Now: 2:26PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Fuck Da Bullshit by Young Money

Time for a TOT:

[Birdman]
Yeah
Cut it up gimme a light
Yeah and by the way n-gga
Its Young Mula, first lady

[Nicki Minaj]
Uhhh yo yo
Let us begin with the bad lil’ specimen
Ballenciaga’s is all these things i be steppin’ in
Pucci bathing suits, only thing im dressin’ in
Cause i get wetter than a navy seal veteran
Got them writing love letters in they journal
Keep em on these toes like a midget at the urinal
B-b-b-bad as i wanna be
She ain’t bad she a sad and a wannabe

[Birdman]
Yeah fuck the bullshit
It’s big money poppin’
Young Mula!
Yeah
Just like that
What up young n-gga
Lets go Gudda

[Gudda Gudda]
Okay we runnin’ this shit, when we walk in the building
Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin’ from the ceiling
Young Money we ’bout to kill ‘em, I promise i’ll make a million
And if they didn’t have no hands, i’ll bet them bitches go feel ‘em
I’m talkin’ money and power, you gettin’ money? i doubt it
Fresher than baby powder, with your bitch in the shower
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
That pussy imma devour, i beat it up till it’s sour
No need for you to even trip bitch i’ll be done in a hour
let’s go!

[Lil Wayne]
They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry
I say sweeter it is, ya dig..buried.
Then the bullshit varies, and it got me weary
But i know two of the same, call it murdered and married
Hustling is so necessary, with no avisaries
But aint no love, like a calendar with no February’s
Imma need four secretary, and four Bloody Mary’s
Imma go eat me some pussy, and choke up the cherry
I’m gone

[Birdman]
Yeah
Fully loaded with it, to the ceiling with it
More money than you ever seen n-gga
Aiight, Drizzy, Drake

[Drake]
Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon
Young angel if ya hate me tell me burn in heaven
How’d you sleep on me, the highest earning freshmen
Like ya 3rd infection, I hope ya learned ya lesson
Yeah
I spit raw but I prefer protection
I own her heart and her mind, and the shirt she slept in
Bitch I got the answer,and still ain’t heard the question
I shut ya club down, please reserve my section
Fuck a confrontation, they aint no cakin’ it
And im cakin’ bitch, so tell me why I take a break from it
The mother of your child always tell you im her favorite
She call me her baby, not the one she was in labor with
She say “oh you taste good”, i say “oh just savor it”
She know that she love a n-gga, i be on that major shit
Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit
So i don’t walk around with money, baby girl im made of it

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 8

Time Right Now: 5:46PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Sacrifice – Lil Wayne ft. Mack Maine & Gudda Gudda

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

[Mack Maine:]
Yeah
Take this body to the project for a sacrifice
Take this body to the project for a sacrifice
(dont be scared now..)
I have you sweatin so hard you need 3 or 4 towels
After that all i need is 3 or 4 showers
Just to get the blood off in 3 or 4 hours
Then come to your hood to get 3 or 4 cowards
You think your bison like you play for howard
But you can duck like howard, I make you fall like the towers
I cut your arm off and tell you to reach, Then i cut your tongue off and i tell you to speak (nigga)
My niggas in the circle in the middle of the bonfire
they quick to become arsonists to set you on fire
The flesh start to smell but who gives a fuck?
Heaven or hell nigga you need to pick one
Prrattt stick um now you become a victim
Now you become a victim
Yeah you become a victim
Im evil like three sixes nigga minus the mafia
Aint no brakes on my shit nigga no stoppin uh
Young cannibal, cut ya like a cantalope
I mistreat bodies for breakfast, I eat bodies uh

[Hook:]
You could smell fear in the distance spring,
Karma,fearless.
Come with us home, better witness them,
Sa-cri-fice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice

[Lil Wayne:]
Its Weezy F. Crazy
you scary ass rappers on the beat im Wes Craven
but im eastside till i reside in the grave
and you come in my basement and see the bodies im savin
bloodbath flow yes its time for some bathin
shotty wit the drum and ima play it like a cadence
invasion, i cook ya like the Asians
put bread on ya head like a raisin
you a danish you need glazin
pardon me man,but im cravin
i gotcha in the oven and im waitin
I’m patient, for my patient
yeah, There’s a meeting in my kitchen
shhh, there’s rappers sleeping in my kitchen
young money creatures
kill your sweet ass then eat’cha motherfucka

[Hook:]
You could smell fear in the distance spring,
Karma, fearless.
Come with us home, better witness them,
Sa-cri-fice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice

[Gudda Gudda:]
We take your body for a motherfuckin sacrifice
see you in hell bitch meet me in the afterlife
minivan, duct tape, knife in my hand
nigga, knife to ya head, you my sacrificial lamb
nigga, i can smell blood like a hound, I see dead people
paint the scene, I’ma leave a bunch of red people
Saddam, I bomb, I’m insane, Hussein
Assault rifle with the drum, nigga, with the blue flame
blood on my glove, while im burying the witness
cut your limbs off, I’m on my Jeffrey Dahmer sick shit
for real I’m ill, we marching like the military
coffins everywhere, this the rap cemetery
you niggas sweet, get ate like Ben N’ Jerrys
you niggas very fairy,
tell frail better go and say your Hail Mary
rocket launcher bitch, i’m a throw a Hail Mary
Young Gudda Biach

[Hook:]
You could smell fear in the distance spring,
Karma,fearless.
Come with us home, better witness them,
Sa-cri-fice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 8

Time Right Now: 4:27PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Sky Is The Limit – Lil Wayne

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

Here is a video which includes footage of Lil Wayne going to court as well as photographs of him before and during court, just before being taken away.

Lil Twist actually wrote a song to dedicate to Lil Wayne entitled “Big Brother” and that is what is playing in the backround.

Definitely worth a TOT.

Today’s Rating: 9

Time Right Now: 5:30AM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Drip – Yung Joc ft. Lil Wayne

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

New Lil Wayne song! It’s called Drip – Yung Joc ft. Lil Wayne! It is very interesting, worth listening to as any beat Weezy touches just melts.
Here’s the link to download it!
Apperantly Birdman is angry that this song is being leaked for some reason.. hmm.

Here are a few products that I found out about recently and since I’m posting about music and rap related things, I figured this would be of interest for some people!

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Just a TOT.

UPDATE:

We now have the Yung Joc ft. Lil Wayne – Drip lyrics!

(hook)

yeah , calm down

bow down, i draw down

5 rounds

Drip (x15)

(Yung Joc)

Ey Weezy

Let me talk to these niggas

Ok

monkey nigga, better not slip

feed your ass banana clips

yeah, yeah i bust your head gasket

leave you with a oil drip

and for the lettuce AKs not gon spit your cabbage

and she get tragically, cuz now its fill with maggots

this aint angus beef

you dont wanna order this

2 glocks like 2 pac

i’m on my thug immortal shit

GPS goons show up to yo quarterlys

chrome with the pearly take you early

thats abortion bitch

duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya nigga, no balls

those slugs the same size as door knobs

sixty seconds in and out

pop, no prob

blow ya whole face off

thats a blowjob

shoot ya bitch in the throat leave her voice raspy

too graphic? ill paint a picture

so ya niggas grasp it

i call your momma tell her pre-order ya fuckin casket

bury scary niggas i never bury the hatchet

(Chorus)

(Lil Wayne)

soo woo to the beehive

strapped like T.I.

i keep that bitch on me

like the Book Of Eli

i just shoot ‘em all

so i don’t have to de-cide

spit your body up

they gotta bury ya ass 3 times

run up in ya house

leave ya brains on the couch

shoot up everything, the fuck is ayman about

empty that clip, than that bitch slide out

continue that procedure till them pussy’s dried out

imma east side gangsta, i aint never been a busta

nina is a cold black bitch but i trust her

i dont need a psychic to tell me i’m a hustla

cuz bitch, im all about my paper, like usher

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)

I know chris, decepticon

clips transform ya

leave niggas, ghost activity, paranormal

for my piece of the pie, ha-ha-ha digorno

bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno

(Lil Wayne)

Back to the subject, ill kill ya in a heart beat

i put bullet hole in everything, except the car seat

young money bitch, i shoot one gun and switch

when the cops came the body still twitched (still twitched)

(Yung Joc)

Keep thuggin, you cute, you just floatin with death

thats a straight suicide, don’t bury yourself

scared but can’t run, thats the stall factor

and if that automatic rap i bet they all scatter

haiti eartquake ‘em, make they wall shatter

penetrate losses n splatter they gallbladders