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So Little
your motivation?

Is that a question?
Do you really have that written down in your
You should be of yourself
You smell me,
I smell like

See, that's what don't understand
To me it was get money or die
I come up under Birdman the One Stunner
You know what I mean I'm junior
Tha's all I know, that's all I ever
Get money or get
You know what I'm and I feel that way for real

So I go I keep pushing
The game's so crazy I'm in it deep pussy
I got chip from trying to get the cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I hookie
Dwayne Carter keep looking
I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the
Ice so bright like on the watch
nigga, I done dropped one eleven on the watch

So and see what I do
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing
They got the shivers, I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after
F. Baby now the F is for Fema
Sick nigga bitch I spit that
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

And that's my point right there
That's what I'm trying to stress, you know what I'm saying
If you don't understand me, if you don't me then you ain't real
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you
So, is your considered the voice of
Urban or America period
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I for
And myself, you what I mean, my family, that's who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life, you

C'mon, this shit, nigga, pump my shit
You bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that
You gotta aim shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them what they wanna do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black
with the boy, baby, that's a cambo
If he won in leave him on the crap table

I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in stable
Like nobody make a sound, "Where the Where the paper?"
Gotta get it, gotta it, once I got it I'mma spend it
Then it's back to doing any damn thing to get it
The re-ups be birthday parties
No room to the cars in the garages
So the cribs all you see is the roggies
If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I foreign
me

And see that's where get me wrong at
You know what I mean I got heat rock, for real
Why do you think rappers lack the impact of your music?
That's they ain't got that heat rock like me
You know what I
They ain't spitting like me, spitting
But, what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu here man, for real
I relief, y'all help me, for real
I know y'all sick of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for

And based on the bank, I'm doing better
Than a lot of these niggas, I'm of these niggas
Yawning I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm back and passing, they catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh, that gone probably burn ya, that gone learn ya
To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever around here no more
gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I should ride with the
But the boy so hood I just ride my hoe, yeah yeah

And 'em 'bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em my last show
'em 'bout my last hoe
You know born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back,
I'm in my niggas falling back
right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack
me

And that's just what it is,
If you don't like my shit then fuck you and shit, man, straight up
That's how I was tough, how I was brought up
And that's how I'ma go down, man, for
Cash-money, in your motherfucking throat bitch
Swallow
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the song