For My

Vocal：Nelly/Lil' Wayne

*talking through megaphone*

Yo, uh, you didn't see this one comin did ya

All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L.

Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne

Nelly-

On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 (right!)

You know it and these cats hate it

I got nothing outdated

If it is it's self rated

S-class wit everything voice-activated

Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it

Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it

Now it's like that; Purple Haze and Cognac

On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back

Lil' Wayne-

I represent them street niggas

When they get hot, carry the heat niggas

Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas

You livin on the edge Fleet nigga

That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga

Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes

Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes

I carry 4's in my side pocket

While yours cock a nigga mind poppin

Walk through you house wit my iron now when

(Chorus) x2

Nelly-

This is for my niggaaassss

Who be keepin it tight

Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night

This is for my bitchessss

Wit the style and grace

Who ain't hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face

Nelly-

I ain't bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kitchen

And she ain't a nonadeada my niggas then I'm splitin

Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled

Pump +Nore+ number six, 'bitch give me some head'

And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist

Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips

And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot

Bout ta tell ya the truth

I'm more focused I'm born in the Lou'

(Chorus)

Lil' Wayne-

I ain't no busta nigga

Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga

Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here

You don't make out alive very often up in here

I'ma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna

I'm a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna

I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna

Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers

Weezy-wez partna

Nelly-

Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle

Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle

Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn't know

If you was the Jackie Frost why didn't you say so

Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me

Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week

Freeza brought out the piece Gucci and hat sweet

Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks

(Chorus)

This is for my niggaaaaaaaasssssssss

*talking through megaphone*

Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha

We know ya didn't see that one comin

Uh, uh ee-yah

Uh, uh wodie