Spitter

Verse 1:

What ya mammie told ya

Bout fuckin round with them soldiers

Told you I'll be back, I'm comin

I got that Tommy Lasorda

That's blood all over ya sofas

Blood all over ya posters

Blood all over ya shoulders

Blood all over the strollers

Do that shit, I done that shit

It's Weezy baby, he's a baby

But that nigga run that shit

Make that money come back quick

Take that money from that bitch

She know what it be, M.O.B.

Pistol right there in my reach

You know what it be, him or me

Bitches know when that limo leave

Two words, room key

Where, pimp house suite

Where, not a damn thing

I'm here, botta bam bing

My hand bling, my wrist bling

My neck bling, my ear bling

Super Bowl ring bitch

Cash Money, Young Money

Super Bowl team bitch

Money, money, money, money

I'm true to those things bitch

You with those pussy hoes

I shoot at those queens bitch

This is New Orleans bitch

Murder, dope fein shit

Verse Two:

What ya Pappi told you

Bout fuckin round with them soldiers

I told you I'm coming back

I got that Tommy Mottola

That's blood all over ya Rover

Blood all over ya shofer

Blood all over ya loafers

If I get any closer

That's blood all over my toaster

Blood all over my holdster

I'm in them S dots

That's blood all over my Hovas

Fuck

I'm hustlin with a motive

My niggas need me

And that tiger in my pocket say "feed me"

It's greedy

See them niggas, jack them niggas

Kill them niggas, wack them niggas

Asks them bithces, ask them niggas

Weezy baby, that's the nigga

Catch me mashin in a V

Matchin seats, matchin feet

Sheesh, that bitch to sweet for the street

Got that key, fittin to leave

If he fittin to beef

No need to speak

Let it be what it be

Niggas want peace

I'll make them leave here

Piece by piece

Fuck me, fuck you

What it is, what it do

I been ready since 81

And I was born in 82

Hollygrove where I'm from

But we call that bithc the zoo

I ain't never trust a bitch

Since she ate that forbidden fruit

Sucker free, sucker proof

50 shots, cut em loose

Quarterback, Weezy baby

Shotgun, run and shoot

Coming through

Youngin do what youngin do

Ball baby

At home fornicating

Homie by the phone waitin

God damn

I am

A man

The man

The mo, therfuc, king pre, sident

Bitch