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So Little
What's your

Is really a question?
Do you really have that written down in notepad
You should be ashamed of
You me, girl
I smell money

See, that's what they understand
To me it was get money or die
I come up Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know what I mean I'm stunner
Tha's all I know, all I ever knew
Get money or get
You what I'm saying and I feel that way for real

So hard I go I 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 absent keep
I'm on the block, I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright heaven on the watch
Yeah nigga, I done dropped one eleven on the

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 the hood back after Katrina
F. Baby now the F is for Fema
Sick bitch I spit that Leukemia
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

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

C'mon, bang shit, nigga, pump my shit
You gotta bang wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas what wanna do I'm ready
Campbell, no homo, black Rambo
Fucking 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 run up in your stable
Like nobody a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma spend it
Then it's back to doing any thing just to get it
The be like birthday parties
No to park the cars in the garages
So outside the cribs all you see is the
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 that heat rock, for
Why do you think other rappers the impact of your music?
because they ain't got that heat rock like me
You know what I
ain't spitting like me, they spitting
But, know I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu here man, for real
I need relief, y'all me, for real
I know sick of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real

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

And tell 'em 'bout
'em 'bout my last show
Tell 'em my last hoe
You know just to mack
Call me Dione Sanders the corner back, yeah
I'm in my niggas falling back
That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as
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, that's how I was up
And that's how go down, man, for real
Cash-money, young-money in motherfucking throat bitch
Swallow
F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song