(feat. Lil' Wayne) 100...stunna!..wot it is nigga?...i fucking love it!..we ride and die fo this money nigga!..(haha) its your turn.. lil wayne chrous
Won't Stop, From Puttin Candy On The Slabs, Nigga Stirrin The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer, Nigga Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands Nigga 'stackin Means Knots [Lil Wayne
Well let me take you down deep in the inside It's where they hustle and the homies try to get it right It's when you gotta ride It's when the homie die
(feat. Lil' Wayne) [Chorus x2: Baby] Shit, we tryin' to get it all together And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga And homie you get the
(feat. Drake & Lil Wayne) Play ball! [talking: Baby] Yea, so priceless. Life so priceless, n-gga you understand me? It's just like that. My car so priceless
Chorus] [Lil Wayne:] Uh, on my way to get it I'm a hustla write it down take a picture bitch print it Ducking the lieutenant, staying on my pivot The
got some jewels with some ice on it Popping wheelies on the leather switching lanes on it From a block to an island with my name on it To no bitches got
hustle n-gga holla Hey Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh I do it how I does it I get it from my cousin And you know who I am Homie it don't really matter what you
label And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami
stand one, blow one nigga [Lil' Wayne:] Bird.. man [Baby:] I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga [Lil' Wayne:]
know I play it like a pro in the game Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game [Lil Wayne:] Okay I'm out 'chea you niggaz done started it ya ordered it
Get it how you live Down in the jungle Learn to keep it humble I be about your business Cookie life is gumble I meag on the spread Mill on the bed Marvin
Strap her down with work, and tell her dont trip, take a trip Get your hustle up The money's what you make of it These niggas wanna cook down they clothes
let me take you down deep in the inside It's where they hustle and the homies try to get it right It's when you gotta ride It's when the homie die And
Pounds And We Aint Even Tryin To Hustle Yall Already Know How That Go [Lil' Wayne:] I Get My Kush From California Get My Dro From Arizona I Can Get it
gonna get it", everybody gon regret it I'm your, shooter My hands up, my hands up They want me with my hands up Oh, Shooter [x2] [Lil Wayne (Robin
Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack Lay the murder game down back
On Video To Six Foot Shorty Too My Nigga And Yeah We Headed Up Town Nigga Blow After Pound My Niggaz Puttin It Down Nigga And Yeah Ridin Big Is My Crown