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[performed with Lil' Wayne] This is what we need, you started this What you say... oooo [x4] [Glasses Malone:] G malone, Still on the block waiting, Just posted, my steel got some rounds in it. Case haters make a problem and I gotta solve it, Belly leaned against the curtain like an alcoholic. Kill bill was still kicking like lucy lu, And watch my Lair homies hustle like I used to do. Heard they mad I got crips calling troops with rules. What they all turning gay y'all be used to? Here to stay your cake leaves 6 summers Your baby mama already want the dick from ya And your sister calling me her little bussy baby. While your teenage daughter steals my post for fame So crazy, haters scared to start me up You can't fade me, your clippas ain't sharp enough Ain't another rapper breathing, It's smart and tough So any dummy tryna learn me better smartin up. [Chorus: x4] This is what we need, you started this What you say... oooooo Letras de canciones [Lil Wayne:] Comon weezy baby, (yup) hands up, tick waven. Hey now, I lay down like a nigga put a bed down. You sleep tight, die in a dirt cheap life. Suit, tuck, tie, and the shirt speech nice, I blump some throats, trucker bloke (go on) Where we at daddy, cousin coke. Home, the quiter we smoke the rise provoke (bom) All them busters allow me suffer-in Sure not to ever fuck around with the fuckers-and Stop looking up the mountain above ya HAve you looking under cars, inspecting mufflers You know That's reality baby, check your calendar Every days a new day and this can be the last one (yeah) So you better make your day young Or make a nigga scratch a day off. (weezy) [Chorus x4] Look baby it's g's ova here, Cheese over here. Pass them langs tryna holla at ya. You come and ride with a thug, I'm fly as a dove Switching lanes, tossing dollars at ya. Ain't you tired of them fakes, who lie about the cake You can tell them dudes probably had this But me and Wayne got an addiction One of em trippin be the one either ones happenin Now getting back to the gutter, Back to the corner Back to the grimey shit I mean I'm back at the butter Back from the cold Back tryna find a grave I heard you 21 again, connects getting hit and want us to make ammends But really I ain't trippin hommie know I make an end Cuase my rip game is funny shit don't make a twin nigga. [Chorus x4] From Letras Mania