Birdman
Yeah
We gon go old school
Ya know what I'm sayin
If you from where I'm from
Ya know what I'm talkin bout
the way we do this here
this is a cash money classic
and I feel couldnt nobody do it the way ima do it
ya know what I'm sayin
so, here we go world, I'm bringin it
to your world from my world
ya know what I'm talkin bout look I say

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Get your shine on x3
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on x3
You know we gonna make it
Get your shine on x3
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on x3
You know we gonna make it

Birdman
One god we trust, the neighborhood is us
And everything that I ride is 22s and up
And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
Make the hood understand that we trying to come up
24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust
Tell Lil' One be cool everybody coming up
Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine
So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind
in these projects cuts, ya hood rich livin lavish
lord of 14, you know we had to have it
Once upon a time it was nothing but madness
Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys
Chasin paper paper chasin, look thats all we know
Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more
Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One

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Lil Wayne
They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck
I'ma specialist vet, No testin the best
I be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk
I'll make ya mouthpiece obease like Delereese
I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weezie
F baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defense like Champ
Bailey, I'm gone wit it
I chrome kit it, A foam pit in the back of it
Phony tittie bitches come home
with me, get the business
I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse
So shut that ice in cause yee ain't iced out
Pay attention closely, You niggaz can never roast me
Cause the maker of the testarossa knows me
Oh he so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right

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Birdman
Loud pipes and big rims, nigga thats my life
Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price
Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price
Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright
Cause I'm pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin, I'm comin thru
And I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them 22s
And they spinnin, they spinnin
spinnin, them sprewells nigga
them sprewells nigga, we makin mail nigga
Don't need no introduction in this
I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich
You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit
I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click
Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something bad
Have you heard man that I been slangin them slabs
Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga
I won't gonna nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One

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