That's All I Have

Ha! Peek-a-boo, **! Swag scare your kids

My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest **

Gorillas in the mist, pro-black: pump they fist

I'm from the Planet of the Apes: King Kong clips

Silence Lambs, bitch; run through your land trippin'

Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya?

If ** hits the fan, I Ron Artest **

This how I'm living: getting tatted in some house slippers

I like my ** simple: lay back, relax ya mental

**, you know what I do, tell me what you tryna get into

The man car's rented, the man car killing

Gossipping? F**k the car! Look at the man in it!

Ha! Boys-to-man business, we don't hire **

Just fire **: Young Money fire spitters

Them red ants is with us

And they ain't ate they dinner

Begin the feast; feet lying, fatality finish

I'm killin these records, they put me in Guinness

I really don't give a f**k if you witness

You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it

I'm still gonna get my ** percentage

I cuss a lot cause b**h I'm seers

Young no beard, get soup

Like gumbo with shrimp

Flyer than Dumbo ears is, b**h

Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat

But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak

Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big: weigh me

Them crazy freaky ** tryna to Cirque du Soleil me

Got some new **, trail got em' laughin'

The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket

Shotgun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet

F**n' with me is like steppin' on the tail of a dragon

Wet ** is my cabin, more ** than a pageant

I keep a house full **, call me Bob Saget

Spendin' time backwards, hotter than a cactus

And we ain't in the buildin', we the f**n' contractors

YM, muthafucka, why hate it?

Young Money down your throat, ya gotta stay hydrated

Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady

Open up ya mouth, and catch a bomb baby

Good morning, dude, Eagle Street corner, Tune

Long dough, no short bread, no Lorna Doone

I'm warnin' you: we on the move

Bunch of female dogs and garden tools

That's ** and h**s, hospital full, sick of my flow

Hip-hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load

I load millions... and more millions

Money to the ceilings?

**, NO CEILINGS!

Step up in this b**h, 5 o'clock in the morning

The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning

I'mma get that worm now, tell 'em it's my turn now

Y'all ** need a lesson on some ethic; you gon' learn now

I do this for the love of it; saliva, cause I love to spit

And I juke it; for my future records, y'all gon' love to spin

** with my brethren, 10 years strong

And he put them dreads in: Silver John Long

But he's more like platinum; hold up, here's a napkin

Pick your jaw up off the floor and tuck your tongue right back in

Tell me, where is Mack Maine?

That's all I have

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