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[Intro - Mystikal] I'm a political refugee That's how the fuck I felt [Hook - Birdman] Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint Nine for the thunder Throw a couple of hundreds Fishing on the fishtail With big money, cash money everywhere High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real nigga from the start Head hunting, price on a nigga tab Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mail [Mystikal] Say I’m better than Beethoven To the beat that I rap over Stay outta that medicine cabinet Yeah, that what they told me Giving us piss tests, cause we stay rolling And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loaded They penalize us, tryna slow us down They constantly fucking us up That's why we’re buck wild Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo When you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbecue How the fuck you wanna watch my house But don’t wanna live on my street The ape man taught Tarzan -- how the fuck you better than me? Rap, I run that rock, and got a jump shot Who we got that black wife up in that White House I took my lick and didn’t sell out I was in the bing, I didn’t bail out Hoping motherfucker run and fail out Back to the top from the jail house Lace ‘em up, tie ya shoe Catch a cut, you know what pressure do [Hook] [Mystikal] Who out chea fucking with me, huh? Tell me that I’m bout to drop that shit, where my Pamper at? Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at You done made that fucking bed You done built this fucking castle Buckwheat and his friend Alfalfa Couldn't do nothing with this little rascal I wonder licking retarded Yeah nigga what the hell Talking baby business, yeah Yeah bitch, dumb shit Don’t be fucking with me Cause you won't get off easy I feel just like Drew Brees When they kick off football season How I cut the ref, you can’t stop from bleeding Rappers betta leave me alone If they gon’ keep on breathing Now keep on starving and I’mma gonna keep on eating And you keep on sucking, and I’mma keep on skeeting Nigga, you gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing Nigga better keep on trucking You don't want no fucking trouble this evening [Hook] [Lil Wayne] Uh, ain't it crazy how shit be Thats why I flush it I got the Tommy gun with the drum Thats percussion I just popped a couple pain pills, self destruction I made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing I pistol whip you pussies, knock her out Robitussin Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion Rep, that muthafucking red flag like a Russian Yeah, look, I told her baby I’m a thrasher We kissed, I lit her ass up than I ashed her No hard feelings, no card dealing, but I shuffle my queen Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car My Mary in a jar I’m food, I let the haters add a little salt Thats cool, I do it for all the niggas that try And all the bitches I’ve fucked, and all my niggas that died Tunechi [Hook]