Young Riders

[Intro: Birdman]

Off top, peep this lil' four youngstas out

Watch how they lay it down

[Verse 1: Juvenile]

Say baby, hand me the chopper, let me cuttin' loose

Nigga talkin' crazy but lil' daddy ain't +BulletProof+

Put him in the water with the sharks, let me see if he can swim

Ya playin' wit'cha life wodie, you hangin' on a limb

Boy y'kno you scared and I know you is

You been talkin' a whole lotta shit but lemme tell you this

I'ma Hot Boy a-k-a the Juvenile

Come in through your door with that iron - callin' ya out

You want do? ya bitch you

Got me all rav'd up and shit and I'm ready ta split you

+Tha G-Code+ I live by it and die by it

If you play with me - ya playing with ya life right

This ain't no walk in the park - it's a walk in the pen

Niggas try'na take that ass, make it their girlfriends

Na' eat that meat, fold my clothes

Cuz all you niggas ain't nothing but hoes

[Interlude: Birdman]

Nigga what? I don't give a fuck

Lil' BGeezy show these niggas you don't give a fuck

[Verse 2: B.G.]

My presidents make a nigga break it off

Becuz they know if they don't off this earth

I'ma take them off, nigga I play it raw

You think about droppin' your nuts, better pick them up

Cuz you and everybody wish that I'ma hit 'em up

So nigga give me mine, don't make me have ta take it

Cuz I put your family in a fucked up situation

Your mama like where my son at?

Everybody know I done that

But the law, don't know where the gun at

So they can't touch me, can't question me

Can't fuck wit me - so it's an unsolved mystery

BGeezy a dawg yea

Don't give a fuck about the law

Ready ta send you ta the morgue yea

Have you feelin' like a number 2 pencil

When I put that lead in you

They fly ta H-Town in Continental

Live with a bad bitch, have my hoe strapped too

I got a Mac-11, she got a tec-22

[Verse 3: Turk]

Block of blocks, I rob niggas

Better drop it like its hot 'fore you die nigga

You can think it's a game if you want, they fly nigga

Them hollows hit you live, uh uh nigga

You be left as a memory, on a fresh white is ya picture

I keep it on the low, so no one a know that I did ya

Playin' like that, these days niggas a stain ya

Play the game rap, kidnap ya L.G. and (rape) her

I'm dirty so they call me low down - where I'm from

Shot first, I can't miss with a chopper with a drum

I'm shootin' ta kill - no wheel chairs or shit bags

I shoot you in places where I know you gon' die fast

Ya head and ya chest wodie

Catch ya dippin' by ya whole house when ya loaded

Give it too ya in blood, that's one way of solvin' problems my nigga

Come around my spot - don't know ya that's a problem my nigga

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

All I know is bend swangin' - make the enemy block scorch

Nigga I been hangin' - oh I ain't just jump off out the porch

I'ma iron toter, my niggas got me drinkin' Henne' - got my mind towed up

So all I do is +Spin tha Bend+ I keep my rag top

I had it on ever since the day my dad died

And now it's on and I'm ready for guerilla war

This C.M.B. - y'kno who my only niggas are, the 17th

I put it down for my lil' thug niggas - too young ta get in the club niggas

But waitin' front so when you come out they bust nigga

Trust nigga, this shorty wild

And I been thuggin' with BGeezy - he taught me how

Now play with me and watch it catch it fire

I hit'cha block with the long clip - ride it - fryer

Now watch how I make my bullets spread like gengivitis

Lil' Wayne - Cash Money Record's young rider, young rider

[Outro: Birdman]

There you have it nigga, off top, four lil' youngstas

Knockin' niggas dick in they dirt, ya understand?

So if you can't get with this here put ya dick in the sand

Nigga we got this shit, lockin' this shit, doin' this shit

Cash Money Millionaires and Fresh droppin' this shit

Nigga if you'ont like it you can suck my dick

What Ha! - what Ha! - what Ha! - what Ha! - what Ha! - what Ha!- what Ha!

We doin' this bitch, get it or get with it

If not motherfuck ya nigga