Menaces 2 Society

[Intro: Juelz Santana & Lil Wayne]

It's me again

[?] crack in the flesh

Santana, baby

I know y'all remember this

Yeah

Let's do it

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]

A fucked up childhood, had me like damn (damn)

Watching how I move, how I hustle, how I stand (yup)

Bad enough I'm watchin for the cops in white vans (ooh)

Then I go and cop them white grams

Pop! They like, "Scram!"

I'm like, man, I gotta eat somehow, some way

Soon, now, today, ayy, listen

Told papi, "I got cake to spend, I got eight to spend

I got a spot waitin for me to put weight up in"

He said, "I like that! Here, pay for this, I front you that"

I looked, said, "Nigga, I'll be right back"

And I was right back, with that cash

Exact cash, like, "Look, now I need twice that"

I made a vow that I wouldn't be broke, I couldn't be broke

And as a man, I shouldn't be broke (nope)

So I learned how to cook, make a cookie from coke

Fiends love a good piece of cookie to smoke

And I knew that!

Now I could take ten of these, easily bake ten of these

My whip game sick, mayne, bring back slave memories

Kept those fifths with me, better safe than sorry

I wasn't just gon' let no kid stick me

I wasn't just gon' let no kid hit me (nah)

Leave me on the ground

I'm tryna send those kids with me (yup)

That's just some obstacles you go through

In the process of profiting

And progressing, they always tryna knock a man (man!)

Sometimes, you gotta pop the man, drop a man

Another obstacle to stop a man from stopping you (uh-huh!)

I thought I'd never stop dishing the white out

'Til I was treated like a surfboard and physically wiped out

Then, I thought about all the shit I could write 'bout

All the shit my life 'bout, and quick got the mic out

[Refrain: Juelz Santana]

So, be on the lookout for a straight-up menace, ayy!

Nigga be, nigga be, nigga be, nigga be

Be on the lookout for a straight-up menace, ayy!

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]

Ayy! Yeah, yeah

I love it! Yeah

You already know, you already know

You already know, you already know

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I don't wanna hurt nobody, but I promise

But I promise if you try me, we gon' have to rewind this track

And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!

That boy'll lay flat, so flat

That Act' is what I perform, all you haters

Have me in all black, like a Oakland Raider

See, I know that game, I know them scores

If your wrist ain't broke, then the world is yours

I'm feeling like Scarface, like the Cohiba

Streets reply, I look right in the four-seater

You know, I be I, get right in the four-seater

Top floor of the Four Seasons

Four of them girls

And they all know how to cook it up

And, nigga, I got some

And only one know how to bag up, bundle up

It's a cold world, now homie bundle up

We ain't on this grind for nothing, we get our hustle up

[Outro: Juelz Santana & Lil Wayne]

Ayy! It's me again

[?] crack in the flesh

Get ya money

Back Like Cooked Crack Part 2 (you know?)

The first one was sorta like a classic, you know? (crazy)

There's a lot of politics and bullshit (you know?)

But I am back like crack, baby (that's right)

So, be on the lookout for a straight-up menace