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"Menaces 2 Society" is a track by Lil Wayne, from the album I Can’t Feel My Face-Off (Unofficial), released 27th September 2009. Full lyrics are available below.
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[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
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