24’s

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

...see im a young new orleans nigga

With the block wide open

Standin in the kitchen with the crack pot smoking

I been whippin - i been stock

Gunnaz comin back ta 31 with no sola

I know niggas that a murder yo son with no motive

My dro come purple as plum

Im so loaded

You fuckin with a hustler

I get my coke bloated

You fuckin with a real gangsta - i tote .40s

And .45s - Glock .9s and thomes

Aks - ars never a dull moment

We SQAD 7 and yall phony

We got hard dicks

And yall on em like ponies

No faget

I get money all the time

Im a dough addict

And 2gs a wipe out your whole family

You tryna git at me

I show you sammy call him supa

And he only speak prices - get tha loot up

Yea its weezy f. - mister future

Though my future big

Im still quik ta shoot ya

Gotta big dick

Bitch git tha ruler

Homie you so quik ta lose her

Its slick tha ruler - weezy

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]

Yea - what tha fuck you niggas talkn about

Catch you walkin out yo house

Im white chalkin you out

We big dawgs what tha fuck you niggas barkin about

Young money muhafucka we tha talk of tha souf

Shit im kinda like lebron james

Hall of fame before i even got in the game

Its a god damn shame

But i, got that payin na drop that range

So i shop that caine and cop that range

And i try ta stay focus

Ta stay away from the streets

And them vultures

That my cake in my door

Weezy say keep ya head strait

J.you gon blow up

Til i hold up my head like a solja

I ain't never scared

I got a hawk with hot thunder and metal hands

Send a shot through your mecca gear

Watcha leather tear

I'm like juelz I'm a hard ta handle melon head

Hit a nigga in his melon head

He already dead

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]

Ill put the flame ta ya nogen

Blaze shift ya fade

Give ya ass another line and no lying

See I'm in this lane driving

There's no stopping me

Tryin off is - so foul me

Or get a foul back

Eat up or you fouling if he follows

Smelling me prick

I leave ya ass foul as animal shit

Nigga I'm an animal - shit

Run with an animal clique

SQ guerillas keep banana clips

Make ya, get down on the floor

On some David Banner shit

Or put the rock into ya skull

Aiy band you quick

There's no band aids or bandages

Cuz man its just the brave in ya parents piss

And then, in a few days I'm at cha second line

Dancing as the bitch like ain't that a bitch

Left of crampy analyst

I got the greens and the prince

Got the weed goin admit

And I'm ripping that batter

Yea I got them bird for pualie

Don't want no cracker and prolly

Assault your cracker

When near a soft blast ya - bastard

[Kidd Kidd, Lil Wayne & T-Streets talk until song fades]