{Lil' Wayne}   Big Tymers, nigga (Big Tymers, nigga)   I got that work, nigga (I got that work, nigga)   Look, look, listen:      This is where them niggas die fast   Sell bricks and buy bags   They dodge class to hit the block and go find cash   If you try to pass - take my advice: drive fast   'Cause, my man, ain't no escapin' when shots blast   You wonder why the cops keep circlin'   Niggas murderin'   I ain't never saw 'em before   Tonight we twurkin' 'em   Niggas wearin' masks like glasses   Niggas got on tank tops and a pair of Reebok classics   Pants to my knees 'cause the glock make it slouch   I can't talk right now - I got three rocks in my mouth   And, wodie, when we enter-- niggas freeze up like it's winter   And if a nigga whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner   Seventeen representer - you don't like it, do somethin'   And I'll bet you'll see a nigga outside 'bout two-somethin'   And we like to dress in all black up in my residence   Ain't got on no suits 'cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents      {Hook - 2x (Lil' Wayne + Baby)}   {Wayne} Nigga, we done moved more coke   {Baby} than a nigga could know   {Wayne} More money, more cars   {Baby} than a nigga could show   {Wayne} And more ice - cheap price   {Baby} than a nigga could score   {Wayne} And hit blocks with glocks   Make 'em get on the floor      {Baby}   Nigga wakin' up to alley cats and rats   Project bitches that tote gats   Niggas kickin' the dope, but the crack done smack back   Lil' niggas runnin' through the hallways   While other niggas playin' ball - made a court in the driveway   Things ain't the same where I use to play   It's guns and broads   New cars, neighborhood superstars   And hoes smokin' cigars   Lil' ones sittin' on the car   Watchin' the bus hollerin',   "Them people comin!" when that blue car pull up   I'm tired of catchin' cuts, and bendin' corners   I got that work - got youngsters on all four corners   You got the quarters, and you got them halves   I got the quarter ki's, and Fresh got the slabs   Ten a ki is the price if you want a brick   And if you don't know that, nigga - tax the bitch      {Hook - 2x (Lil' Wayne + Baby)}   {Wayne} Nigga, we done moved more coke   {Baby} than a nigga could know   {Wayne} More money, more cars   {Baby} than a nigga could show   {Wayne} And more ice - cheap price   {Baby} than a nigga could score   {Wayne} We hit blocks with glocks   Make 'em get on the floor   {Baby} For sure, wodie      {Mannie Fresh}   It's the return of the click-clackin'   Downtown pistol packin'   Y'all remember me from back in the '89 era   When killers use to wear mascara   And run through the court causin' terror   Random riot gunshots   Government-issued glocks   That's bakin' soda added with that odor - now you got clatch pots   Niggas went from (?) to frozen cups   To catchin' cuts, to big ole nuts   Shorty, I been on missions   Jackin' niggas for Balley competitions   Stickin' guns in bustas' backs   Everybody, come out your Polos and your Zodiacs   But that was back in the days   See, niggas done changed they ways   Went from snug-nose-38's to hand grenades   Now it's a must that niggas bust back when they get cussed at   Or fussed at   Nine-millimeters, glocks, pumps, riot guns, niggas can trust that      {Hook - 4x (Lil' Wayne + Baby)}   {Wayne} Nigga, we done sold more coke   {Baby} than a nigga could know   {Wayne} More money, more cars   {Baby} than a nigga could show   {Wayne} More ice - cheap price   {Baby} than a nigga could score   {Wayne} We hit blocks with glocks   Make 'em get on the floor   {Baby} For sure, lil' one      {Wayne} What!      {Baby {talking}}   Y'all got to understand   We got this shit on lock, wodie   If you ain't makin' money you ain't doin' what you suppose to   I understand niggas kickin' in doors for twenty-inch momo's   Whatever it take, lil' daddy   And it don't matter   If I get caught up in a struggle, I got to take mines   If you get caught up, you better believe it..   that that iron gon' get your mind right, dog   We hustlin' for sure, fa   Bling-blingin' without a doubt   Like new cars, and pretty broads   And neighborhood superstars   Money   Bitches   Rags to riches