(Talking)   Yea   Uh Huh   The Fuck Was I Thinkin?   Drought 3 Bitch!   Yeah Let Me Light My See Through Blunt   Whatchu Kno Bout It?   Get It!   Weezy's The Name   Moneys The Game   Already!      (Verse 1)   Hard Body Muddafucka Got The Heart Of A Killer   Young God In Da Buildin Bout To Start A Religion   Bout To Call Bin Laden Up And Order Some Missles   Brang Em Straight To Ya Block And Go To War Wit You Bitches   If U Hit The Head Then The Rest Fall In Position   Shoot A Nigga On His Porch And Make Him Fall In His Kitchen   Copped A Big Boy Porsche Wit All The Specifics   And I Keep That Torch Baby Call Me Olympics   Red White Blue Pills Flippin Skills Like Gyminsts   And Neva Give A Bitch Money Blood Or Kidneys   When The Gun Goes Pow I Be At The Finish   Wit My Medal Round My Neck Autograph On My Tennis   The Land Of Da Murder Dope Crack And Syringes   Pull Up On Ya In Da Coupe How Fat Is Ya Engine   Neva Talk To Those That Sat On Dem Benches Boy   I Was In Da Game On 4th And Inches   These Niggas Want The Business   Imma Give These Boys Da Business   See U Fuckin Wit Da Boy That Told Yall Ta Fuck Christmas   Got All These Hoes Trippin   Got All These Hoes Strippin   No We Aint PSC But Them Bitches Know We Tippin   I Juss Bought A Pint And Aint None Of Yall Sippin   Make My Friends Buy They Own Fuck Im Tired Of Being Friendly   Aint Gotta Lie Juss To Try To Be Wit Me   Bitches Up In Heaven Waitin At The God To Be Wit Me   Im Crazy For Being Wayne Or Is Wayne Juss Crazy   I Been Around Im Still Around Like Them Geico Cavemen   Hairpin Trigga No I Wont Shave It   I Spot Hip Hop In The Ocean Im Gonna Save It   The South Is So Dirty Bitch U Can Bathe It   Hollygrove Dawg And I Feel Like Matin   Babygirl Yo Pussy Lookin So Vacant   And Its Fuck You And Fuck Georgia Bush Not Makin   Fuck Waste Deep Im In Ova My Head   But Its Cool Imma Make It Im Good Like Meagan   Your Girl Want Me To Come Ronald Like Reagan   Your Boyfriend Is Softer Than A Carton Of Eggs And   I Dont Fear Nothing But God And Weddings   At The Top Of My Paper Like Im Starting A Heading   My Homie Santana Yea Das My Ace   But You May Know Us As I Cant Feel My Face      (Talking)   Yeah   Weezy Bitch   Dont Give A Fuck Bout You At All   Im Paid   Been That Way For A Long Time   Looks Like Imma Die Like That   Cus If Aint Imma Juss Die   Haha      (Verse 2)   Yeah See They Dont Kno Where I Came From But They Kno Where Im Goin   And I'll Tell You Juss How The Top Feels When Im On   In The Game Im No Cheetah Imma Tiger Imma Cougar Imma Panther Imma Bengle   Ocho Cinco   Im Illy Shirt Softer Than Gillie   In A Pair Of Gucci Flops Feelin Free-er Than Willie   When Dem Niggas Left I Got A Little Bit Chilly   But I Juss Let It Burn Like The End Of The Philly   Weezy!