Lyrics No Other - lil wayne , Juelz Santana
Yeah,
what
it
do
Haha,
heh,
already,
yeah
Listen
man,
yeah
my
niqqa
We
got
this
shit
Ey,
ey,
i
tried
told
them
Yeah,
Cash
Money
Millionaire,
ya
know
I
Can't
Feel
My
Face
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
let's
go
Let's
go,
let's
go,
haa,
i
told
them
Shoutout
to
Bun
B,
yeah
1
Yeah,
straight
up
D-Boy,
17th
Ward
Miss
Katrina
turned
my
city
to
a
seesaw
I
keep
goin'
for
them
corners
like
Lyor
They
gon'
either
respect
me
or
he
all
Burnin
them
bitches
like
a
sequel
Punk,
put
a
hump
in
your
back,
they
called
it
Igor
What,
this
shit
is
hard,
any
yard
where
we
are
We
call
that
cocaine
rice,
i
got
that
Condoleezza
Huh,
you
fuck
with
me
chump,
i
rock
your
teacup
I
say
before
you
spend
a
dollar
boy,
put
up
the
re-up
Yep,
get
up
cuz
we
up,
foot
up
and
knee
up
In
the
game,
put
up
and
shut
up,
i
hit
your
head
up
or
go
bang
Birdgang
and
the
Birdman
J,
Lil
Wayne
Here
to
hang,
other
words
here
to
stay,
feel
my
pain
Fireman,
i
spark
and
i
rain,
i
hark
through
the
flames
Yeah,
all
for
the
change,
yeah,
call
it
insane
But
im
a
hustler
to
the
muscle
And
them
new
drop
Bentley's
look
like
pussy
in
the
summer
So
im
fuckin'
that,
huggin
that
block
like
im
lovin'
that
Never
sell
a
crumb
where
my
mother
at,
run
with
that
You
can
come
at
me
for
beef
and
shots
come
with
that
Your
bitch
come
at
me
for
wood
and
im
the
lumberjack
I
come
in
that
Similac
Maybach,
shades
black
Lookin'
like
im
tryna
bring
yay
back,
asap
Give
it
to
em
raw,
no
ajax,
taste
that
Huh,
fuck
around
and
make
your
face
crack
I
know
niggaz
that
shoot
dope,
arms
lookin'
like
a
racetrack
Nigga
missed
a
vein
in
his
neck,
his
whole
face
fat
You
can't
take
that,
well
i
can't
take
back
Where
i
come
from
so
i
learned
how
to
make
that
Yeah,
turn
that
straight
to
a
G
stack
Stack
up
my
cheese,
now
im
screamin
"where
the
keys
at"
Interlude
I
Can't
Feel
My
Face
I
really
don't
think
they
ready
for
this
2
I'm
from
block
one,
five-one,
where
my
young
Niggaz
on
the
rise
to
get
a
name,
don't
try
them
Wayne,
i
fell
your
pain
and
i
see
your
stress
How
they
think
your
people
'posed
to
get
through
Katrina
off
of
FEMA
checks
Coke
in
a
Pyrex,
dope
and
the
ice,
yes
Mind
on
the
highway,
road
signs,
right,
left
And
that's
the
mind-state
of
kids
growin'
up
Still
they
wonder
why
the
crime
rate's
goin
up,
throw
it
up
Eastside,
Westside,
Southside,
Northside
Fuck
with
my
money,
i
torch
guys,
off
guys
Hire
men,
fire
men,
send
em
to
a
higher
man
(there
he
go)
Torture
em,
vice
grip,
pliers
man
Niggaz
turn
to
tin
foil
when
they
see
the
iron
man
Pressure
bust
pipes,
i
apply
it
and
Move
like
a
lion
through
the
jungle
(yes)
There
is
none
higher
than
me,
don't
slip
up
and
wind
up
in
the
lion
bend
Big
body
Benz
eyein'
man,
higher
than
A
chick
that
flight-attend
or
air
force
flyer
man
Bad
bitches,
i
fly
em
and
fuck
em
Send
em
back
home
hyped,
feelin'
like
they
on
nitrogen
Just
call
me
the
Pied
Piper
man
Still
get
the
coke
through
the
pipeline
then
off
to
the
piper
stem
And
im
still
gettin'
paper
back
in
rubber
bands
I
still
got
paper
bags
comin'
in
I
still
got
that
mattress
with
the
paper
bags
under
it
Comic
books,
Playboy
baby
mag
under
it
Still,
i
still
got
ties
with
my
guys
who
don't
speak
no
English
Them
vatos,
they
got
those
cheapest
Got
no
green
card,
got
no
visas
and
got
those
Pablo
features
They
drop
off
then
pick
up,
i
pick
up
then
drop
off
The
drop
off
was
picked
up
and
then
what,
i
get
it
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