[Lil Wayne]
  (Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (mmhmm) uh-huh
  (Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix)
  (Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen..
    (Ladies and gentleman!)
  Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well
  And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail
  Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya girl
  Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooom
  Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost
  Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts
  Got a Escalade wavin on them deep dish rims
  And got ya girl sayin "We just friends" - I ain't trippin
  I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it
  Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh
  From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy
  We get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me?
  I got some freaks on my side that you'll like
  And somethin on my wrist colder than a Coors Light
  It's SQ-7 CMB it's life
  It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh
  (Ladies and gentleman!)
    [Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
  A wodie, whassup? Wodette, whassup?
  A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?
  A wodie, whassup? A wodette, whassup?
  A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?
    [Baby]
  I'm the #1 stunna Baby, B, Bryan and Bubba
  Got that Crist' in my hand, a pistol in the other
  Olde English and Hot Boy bout to get in some trouble
  Plus I'm leanin off the liquor, bout to get at your woman
  I'm runnin with them HPG's, them Uptown thugs
  I ain't buyin the bar homey I'm buyin the club
  So momma look, get chea, show me whassup
  Put some straightenin on them dubs, and show me some love
  Like Hennessy, (?), clean, G
  You gotta admit it that's the way it's supposed to be
  I'm the bird man homey and I'm sellin them cheaps
  Put hits on bustaz while I'm brushin my teefs
  Can't quit this now cause you done played it too strong
  Stunna call you on it 'til I'm dead and gone
  One love to them Hot Boys, sellin that wrong
  And my homies in the pen, from usin they phones
    [Chorus]
    [Turk]
  Look, forget what ya heard dawg, Turk still thuggin
  You got me messed up, bout to make me start bustin
  Trust me, I don't miss cousin
  And the last thing you see is fire and blood gushin
  I'm a lil' thug, always strapped with that thang
  You get killed thug, when you're messin with me main
  I run with real soldiers called the B.G.F.
  Ready for anything you could believe dat dere
  I guess it's in us to be the way that we be
  We all from Uptown, from the 3 'til the 13th
  We tote choppers, with a hundred in 'em
  And you see them dome shots we bout, runnin in 'em
  We play it raw, give a know what about the law
  They get stole too when they, messin with us
  My team still strong, we all from the hood
  CMR for life, come between? Wish you would
    [Chorus]
    [Juvenile ad libs to fade]