Lil Wayne - We Dont Lyrics

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Ay shawty, you know what Im sayin
Some niggaz palms be sweatin
Some niggaz palms be itchy
It dont matter, a nigga just gotta get it
You know what Im sayin, nigga
We built this shit from the ground up
Nigga, The Carter, nigga
You what Im sayin
We been around the world gettin money nigga
We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood
Every project, nigga
We worldwide hustlas, nigga Belie that bitch
You what Im sayin
Lets get them niggaz, lets ride shawty

Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders
Five young niggaz uptown servants
Word, they bird curvin for servin
Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin out like they jaws curvin
Bitch, and we was raised in these war times
Jail also made men in these hard times
And dont cry Ima get mines so pray for me
Im on the block on the grind, mama pray for me
So nigga respect my G, respect my grind
Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind
Nigga respect this heat
When these niggaz out of line, nigga we dress up and creep
Whoa, shawty Ima blow they whole block
Fuckin with a soldier, mastermind is on plot
Third ward survivor, uptown madness
Killin is a hobby, jackin is a habbit, bitch

We Dont give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
Well fuck a niggas shit up if nigga is fuckin with us
And then pump em make em lift up, hit em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin money baby
Cmon, We Dont give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
Well fuck a niggas shit up if nigga is fuckin with us
And then pump em make em lift up, hit em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin money baby, cmon

The murder man, picture me lurkin
Right up behind ya curtains nines squirtin
And you could hear it when its hurtin
But if I hear him hurtin Ill walk over and merk him for certain
I took over the circus
Cause Ima act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface
I walk around, fo pound and surface
To spin ya ass around in circles, you urkle
Blood run up out ya earth now you purple
Your homeboy get it first, but you worst so
Now you headed to the skies above
And Im go and get high with ya bitch in the club
Yeah, lifes a bitch and deaths a husband
And you gonna have to meet up if you keep on fuckin up
And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin up
But you dont want see them CMB blood knuckle up

Shoot him in his head so he remember
Because of that mama Ill be gone till Novemeber
I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners
Them niggaz on the block say them boys gon get em
But them niggaz on the block dont know the toys who with em
Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin with me
Im hoping yall feel me, I told yall what the dealy
Ya open up ya face Ima open up the semi
I open up ya kidneys now ya floatin up the Missi-
Ssippi, river nigga play with deep water now ya swimmin
Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin
Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it
And even though I be the man with the millis
When the shit go down I be the man with the millis
Beef cranberry on the ceilin
This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin cmon