500 Degreez (Album Version (Explicit))

You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack Bitch niggas where ya hearts at? Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us Bitch niggas where ya cars at? They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?" I'm about to bring CMR back And all the lames, we done lost that And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back "Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back And the wheels on my car you got all of that Stop playing, I've been balling jack You don't want my glock spraying I hit all them cats You don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats I get all them gats Fresh and B it's all a rap! If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that? You don't want to fuck with Weezy You don't want to fuck with Weezy Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up Don't even go there round Niggas get your cash up We probably need to clash up And shit got me 'bout ass up They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up and guess what And I heard they got a nice chain And for the right price I'll bust the right brain And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling Riding through the city just me and my friend Friday night special, professional tight aim A gangsta is who you hearing Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling I'm more real than, I got more scrill than Got mo