Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Say It Ain’t So

[Gotti]

Yeah, no doubt, ugh

One time for the motherfuckin…

[Jazze Pha]

Yaw

This, is a Mannie Frishzzle, producshizzle, ha

My nizzle [whistles] I smoke dro

[Baby]

Whoa, whoa, aiight give it to him dogg

[Chorus: Jazze Pha] + (Baby)

I heard he snitchin on a playa man (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

I-smoke-dro (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

Don’t-smell-blow (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

Rock-hundred-fo’ (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

Slam peller back do’

[Boo]

Alright, look

Say he snitchin on my click, you gotta be kidding

You sellin rear rock shit, not glisten

The peeps got Yep not Pipmen

Me, Myself, Gotti & Pop was on my hit man

[Gotti]

Yeah, and I’m a Gangsta, Smoka, Toasta

Right by the ways for niggas who won’t play

Got birds for niggas who won’t pay, and they

Goin for cheap dogg I got that yay

Bird Dogg

[Baby]

Aye, it’s all legal (uh-hmm) 82 regal, test can’t see through

Fly like a bird, land like a eagle

Pimp these broads like Mannie Freazy

It ain’t easy with eighty ends

You got these brand new mesquino tens

Boots, Icy draw

What niggas you know, that can do what we do

[Chorus: Jazze Pha (Baby)]

I heard he snitchin on a playa man (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

I-smoke-dro (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

Don’t-smell-blow (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

Rock-hundred-fo’ (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

Slam peller back do’

[Keith Murray]

Yeah, turn me up, yo

Ayyo I’m like a lifeguard on the beat

When niggas try to rap, I come through and I save the track

I’m fresh like Mannie, fly like the Birdman

Won’t waste my time, torch you in freak sand

I look at gettin Cash Money like a sport

Smoke a Newport, then finish yo ass with one thought

Niggas pop my collar for me when I flot

That’s why in they cats money, oh no, say it ain’t so!

[Mannie Fresh]

Double action pump, in the back of the trunk

And I’ma pop that bitch if you want the funk

And I down that ass, if you get out of line

Old school nigga with a new piece of ine

When I ucka-ucka flame

When I ucka-ucka aim, I’ma clear the whole parkin lot

Some ol’ rusty ass, musty ass, always dusty ass

Busta ass nigga got shot (3 gun pops)

[Chorus: Jazze Pha + (Baby)]

I heard he snitchin on a playa man (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

I-smoke-dro (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

Don’t-smell-blow (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

Rock-hundred-fo’ (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

Slam peller back do’

[Mikkey]

Money, power, I devour niggas every hour

Swallow my pain, I extort lanes for every dollar

Get change out of every coward

Listen, this is pimpin, this is game

This is flickin, this is flame, this is, none other than Mikkey

No lovin, no pity, no huggin, no kiss

Never raw, doggin a bitch

Never rat, cuz we killin the snitch

We hope to be rich, stay broke you’s, dope for a fix (feel me, feel me, feel me)

I heard niggas wanna kill me (really?)

We thirsty for power, we hungry for cheddar

We gamble for mink, and scramble for leather (daamn!)

This is dope, put the fire to the hot spoon

Niggas hatin man prayin that they shot soon

Life ain’t a joke, shit ain’t even buyin soon

[Chorus: Jazze Pha + (Baby)]

I heard he snitchin on a playa man (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

I-smoke-dro (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

Don’t-smell-blow (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

Rock-hundred-fo’ (say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so, say it ain’t so)

Slam peller back doors

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Do That…

[Intro: P. Diddy]

C’mon now, c’mon now

Cash Money, Bad Boy baby

Let’s go

[Baby]

Pretty lady go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)

Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c’mon now)

Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Touch it down to the floo’ (do you like dat daddy?)

Pick it up and let’s go (put it right there daddy?)

[Baby]

See I walk through the club wit my Prada on

Vallet to da keys cuz tha cars so strong

Twenty four whoooo, mami know too

Ballas come through tha side doo’ wit they crew

I went left and Puff went right

Plus we had on all that ice

I had a bald chick he had one too

I had a mink on she had one too

[P. Diddy talking]

Hey Birdman hold up a second

You see them ladies over there?

Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing

Yeah, I like that there

Finish what you were saying

[Baby]

I bought tha bar out so he bought tha bar too

It ain’t nothin to a balla mami do what we do

Pimp game wear big rings

Birdman drive a red Range

[Chorus: Baby]

Pretty lady go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)

Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)

Pretty lady go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)

Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Sexy momma go on do that dance (c’mon now)

Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Touch it down to the floo’ (do you like dat daddy?)

Pick it up and let’s go (put it right there daddy?)

Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Touch it down to the floo’ (do you like dat daddy?)

Pick it up and let’s go (put it right there daddy?)

[P. Diddy]

Now shake it fast, watch yo’self

Ma show me what you workin wit twurk dat thang

Bounce like dat girl work that thang

Make a pimp wanna hurt that thang

Stop frontin ma and do dat dance

Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere

What you got dere? Bend ova show that tattoo right there

Jus shake it, shake it, break it, break it

Now look at you momma, oooohh, high cut

I see from behind ya, oooohh, she’s all that

Baby you a designa wit a, coach bag

Wit a scarf around it wit a, coach hat

Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up

Til you steam and you scream, I’m burnin up

On tha scene I seen her doin the butt

Keep doin what your doin to her, let’s go

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy]

I see you lookin at me momma like you could, drop somethin

Keep lookin at me momma cause you a, hot somethin

Girl shake it around, like you got somethin

No playin around momma, stop frontin

[Baby]

I see what you doin mami, um hum

I like the way you move mami [bird sounds]

Me and Diddy could buy you a car, ma

Me and Diddy could make you a star, ma

See those? Let’s go

Tell hot get them broads I’ll bring ’em to the car show

Wipe a pimp down, touch the floo’

Bend ova pop it love, show me what’cha know

[Chorus]

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Neck Of The Woods

[Intro]

Uptown…..

Yeah…yeah..nigga

Well let me take to to the neck of the woods

In my hood (uptown)

Show you wat we livin like (uptown)

Well let me take to to the neck of the woods

In my hood (uptown)

Show you wat we livin like (uptown)

[Lil Wayne]

Shhh

Gangsta to the core

Ankle wrap flamer

Paint your kicthen floor

Wit ur whore

Shit you can’t ignore

Things you indore when u fuckin wit the boy

All i hear is weezy don’t kill me no more

I hear your bullshit

I play matador

I’m not a category

I aint there wit ya’ll

I got a positive vibe but i ain’t scared of ya’ll

Git the kid nigga did never that at all

That rat a tat go off

A black kak kak kak

I gotta bitch so fine her name perrion(?)

She no how to stash quarters in a carry on

I blow outta town

Grass when I’m outta town

Uptown in the building not a sound

Cuz killas don’t get heard about

They get whispered about

Or you get murdered out (nigga)

[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]

Well let me take to to the neck of the woods

In my hood uptown

Show you wat we livin like

(walkin like a man

Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket

I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)

Well let me take to to the neck of the woods

In my hood uptown

Show you wat we livin like

(walkin like a man

Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket

I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)

[Birdman]

The first shot

The first nigga got shot

We bust him open like a blunt on a marley nigga (yeah)

A hundred g’s

Nigga score some keys

Then we went to the hood and then we started to ball nigga (started to ball)

We know them people been paper chasin

So we stay out the way then we pull out the hardest nigga

We keep the gats close,incase you wan know

You come to the hood i bet you a target nigga

Its all good till you catch a case

A nigga never escape cuz you edicted to money nigga

Well let me bring you back yesterday

I lil homie i know got full of that barma nigga

Fuckin round wit that kid and play

Nigga fuckin wit gs a nigga twisted his body nigga

Well let me tell you bout this game i know

You keep flippin dough homie you’ll be ridin the flyest nigga

[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]

Well let me take to to the neck of the woods

In my hood uptown

Show you wat we livin like

(walkin like a man

Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket

I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)

Well let me take to to the neck of the woods

In my hood uptown

Show you wat we livin like

(walkin like a man

Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket

I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)

[Lil Wayne]

Got it on your mind let daddy say sumtin

All that play buckin

Gon get your face buttoned up

Now when you smirk

You look like jay-z’s shirt

Fuckin wit that turf,i’m puffin on that smurf

Fuck it come holla and tell that poppa put away your dollas

Your son got choppas

And if you got enemies (yeah)

Your son got enemies (believe that)

That’s uptown energy nigga!

[Birdman]

Don’t waste no time on no bullshit

If it ain’t hood shit

We spend a lil paper nigga

Well if you catch em in the hood nigga

It’s all good shit

Go head do me that favor nigga

Well let me take you down deep in the inside

It’s where they hustle and the homies try to get it right

It’s when you gotta ride

It’s when the homie die

And the money can’t stop the pain in the inside

[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]

Well let me take to to the neck of the woods

In my hood uptown

Show you wat we livin like

(walkin like a man

Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket

I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)

Well let me take to to the neck of the woods

In my hood uptown

Show you wat we livin like

(walkin like a man

Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket

I’m a uptown nigga NIGGA!)

Uptown…[repeat]

[Birdman talks till end]

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna On The Rocks

[Chorus: Baby + Jazze Pha]

I keep my rims – On the rocks

I keep my jims’ – On the rocks

I keep my drink – On the rocks

That’s how I’m living – +My Life, My Life, My Life+

I keep my briefs – On the rocks

I keep my platinum teef’s – They on the rocks

I keep my bank – on the rocks

That’s how I’m living – +My Life, My Life, My Life+

[Baby (Jazze Pha)]

You see that silver satin ma’ , thats beautiful daddy

I put them 22 rocks on that brand new Caddy

Y’kno AMG wit’ chromed kit pipes

(Lord Lord Lord that’s a beautiful site)

Aiy its a milli-milli nigga, milli-milli-milli nigga

Million blocks, million in rocks nigga, million cars

The Ro-Roc-Rock Boy, rock your ice and rock your toy

It’s the Birdman daddy, no time na’ pause

If y’kno it’s gon’ rain let it rock ya fall

Don’t non come from top, But birds and ball

I’m grateful for the man that gave it all

But I rock my world and I thank the man

‘Cuz I came in this bitch wit’ my dick in my hand

Got that Caddy on broaders, block milla-walla

Nine-millimeter make the baddest nigga ball up

[Chorus]

[Stone]

My grill ma’ straightened ’em all

Gucci – Gabanna – fuck the cost

Fendi – Prada – I burn it all

They been down we gotta ball

You Back it up – I’m loving that

I’m smacking up ya shorty back

Gambs’ is up, better stack, I bought the truck

I covered that, Ghetto rich still lock them thangs

Money still in mansions man

CMB, 10 a ki’ , wodie ain’t nothing changed

But I still got my ghetto stripes

Red – blue and yellow ice

That’s all I rock, fuck the cops

They want me in that jail fa’ life

[Baby]

Aiy, I’m Stuntin’ tanight

Whoo! It’s going down tanight

Hmm Hmm, I’m popping come Crist’

I’m looking fa some hoes ta put on my list

Fits Tailored in the ‘Vette with that platinum ass

That Gucci rag with the Bird in the bag

It’s the Prada man, you prolly see me in brand new Jag

Gucci tailored, ma’ don’t tell me that

[Chorus]

[‘Lac]

Nigga, I went from big ‘Bok shoes in Rolls ta 23 inches

This Cadillac so y’kno I’m pimpin’

Fo’ insuran’ I don’t play that, I’m filled wit’ begets

Riding through Eastover look that is where I stay at

I drive a Bentley and park a Bentley

Buyin’ rims by the feet ‘cuz they short on inches

Look I’m on the block nigga, off the top nigga

Go and cop nickels – something on the rocks nigga

[Baby (‘Lac)]

Look I spend my cash, Hood Rich (nigga don’t ask)

Croc-a-dile interior, the platinum glass

22 inch buttons on that G-Wag

Got the mink on the floor, swine seats lil’ daddy

I’m the boss of the ghetto in the ’98 Caddy

It’s big pimpin’ baby, I’m Weezy Wee Daddy

Got the green pinky ring, the rock 30 carats

I keep it all hood, nigga check my status

[Chorus]

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna I Got To

[Lil Wayne]

Bitch look up in the sky it’s the bird fucking man

Junior daddy – shitting on the game

You probably see me sitting on the Range

I’m hustling – look up in the sky it’s a bird of some cain

Aye, I flip it twice and I serve in the game

Shout it “Ride fly, 20 birds on that thang”

I say shout it “Ride high dro burn my brain”

Gotta let a boy – I re-earn my thang

And my five pound germ might sing

A song – if you wanna sing say “Bling”

And if you ever see my pa say “King”

And if you ever see his son say “Weezy baby!”

New prints of the Big Easy baby

Ya’ll niggas can’t see me, but I see you lil Pha Pha baby

Ya dude can’t lose – I’ma spread my wings and fly away brrrr!

[Chorus]

Know why I stay so fucking fly?

Stay dipped in every kind of ice?

Big rims on every ride?

Cause I got to, I got to nigga

Live life you ain’t gone live it twice

Pop ‘cris, smoke dro, and get that white

Don’t worry ’bout the price

Cause I got you, I got to nigga

[Baby]

It’s the king of the flyer

That ride skinny tires

I’m so so high and I’m so so higher

Its me and Jr. that’s so so fly

Fuck them other niggas cause they need to retire

We pluck polar bear winter on my side

Sitting on the swine – alligator punch-line

Super stitch in my leather – pockets full of cheddar

Smoke sticky, icky, icky, icky

We drank absolute cristal for breakfast

New whips come out – I puts it together

Tell you how I do it – I change my leather

No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers

And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters

Bought mami the matching shit and plucked her feathers

I wipe it down bitch – bird lady forever

Birdman switch from Rees to (?) leather

[Chorus]

[Baby]

She was a raggedy bitch, switched her up, cleaned her life

You no longer a scrub you the Birdman’s wife

So don’t you think twice about this mink and leather shit

You drive by the hood and bird shit on a bitch

Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman’s bitch

Get anything you need and you roll with the clique

Go to the club and get a front row seat

Pop mo Don P just shit on a bitch

See your fly now mami – used to be a dirty bitch

Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick

You maintain mami – you never just wild out

That’s why Stunna put you in that big ass house

With the German floors with the wood grain side

Mink on the door with the foreign G ride

(?) Bird berry Gucci be a surprise

No cost too high for my bitch to stay fly

[Chorus 1x fades to talking]

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Ice Cold

[Baby]

Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book

Pimps are people too

He is also the president of guns, bitches, and automobiles

He also controls all the seafood trade

He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes

The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen

The sardines, the cardads, and all that

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcome

To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle

(Turn up J. Fizzle’s microphone)

[Jazze Pha – in backround]

Tell me why, why, is it soo

That I’m soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold)

Tell me why, why, is it soo

That I’m soo-oh, ice cold

[Verse 1]

[Baby]

Stunner and T Kizzie, that’s so icey

Mommy gave me brains on the back of my bikey

I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey

Icey icey, my wifey wifey

[TQ]

They should have named me Dr. Freeze

Cause I’m the coldest nigga y’all done seen

The day that rap met r&b

Got the birdman, Jazze, and me

[Baby]

Ay, ay, see I’m so icey, my life so cool

So so icey, the boys a fool

Ice from iceman, I ice my boo

Iced all over, from my head to her shoe

[TQ]

Ice in the mail from Jacob boo

I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too

It’s million dollar mob that’s behind me boo

Now watch what the fuck I do

(Wipe em down, wipe em down, bitch)

[Chorus – Jazze Pha]

Tell me why, why, (why) is it soo (is it soo)

That I’m soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold)

Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me why) soo

That I’m soo-oh, ice cold

[Verse 2]

[Baby]

Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b round

I put ice on my mom, and my sister too

It’s mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe

[TQ]

I’d ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here

On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims

[Baby]

The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots

I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes

[TQ]

Look at iced up dro back, iced up me

Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty

[Baby]

Put ice on my Benz, on the 20 inch rims

And I ice my lens with the burberry tims

I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt

Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest

[TQ]

I’m from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich

Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips

C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks

Put it all together, that’s a whole lot of shit

[Chorus – Jazze Pha]

[Verse 3]

[Baby]

Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimping

I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak

Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth

Round shape, we shape, my shit is a fool

I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo

[TQ]

Went to the corner, you can see me

I’m in the ice cold six four, smoking dro

Balling nice and e-z, is that I bought from fresh

With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best

[Baby]

Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced out

Tiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced out

And Exey icey hot, and busy is too

We get money, spit ice, and wear Gucci suits

[TQ]

Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we are

Ice cold money making, see ya marra

And we gonna keep balling til they close the bar

And do the same damn thing tomorrow

Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Chorus – Jazze pha]

Fo sure nigga, y’all know who want this ice shit

For this game nigga, it ain’t no secret

See ya morra for life nigga

My whole crew shinning nigga

Busy, birdman, third world magnolia, bitch

Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimping

See you stunning, and you talk enough shit to make a cripple man walk

I’m a tell you like this dog

See Jimmy you holding down back there nigga, keep your head up

Say Elton, you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga

You ain’t front at all nigga, keep ya head up, bitch

My brothers in this shit ya heard me, bitch, bitch

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Birdcall motherfucker, birdcall motherfucker

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Never Had Nothing

[Mannie Fresh Talking]

Yo, This Fresh [echoes]

For you [echoes]

Bout to Freak, The Run D-M-C beat, Ya hoids?

Holla!

[Chorus (Baby yellin in the background)]

I ain’t never had nothin (oh yeah), I’m tryna get somethin (believe that there)

And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin? (where you at nigga)

I ain’t never had nothin (smell me bitch), I’m tryna get somethin

With them people on my back (holla nigga, nigga) but I gotta keep duckin

(Mannie Freezy!)

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin (let’s, get feezy)

And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?

(Suga Slim never love me like stone me boy motherfucker)

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin

With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin

[Verse 1]

I started from a rock, then move to a chip

Nowadays I’m the Birdman bitch

I ain’t never had nothin that share the same dish

We jumped off, we share the same clip

We share the same clothes, whole block wore out shit

Ghetto fab, that ghetto shit

It’s that, ghetto map with ghetto tip

You never touch nothin that belong for you slick

We never had nothin so we run for this shit

Breakin-in houses and sellin these bricks, and these

Public houses, it’s goverment bullshit

Four and a half tryna cut well for our shit

They tearin down our project(gun pops)bust-yo-clips

Look in ya eyes, see nothin but bitch, when you

Look in my eyes, see these hardlife shit

We ain’t never had nothin, I don’t stunt till I die bitch!

[Chorus]

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin

And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin

With them people on my back (aye, aye, aye, aye) but I gotta keep duckin

I ain’t never had nothin (alright), I’m tryna get somethin (beyotch!)

And where they sell them thangs at (oh yeah), where yo ass duckin?

(Holla atcha boy nigga!)

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin

With my people on my back but I gotta keep duckin

(Birdcall motherfucker!)

[Verse 2]

Nigga, we had tore down nights

Me and my brother had tore down bikes

Just his tore down life, nigga smoke and fight

Choke the pipe, youngstas bust for stripe

Ain’t got new jewels, ain’t got no life

Nigga, caught the blues when his part called lights

See I, been in yo shoes, lost memos on crews

And I, paid my deuce from scramblin blues

And I, laid my rules from cookin these fools

And these, fucked up time in seventy-two’s

And I, learned to grind in eighty-two’s

And I, learned to shine in ninety-two’s

And I (gun pops), bust my nine in twenty-o-two

Now tell me what the fuck I’m suppose to do

I’ma ball like a dogg, so nigga fuck you!

You ever crossed my line, you know what I’ma do bitch

[Chorus]

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin

And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin

With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin

I ain’t never had nothin (oh yeah), I’m tryna get somethin (beyotch!)

And where they slang them thangs at(holla atcha boy), where yo ass duckin?

(ha, it’s our world baby, promise sucka)

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin

With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin

(aye, aye)

[Verse 3]

We walk up to bread, no meat, marinade (Fuck!)

The whole block share a dozen our eggs

The whole hood had one nigga was craze

Mom smoked that shit she had to pay

Old folks know lil’ one was bust his hage

Heroin, coke, and dope fuck with his head

Bout to flip the script come out today

Wild Tato, C-To, ball today

Hot cake see a fresh know how to play

Other side had my homie had to lay

Big Chief, real from the concrete streets

Nigga was on the labor and wanted to eat

Shit-a-never get better, love is merry

Tall house, survive and duck the inneries

Nice cars, clothes, pussy hoe, money and fame

Every motherfucker in here know my name

I was born then live y’all niggas (believe that bitch!) banned in

That’s why I stunt so fuckin much

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin

And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin

With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin

And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?

I ain’t never had nothin, I’m tryna get somethin

With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin

[Mannie Fresh Talking]

This Fresh [echoes]

For you [echoes]

[Man Talking]

Yo this the real Magnolia, worldwide ya heard me?

I’m just chillin up in the studio with Mannie Fresh and the Birdman

Yo we goin out, ya heard me, with this great hit

Yo, I’m chillin with Seed and Stone, Bizzy

I’m thinkin about my boy Towe too

But Big G, R.I.P. man, we love you [echoes]

[beat fades]

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Heads Up

[Chorus (Baby)]

I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)

You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)

They walking through the court man (Heads up!)

You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)

[Lac]

I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)

You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)

They walking through the court man (Heads up!)

You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)

[Baby]

Aye, I heard it was a murder (murder)

Robbing and kidnapping

Lil one with that jaw jacking

Saying that he stacking – ain’t packing

That tool go to clapping

You hear that “click:pow”

Move out before the “click, click:pow”

[Stone]

Man I don’t like that nigga anyway

I heard he been ratting

[Lac]

We can drag him to the river Stone

[Stone]

Nah, leave him for Atrice

[Lac]

Look, I’m a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum (slow down)

I came with the four pounds (pounds)

So fucking let it go down (go down)

I’m tired of them niggas talking

I’m letting the trigga sparker

Bull dog barking – Cadillac done did em’ awful

[Baby]

He ratting, stooping, bitching, and busting balls

Say Lac, I’ma send this nigga to the mall (It is what it is)

Its one way in dog – Heads up!

Grab on them K-9 dogs

[Chorus]

[Stone]

Stunna a street nigga, straight up

Make him act as money

And I don’t sleep nigga

I stay up in a black 600

I play for keeps nigga (so pay up, ain’t jacking nothing)

The price is cheap nigga (Heads up! Crackers coming)

[Baby]

See I’m a known D Boy so they hits my spot

Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks

So we change stash spots cause the blocks is hot

On the rag-less cars so they can’t clip my spots

[Lac]

The Caprice’s on the block moving slow-ly (slow-ly)

That’s the mother fucking po-lice

Here come the laws nigga heads up (heads up)

Better raise up (raise up) Big chips if ya made something

[Baby]

Move, move out nigga

They coming through (what about the traffic daddy?)

Nigga, fuck you!

Heads up you know what to do

You best to break, run, cause nigga they coming through

[Chorus]

[Lac]

They told me put my hands on the car and show me your hands

I had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ran

I can’t afford to be busted til my money advance

But I’m running with the Birdman – so I’m straight nigga

[Baby]

I’m on the block with the rocks and the 44

Its hot and we still burn a pound of dro’

Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors

A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door

[Stone]

I’m sticking to Tha G-Code – Tees and Bauts

Break it up (?) covered in rocks

Got a bitch on every exit that’s holding my blocks

And I drive a (?) but keep my Lexus by my older shops

Streets watching – I know that’s why I’m on my shit

When them people riding with four doors – up my click

Showing them off to rookie cops to watch out for me

And I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me

[Chorus (Fades to Baby talking)]

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Ghetto Life

[Man talking]

Ok, we got the Birdman in the building (the birdman)

We got Killa in the building (yeah)

We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy)

[Verse 1: Lil’ Wayne]

Nigga it’s, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby

Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)

And, I ain’t speakin G’s, I’m talkin M

And I’m walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims

Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems

Green (?) , they don’t cost in rims

Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear

Let ya know a fuckin boss up in here

How much it cost for this here?

How much it cost for this year?

Cuz Me and Stunna bout to buy it

Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the diet

I pass in a ride on triot, that’s traze

But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay

I’m raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace

And prone to move coke at a amazing pace

Man my daddy super Dave, let’s race it

Real not have me, B I’ma win it, I’m a champ

[Chorus: TQ]

In the ghetto life, I’m a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)

Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets

(Somebody tell me what’s crackin before)

I’m a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup

For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me

Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Life

[Verse 2: Baby]

Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman

See I ride in them shake (34’s) when I’m pimpin these hoes (beyotch!)

It’s just that, ([TQ:] Sunshine City!) when I’m smokin that dro

When it comes to this ice, real livin his life

Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type

Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe

Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a bike

Not survive in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes

Pour out, a lil’ liquor, mami lost her life

All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that life

See I’m stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes

This swish interry foreign german lifes (beyotch)

And I keep this big toolie just protect my ice (holla at me nigga)

I act, a damn fool, when I’m full of that white (absolute beyotch)

But it’s the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes

Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter)

Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch)

[Chorus: TQ]

In the ghetto life, I’m a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)

Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets

I’m a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup

For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee

Ghetto, ghetto, I’m a Ghetto Life

[Verse 3: Cam’Ron]

Uh-huh, Diplomats, man listen

Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more leaders

C-Five, Fo’-Fum, and a Seven-Fo’ fever (what else)

Act up though I let the Fo’ fever leave ya (leave ya)

Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo’ fever (fever)

When I’m in L.A., I got Six-Fo’ fever (fever)

Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (let ’em know)

I told the po to feave her, I’m a bouty crook

Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook

With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks

Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block

Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss

That’s how coke for that cook up his watch (what else though?)

I’m one of those, that will look up to Pac (why?)

Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what)

All they say is, look at his drop (what else?)

Hand on my liscence, look at his watch (fuck em)

But, thug shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby)

We come through clownin baby (baby)

And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the wall

Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa!

[Chorus: TQ]

In the ghetto life, I’m a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)

Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets

I’m a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup

For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee

Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Life

[Cam’Ron talking]

It’s nothin man, Killa!

Diplomats, Cash Money

Baby, holla!

Jim Jones, Santana, what’s good, Roc-a-Fella

(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)

[Man talking]

Birdman

Fly, to hood near you

Then they got ’em cheap (whoo!)

(Yeah, ya know, ya know)

Get that call out one more time

(brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) [3x]

[beat fades]

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Fly In Any Weather

[Baby]

Ay Ay

Ay Man Freezy I need it this year baby (need it this year baby)

Ay Jazze (Jazze) I need some vocals now sing it big boy

[Chorus]

It’s the Birdman daddy (I’m fly in any weather)

When it comes to these cars (I puts it together)

See I switch my paint (And change my leather)

Got mami the new Benz and plucked her feathers

Now ? eagles come fly with me

Sway hair lighter then eyes could see

Look at that ? where your eyes could see

(‘Cause you the Number 1 Stunna) Come fly with me

[Baby]

Nigga I fly past a bitch in a dip back six

Rain or snow I’m still the shit

I’m the Numba 1 Stunna (I fly in any weather)

It’s the Birdman Summer (I fly in any weather)

See, I come through flossed out sippin’ some cris’

Just ? my deal so I smoke now bitch

See that brand new Benz (I puts it together)

With the bubble-eye lens (I puts it together)

With the Gucci on the tims when I spin yo’ benz

Got the new cardierres with the iced out lens

Birdman Birdlady with the Burberry Benz

Royal blue niggas with them coca-cola lens

Fly ass nigga with that new coupe Bentley

Gator on the eyes with the chips in the end

(Talking: I’m trying to get one get one game one

Real tight biotch Birdman motherfucker!! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)

[Chorus]

[Baby]

I’m the boss of the boss (With ? chains)

I salt nigga shine (And couldn’t maintain)

So I hadda step back (And fly away man)

‘Cause it’s all about collecting (All my chains)

See I cook shit, Swing around, Fly away quick

Put it in the oven mami

Hold my shit

I’m the flyest nigga with the flyest bitch

These rims and ice (I love my shit)

My baby, My Wife (Come hug me quick)

See I duck on these niggas when I hold my thang

And if you fuck with me bad i’ll bust your brain

See I fly like a bird

Got mami the new fur

Slang back, royal blue fits the curves

Stilletto high boots and she smoke that herb

(She the birdlady baby) Ain’t scared to hold hers

She came through your hood with the fly ass ?

[Chorus]

[Woman talking]

This is a Mannie Frizzle productshizzle (so fly)

A Jazze Phizzle collaborizzle

Birdman, Whooo!

24’s, 25’s, 28’s, You know what it is

No rub daddy

Act like you don’t see them

Act like you don’t see them IVC’s girl

Sit down ? one time

Yeah pluck your feathers baby

Fly with the Birrrrrrrrrrdman

Birdy Birdy, hahahaha

Whhoooweeee! [echoes until ends]