Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Junior Reid, Cory Gunz & N.O. Capo)
Album: Free Weezy Album
Year: 2015
[Chorus – Junior Reid]
First degree murda
Beg dem, nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, weh make burga
The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, real niggas say: “soo woo”
And: “such and such killed such and such”
The streets talking, bullshit walks on crutches
But it’s strut to strut, niggas panic
Button pressing, the end is coming
Count your blessings
We living in the day and time where the ten commandments are now suggestions
How depressing, how invested
Click-clack, pow, intestines
Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies
I found the crevice
AK bullets move mountains
Break them bitches down to pebbles
That tough talk is like music to my ears, so keep it acapella
Based on a true story we not worried, y’all too worried
I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y’all too gorgeous
Dread head from New Orleans
Where the youth dem got two choices
Shoot or get shot, or a nigga choose for you
We murdered them
[Chorus – Junior Reid]
First degree murda
Beg dem, nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, weh make burga
The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem, nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, weh make burga
The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
[Verse 2 – Cory Gunz]
Yo, Tune point and I’m dusting niggas
I ain’t talking lacing no marijuana
Soon as I hatch I reign like a quail
And I don’t give 2 fucks, I ain’t a koala
My uncle a gangsta, but I make him nervous
All he see in my face is murda
Waste a burna is my waste a furnace
I’m pacing turners, your face the thermos
First birthday wish was getting caked up
Shoot a nigga, wake up on the wake up
Lay down and a model bitch ache up
Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob
Play tough taped off of this day pub
Race off like some motherfucking make up
Take off looking for something to take up
Get the paper or you going in the paper?
Not horoscopes, but in the horror scope
Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope
They gave my nigga 30 for a jar of dope
I do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap
Blowing so much you sneezing dick
Believe in me I don’t believe in shit
Y’all pinching pennies? I’m squeezing drip
It’s Young Money till I’m in the freezer stiff
Bitch
[Chorus – Junior Reid]
First degree murda
Beg dem, nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, weh make burga
The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem, nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, weh make burga
The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
[Verse 3 – N.O. Capo]
It’s all about the money nigga fuck the fame
Where we come from shots ring nigga broad day
Lil woadie said he had the chance he do the shit again
Poppin’ pills for the pain, but still won’t feel a thing
It’s deeper than this rap, I’m in the back soaking gang
Cartier frames got them looking at me strange
Why pre mostly heard in the rally same?
Lowkey can still get a brick off my name
Member tell you this here for my youngin’ and them
The same ones I hung the corners with, do numbers with
If there ever was a problem watch them pull up quick
Caught an L sticking to the script, we now switched
We now switch
[Chorus – Junior Reid]
First degree murda
Beg dem, nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, weh make burga
The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem, nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, weh make burga
The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
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