Originally Posted by Texaco

And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;
Get involved,
And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.


I'm on dat money train and the mac'll knock 'em off track
The quarterback (Carter Back) well protected from the +Warren Sapp+
The young heart attack I spit dat cardiac
You can't see me baby boy you got dat catorax


U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states
Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.
And in a drought
I go on a diet and strecth more
Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks


Them niggaz trippin, unitl the shots whistling'
Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention

To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin in
Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold


Young Tune the big kahuna
It's my ocean baby y'all niggaz is tulips


Yea I'm eatin but I gotta tape worm in my tummy


All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll address them like P.O. Boxes


......camoflauge gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer


Real Shit
I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war
No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug lord
Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord


Stand UP
say I got my land
I'm tha man of my land
I Call it Lil' Weezy--ana
That's tha new plan.


Im from the streets that ya need to be warned about
New Orleans woadie put the gat in ya mouth
And we tote a lot of iron that'll flatten ya out


Always been a small hustler move my package and out
I ever run into some trouble send them savages out
These niggas talkin sweet I get them cavaties out
I got graveyard flyers man im passin em out (aye)


I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
And advance a little due to the pine
My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind


I surely hope this nigga aint serious? And this aint even nuthin


I apologize, got a little out of control wit it, but im appalled by his ignorant comment