Yeah...Yeah  Check me out man..Yeah    [Lil Wayne]  Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers  Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up  We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless  And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous  Shit I guess I ain't it  You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay  where the worms stay  I spit it for my nigga's sake  I spit it for myself a long time ago  Got a few houses, few whips, few condos  I'm so straight I'm pointin  The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment  Baby boy the president now  Shit you gotta make an appointment  Two record labels  You should come join 'em  Do check the label  And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table    [Chorus: Lil Wayne]  Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami  I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it  I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it  Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami  I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it  I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up    [Birdman]  Yeah...  Nigga playin, doing about 180  Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade  Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky  G4 whenever, fly in any weather  Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers  Million on the floor  Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow  And don't think about the past  A little water came, now we floatin on everything  Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin  Niggaz puttin it in for the change  So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on  I'm on the side with that bling  And outside, got them thangs  Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes    [Chorus]    [Lil Wayne]  Naw, don't fuck with that dogg  Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off  And I'm coming back hard  Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off  I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it  With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it  Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty  And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci    [Birdman]  Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty  Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound  Duffle bag full of cash when I come around  The lil' homie got the game so I put him down  Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown  Like father like son, got it off the mound  Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds  Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns    [Chorus]    [Birdman (over chorus)]  Yeah nigga,  Un-fuckin-believable  I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga  You know, they mouth like they ass  Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me  Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga  And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me  Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back  Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas  Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world