(feat. Fat Joe)       [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]    Young desperado straight out the grotto    I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow    Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino    Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano    It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know?    Nigga I been gettin' my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono    I ran the streets... check my bio    I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio    I'm fuckin' nuts... cashews    But I'm so DC like fat shoes    I skate away... like later dudes!    Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth    And just when it stopped... I made it move    Respect me nigga I'm a dog... no Asian food    I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit    And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga       [Chorus: Lil Wayne]    Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'    And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit    My nigga... keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'    And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit    My nigga... 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that    You ain't really even 'bout all that    And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that    You ain't never been about all that... fall back       [Verse 2: Fat Joe]    Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em    Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em    Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack    Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs    Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back whether raps or macks    Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!    Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies    And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me    Nigga... how you want it ??? coke or dog food?    My shit'll have you runnin' naked like an old school    And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me    Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin'    And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me    That 40 cal'll get you ???    This shit is funny to me    All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack!       [Chorus: Lil Wayne]       [Verse 3: Birdman]    I had 'em as lil' niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz    Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga    Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga    Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga    Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools    Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money    And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thang    Still gettin' money still spendin' change    We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday    And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'    Nigga... yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks    Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang    I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs    Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig    3rd Ward let me claim my fame    I put it down Uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat       [Chorus: Lil Wayne]