Tekstovi: Lil' Wayne. Reggae Shit.

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Don't bring scared business to me
Mon roughest, toughest rude boy (papa smurf)
Me murda for fun
Ya heard me?

Momma used to tell me as a boy to do right
But the boy saw papa come home with the money every night
Now me no wanna hear it I'm a Hustle I'm a fight
It go one through an ear and come out de other side
Man I throw 'em off the pier if em ass want fly
Got work in me house
Got work in me ride
Get money all year dem three-six-five
(Yea)Money all year dem three-six-five

Now New orleans fire/fiya come for money better give it up
Pussy dem have to die me call dem suited to ya area
When we on a building know dem roof we have to raise it up
One blunt blaze it up
Two blunt blaze it up
Run on de gangsta dem retarded dem a idiot
Blood come from dem like de lady on de period
Welcome to the zoo things about to get crazier
One shot blaze it up
Two shots BlO! BlO!

Bloodyyy
Blood is thicker than the water
Moneyyy
DOn't let the fuck boy dem take from
Meee
And now you see
The rude boy me da O.G.
(ALl me brethren say)Bloodyyy
Blood is thicker than the water
Moneyyy
DOn't let the fuck boy dem take from
Meee
And now you see
The rude boy me da O.G. (E)

Momma used to tell me as a boy to do right
But the boy saw papa (Southern Slime)come home with the money every night
Now me no wanna hear it I'm a Hustle I'm a fight
It go one through an ear and come out de other side
Man I throw 'em off the pier if them ass want fly
Got work in me house
Got work in me ride
Get money all year dem three-six-five
(Yea)Money all year dem three-six-five

New orleans boy come for de loot dem have to give it up
Pussy dem have to die cause dem killas to dem area
When we in the building know de roof we have to raise it up
One blunt blaze it up
Two blunt blaze it up
Run on the gangsta dem retarded dem a idiot
Blood come from dem like dem lady on de period
Welcome to de zoo things about to get crazier
One shot blaze it up
Two shots BlO! BlO!

Trust meee...
Dem gunna wanna fuck with me nooo
Me walk round with de steel pon me
On me
Me have to leave the murder scene
So fresh, so clean
Me no need no police on me
Nooo
Me put me gun up in me jeans
Me light up on me trees
And a rude a boy a keep goin
Ooo
If dem(ya) lookin fa mee
Just tell them I'll bee where nobody knooows
Ooo
(Yo it's time to meet your connect)Me tryin to take
A bad girl with me
Ooo yea
(ooo)And me tryin to take me a rude girl/gal with me
(c'mon gal)

Momma used to tell me as a boy to do right
But the boy saw papa (Southern Slime)come home with the money every night
Now me no wanna hear it I'm a Hustle I'm a fight
It go one through an ear and come out the other side
Man I throw 'em off the pier if em ass want fly
Got work in me house
Got work in me ride
Get money all year dem three-six-five
(Yea)Money all year dem three-six-five

Bloodyyy...
Blood is thicker than the water
Moneyyy...
Don't let the fuck boy dem take from
Meee...
And now you see
The rude boy me da O.G.
(All me brethren say)Bloodyyy...
Blood is thicker than the water
Moneyyy...
Don't let the fuck boy dem take from
[fades out... ]
(Diamonds on my dam chain starts...)