John Doe-For The Suffering
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{Verse 1: Lil Wayne}Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherf**king pet
I point it at you and tell that motherf**ker fetch
I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p**sy, mouth and a**, call that b**ch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!
You f**k with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a b**ch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my f**king address, huh
{Rick Ross}I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
{Lil Wayne}Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
{Verse 2: Rick Ross}Big black n-gga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, b**ch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high,
Swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow b**ch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a b**ch n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a n-gga d**e
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
{Lil Wayne}Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
{Verse 3: Lil Wayne}Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, b**ch I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f**king with a n-gga who don't give a f**k
Empty the clip than roll a window up
P**sy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun
I'm in a red b**ch, she said she finna cum
200 thousand on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
B**ch a** n-gga, p**sy a** n-gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
You know the rules, kill'em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday
{Verse 4: Rick Ross}I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip yo a** apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that b**ch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b**ch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a b**ch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f**king up
It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, motherf**k huddle up
{Lil Wayne}I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
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（2009-02-24）