| Whaaat
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| You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones
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| Or dope and powder broke, and our sale’s soap and flour
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| And most of our customers come up to us daily
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| Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy — a hustler, baby
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| What can I give you? |
| I distribute ki’s to the kings
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| And z’s to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens
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| You need to see Weez — anything you like and I have 'em
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| From crack to Viagra, and Vicodins, Valiums
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| I’m the nigga they point to when you hit my av
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| So get all your money together, come and get my slabs
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| I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half
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| And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav'
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| And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid
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| For the white people
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| When I get two bricks for ten, I know the right people
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| And I keep a nine on my waistline
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| And I’mma be right on the corner, wodie — I’m gonna grind
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| I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!»
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| You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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| Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes
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| Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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| Nigga, I’m tryin' to grind
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| I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!»
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| You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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| Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes
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| Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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| Nigga, I’m on the grind
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| Nigga, y’all gon' respect Weezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots
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| I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', «Stop!»
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| I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed
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| On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee
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| And if we beef, we don’t beef long cause we gon' creep all night
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| So I hope you don’t sleep all night — we on your street all night
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| Say, aw aw, I don’t want your boy to get me shoes
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| Cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes
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| And the bricks move every followin' week
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| So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me — got powder or d
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| And I shower your streets until your av pass out
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| More bricks than «The Three Lil Pigs'» last damn house
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| Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts
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| And issue work for half and just grab that south
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| For real, nigga — Weezy Wee tryin' to shine
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| From daybreak to nightfall I’m gon' grind
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| Tell 'em, «Whaaat!!»
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| You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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| Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes
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| Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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| Nigga, I’m on the grind
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| I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!»
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| You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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| Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes
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| Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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| Nigga, I’m on the grind
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| Start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki’s
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| Takes seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks
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| Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it
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| Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it
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| And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue
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| And I’ll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move
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| Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain’t got a bag to lose
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| Especially if I don’t like who sent 'em to me and I’mma tax a dude
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| Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma
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| Sometimes I play it sour — what you thought was yay was flour
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| I pull whatever for the cheddar — nigga gotta flash and floss
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| Drought come around, then it’s jack the cost or jack the boss
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| Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun
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| All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run
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| I’m tryin' to get rich cause I wan' shine
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| You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time
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| I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!»
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| You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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| Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes
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| Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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| Nigga, I’m on the grind
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| I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!»
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| You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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| Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes
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| Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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| Nigga, I’m on the grind
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| I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!»
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| You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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| Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes
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| Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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| Nigga, I’m on the grind
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| I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!»
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| You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
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| Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes
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| Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
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| Nigga, I’m on the grind
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| Look
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| Whaaaaaa |