Lil Wayne - We Dont Lyrics

Ayy shawty, you know what I'm sayin'
Some niggas' palms be sweatin'
Some niggas' palms be itchy
It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it
You know what I'm sayin', nigga
We built this shit from the ground up, nigga, Tha Carter, nigga
You what I'm sayin'
We been around the world gettin' money, nigga
We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood
Every project, nigga
We worldwide hustlers, nigga (believe that, bitch)
You what I'm sayin'
Let's get them niggas, let's ride shawty

Indictments, got us conspiracy for murder
Five young niggas uptown servants
Word, they bird curvin' for servin'
Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they George Gervin
Bitch, and we was raised in these war times
Jailhouse had made men in these hard times
And don't cry I'ma get mines so pray for me
I'm on the block on the grind, mama pray for me
So nigga respect my G, respect my grind
Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind
Nigga respect this heat
When these niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep
Whoa, shawty I'ma blow they whole block
F*ckin' with a soldier, mastermind his own plot
Third ward survivor, uptown madness
Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habit, bitch

We don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck
We'll f*ck a nigga's shit up if nigga is f*ckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf*ckin' money, baby
Come on, we don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck
We'll f*ck a nigga's shit up if nigga is f*ckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf*ckin' money baby, come on

The murder man, picture me lurkin'
Right up behind your curtains nine's squirtin'
And you could hear it when it's hurtin'
But if I hear him hurtin' I'll walk over and merk him for certain
I took over the circus
'Cause I'ma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface
I walk around, fo' pound and surface
To spin ya ass around in circles, you urkel
Blood run up out ya earth now you purple
Your homeboy get it first, but you worser
Now you headed to the skies above
And I'm go and get high with ya bitch in the club
Yeah, life's a bitch and death's her husband
And you gonna have to meet him if you keep on f*ckin' her
And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on f*ckin' up
But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up

We don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck
We'll f*ck a nigga's shit up if nigga is f*ckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf*ckin' money, baby
Come on, we don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck
We'll f*ck a nigga's shit up if nigga is f*ckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf*ckin' money baby, come on

Shoot him in his head so he remember
Because of that, mama, I'll be gone 'til November
I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners
Them niggas on the block say them boys gon' get 'em
But them niggas on the block don't know the toys come with him
Tell your boy come and get me, if I go, he goin' with me
I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy
You open up your face I'ma open up the semi
I open up your kidneys now you're floatin' up the Mississippi River
Nigga play with deep water now you're swimming
Silly, you play with me, Carter, now you're missing
Really, I shoot ya in your head and make you feel it
And even though I be the man with the milli's
When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's
Beef cranberry on the ceilin'
This is Tha Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin', come on

We don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck
We'll f*ck a nigga's shit up if nigga is f*ckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf*ckin' money, baby
Come on, we don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck
We'll f*ck a nigga's shit up if nigga is f*ckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf*ckin' money baby, come on

Wish a nigga would say somethin', da-da
Standin' right here, guns out boy
Weezy F, Birdman
Holla back, yeah