Lil Wayne — Mr. Biggs

[Intro] Yeah, Mr Biggs Hold on, hold on, hold on Yeah, well not because of my size Hey, yo, hey, yo hey, ho, haha I might as well get me a bitch to say my name on all my songs [Verse] Nigga, I'm young as a motherfucker But money a motherfucker Young Money motherfucker Get it in blood puddles, shit I'm in the South, where we livin' in mud puddles Shit is a drug struggle when you niggas uppin' prices I hug the Glock like a turnbuckle Can't get stopped by the vices, no license Rollin' like dices on the streets Where the odds is high Where the crime is life And the life is time And the time is jail And in the jail you stressin' The judge probably hit me wit an algebraic expression But I get away free like Ocean's 11 And I motion the metal Like a pro-fiessional And I'm rollin' especially like a pimp supposed to Watch how you sit down, something's in that sofa If she wit me, you know that something's in that hoe bra She's a foreigner, so she say coca I get broke off, and they get brok-er They like "so what?" I'm like "so when?" We gon' know then How to turn in, turn out 'Cause we gon' shoot back 'Till the burners burn out 'Till the burnin' burn down every house the block hold I'm hollerin' at you niggas with every shot the Glock hold You can't see me, there's a thousand blindfolds And my mindstate, is put a thousand on top of those I do school and do lunch at Pappadeuax's They want beef, I turn that to sloppy joes Copycats brrrrat, copy those I got a strong relationship wit expensive clothes This stuntin' shit is extensive and intense Like pullin' up in somethin' Americans can't invent I make 'em fall back, they gotta indent Like a paragraph, the first sentence Shit, I'm way smarter, man, I'm more gifted Straight from the womb to pro, prolific I'm so, I'm so so, I'm so lifted High in the sky, me and pops takin' pictures That's my vision, until my vision is vivid I'ma give it all I got We good, Jigga? You bitches!