Lil Wayne — You Dont Know Us

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I do this when I wanna, momma I hustle when it's hotter Money, gun, weed in the water bottle I'm the coolest in the sauna, momma I ain't sweatin' it, I'm bettin' it I'll make it back tomorrow, momma I got corner honor Ain't been to court since 2004 Looks like I got it goin', your honor I'm a lone rider, grind for my own dollars They was in front, but I blow by 'em [??] I'm all holes like corn-rolls, open toes Fake titties, yes, I bought both of those Hold your nose, I'm the shit, can't be flushed I got the toilet stopped up, call the plumber up My stomach's stuffed, that's right, I'm eatin' I smoke the best weed, look like I'm sleepin' [?] evening, off it by the morning Professional dope-boy, my office is Tha Carter Yes I do, and I do it better than most My competitive drive knock a nigga off the road, yeah Lock and load, pull the triggers and roll, yeah The bigger your mouth, the bigger the hole, yeah We figured 'em out, them niggas is hoes, yeah They lawn chairs, baby, quicker to fold But me, I'm quick on my toes, I remember the code You need a pass for the hood, watch me get through the toll Shit, I been through the cold, I shot through the fire Still rock too much ice, shoulda got you a visor I pull up, the bitches flockin' at my [?] Fresh like I just stepped outta the drier Yes, no threat, I got the locker for lyin' [?] the whole block's behind me Yeah, stay low, the cops are spyin' But they could never figure out the rocket science No pocket knife, no pocket iron Yeah, pots and pans make the pockets wider Dig 'em a hole, let the property hide 'em Build a house and throw a party over your dead body Never said I never fell, but never dropped an assignment Gotta finish what you start or the cops'll find it Dinner in the park, yeah it may seem cool But me, I'd rather not let 'em see my food I'm stayin' strapped like Fila shoes Bet I bust a motherfucker till the enemy move C'mon, it's my game, nigga, get in and lose Ya'll niggas never did what I do I do me.. [Verse 2: Jeezy] Streets'll swallow you in this So many bricks that you could build a mansion With the house guest house, and a room for expansion Twelve rooms, eight baths, don't make me laugh Twelve rounds on my hip, don't make me blast It ain't no secret, hoes is about it Was flippin' that soft white before I ever became famous A few tried, but they shall remain nameless Lunar eclipse, they try to block my shine Say what the fuck you want, can't stop my grind One million, two million, three million, four What the hell, maybe it's twelve So listen little mane, this before the rap game Before them videos, before all of them shows Look at me now, nigga, I rock my own clothes Mow my bitches, yeah, I make my own hoes