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[Paparue]Original roughnecks, hear [laughing]Check![Chorus 2x]Nobody burn them blocks like-a weNobody bust them heads like-a weNobody could outshine weTha whole CMR, CMR family[Lil' Wayne]Look, it's little rhymecholyLegendary like ?bymolly?17 ward superstar, feel meI tell ya, shorty million dollar, niggaDon't test, 'cause lil' shorty is a rider, niggaGot my click behind me.. every step of tha wayHit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your faceI'm a bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out!I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Beverly HillsYou wan' know what that be like? Well, curiousity killsSend chills up my trigga finger, blast tha dummy'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta have tha moneyTake tha hit, even if it's below tha average moneyGot to make it through tha week, and feed my family uppyI'm just a lil' thug, whatBelt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, whatAnd police don't even matter, they can suck whatTha price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what.. what[Chorus]Nobody burn them blocks like-a we (nawww)Nobody bust them heads like-a we (hmmmm)Nobody could outshin weTha whole CMR, CMR family ([Baby]What!) ([Pap.] For real!)([Baby]What! What!)Nobody burn them blocks like-a we ([Pap.] nawww)Nobody bust them heads like-a we ([Baby] Say it, say it) ([Pap.] hmmmm)Nobody could outshine weTha whole CMR, CMR family (For real!!)[Mannie Fresh]Eeh, what, whatWhat, you got a (?), 'cause of tha threats that you sendin' me?Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed KennedyI hear you tellin' people 'bout tha people you doneBut look, everytime I brought me to ya, you all about funWhat made you bring a knife to a gun fight... now that's not right!Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight?Nigga, we use ta kick it like Tai BoI don't know.. what made you go sideshow, turn jive whoreKickin', trifling, dirty, and lowWe use ta split chicken.. ride ta Texas and backI drive tha rental car while you drive tha CadillacShakin' like a pair of hot diceDoin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and policeNiggas turn like fake gold.. sell they soulTreat'cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold!9-karat 44's, and CalicosKeep a clean noseAnd tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes[Chorus]Nobody burn them blocks like-a we ([B.G.] What? What?)Nobody bust (Stop!) them heads like-a we (What? What?)Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (What?) family (What?) ([Pap.] Uh-huhh!)Nobody burn them blocks (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] nawww) ([B.G.] What? What?)Nobody bust them heads (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] hmmmm) ([B.G.] What? What?)Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) family (Stop!) ([Pap.] For real!!)[Baby]Nigga outta line, get smokedI don't kidd, or jokeFuckin' with my B.G., off top I'm goin' brokeI don't play with these niggasI get.. low down and dirtyAnd have niggas' brains coverin' tha groundI'm tha number-one stunter, you don't want my troubleI'll have four niggas in your hood in my hummerI'm from back in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change[B.G.]Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, tha price tha same[Baby]My money long, but it don't run with tha airportI just bought a Hotel Cash Money ResortHos love my grill, hos love my crib[B.G.]These hos just love tha way that.. Baby live[Baby]But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some tapsGot a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my backYou don't want funk with me.. I don't think you do, nigga[B.G.]We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew[Baby]What![Chorus 4x][fading out begins in 4th]more