About All That Feat Fat Joe

    [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
    Young desperado straight out the grotto
    I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow
    Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino
    Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
    It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know?
    Nigga I been gettin' my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono
    I ran the streets... check my bio
    I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio
    I'm fuckin' nuts... cashews
    But I'm so DC like fat shoes
    I skate away... like later dudes!
    Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth
    And just when it stopped... I made it move
    Respect me nigga I'm a dog... no Asian food
    I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
    And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga

    [Chorus - Lil Wayne]
    Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
    And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
    My nigga... keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
    And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
    My nigga... 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that
    You ain't really even 'bout all that
    And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that
    You ain't never been about all that... fall back

    [Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
    Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em
    Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em
    Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack
    Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
    Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back whether raps or macks
    Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
    Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies
    And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me
    Nigga... how you want it ?? coke or dog food?
    My shit'll have you runnin' naked like an old school
    And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me
    Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin'
    And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me
    That 40 cal'll get your shirt picture ironed on it
    This shit is funny to me
    All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack!

    [Chorus - Lil Wayne]

    [Verse 3 - Birdman]
    I had 'em as lil' niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz
    Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga
    Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga
    Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga
    Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
    Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money
    And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thang
    Still gettin' money still spendin' change
    We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
    And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
    Nigga... yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks
    Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang
    I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs
    Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig
    3rd Ward let me claim my fame
    I put it down Uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat

    [Chorus - Lil Wayne]