Gudda Gudda, Lil Wayne - Murder Murder, Steel Steel lyrics

Lil Wayne & T-Streets Talking:
Yeah! Nigga this the young god weezy
Baby what's ya name caddy? T-streets nigga
My nigga streets telling me he need me &
Gudda to eat a few niggas back up
Murder Murder Steel Steel uh huuuh
Holla at ya dude
Call the coronor man the track
Has just been murded

Check me out
I, step up in this motherfucker chest up
Only hot boy left up in this mother
Other niggas slept up but I kept up
Niggas stepped down but I stepped up
In this motherfucker
Let the squad up in this motherfucker
Keep the wildin up we tear that
Whole side up in this motherfucker
South side up in this mothefucker
Shouts fire outside uhhh
You and ya guys could die
Up in this motherfucker
Young southern motherfucker Weezy baby
Slash raw tune not a cartoon send a harpoon
Through ya heart soon if you walk to
Close to me, close shot
Flow for mi me coast you
Can't see my flow I practice notes
With the ghost, no joke, i'm
Realer than 16 days after 9 11
September 27th happy birthday weezy nigga

Yeah, nigaa it's Gudda Gudda
All my street niggas stand up
All my Gudda niggas stand up
Ima give it to yall like this gUDDA!

Listen
I aim the thunder squeeze at ya shoulders
The chamber puff and breeze ya granola
Anger or hunger, no he's just a soldier
Gangsta Gudda, Gudda muhfucker
What another muhfucker gon tell high yella
Slim cat
Send em where ya brim at & trim that
And at ya funeral, I don't why they
Sing this little light of mine
Cause I dim that i'm on that stem that
Weezy get from Cam & the Dip-Mats
Y'all can't get that
Flowing off that shit that
Come out that fat booga sack now I'm
In the back with the Mac like
What chu lookin at?
Fuck it gotta quit that, neva that, rude cat
Get back a cool presence but I'll
Merk any fool present
Fool I'm the neighborhood news message
& got you you niggas ahhh

Ye-eeah that's gudda! Nigga
I'm bout to burn this shit back up
Nahimsayin hear ya boy out
This the south
And who could give it to you like me
Its been giving but you ain't hear
It till ya like me
So therefore they're whores until
They like me
This shit is hell boy, or what it might be
I'm 90 proof hustler, 10% human
Get the shit gloomy, strip the strip boomin
Get the script screwed in
Nina Ross get the clip screwed in
Get ya clique screwed up
Me & my clique screwed up
Like the screwed up clique
Got the purple juice poured up
The squad up sip
Then a purple coupe pulled up
Like "squad up here"
Bitches riding with niggas like
"let me outta here"
My flow is very outta here
Listen ma, I know I say I get us here
But look dear ya baby boy went and got a year
Now I have not a fear
Fuck y'all Gudda comeback

Man y'all don't want that troule man
That was trouble right there
& y'all don't want that lemme give
It to y'all one more time gudda!

I move with the tool on my waistline
Shoes on the gray 5
Blues any fool tryna take mines
Been a fool since I was yay high
Stay high puffin Hershey eyes yay high
Mami wanna ride you gotta mace mines
I mean put ya fuckin face by my waistline
Gudda going hard at a bitch
I don't waste time
I'm from the state line where niggas get
They cake like a baked pie
It's the city where the blocks is burnin
Rocks and burners
The shit that keep ya pockets splurgin
Its Gudda Gudda watch the wheels
When the drop is turnin
Like my wrist a lot of ice
When the watch is turnin
Not concerned with dope fiends
Who's pockets hurtin squad up when we drop
Shit's locked for certain

Shit's locked man click clack man

They say I'm too young
To know about the shit that I be talkin about
Man that's the shit I be talkin about
But fuck the world and what they talkin about
If they ain't talkin bout this
Then they ain't talkin bout shit
Listen I gotta, quarter of block
I stretch it let it harden & rock
Then show the hood what a bargain about, fuck
I got shop I call it stock
Not on wall street I put the shit
On y'all street now y'all feast
Yo word to the highest above
If so happen my raps don't fly
I flip pies & such
Use my school knowledge mix science withdrugs
& I'm smart enough to know I'ma die as a thug
Nigga life's nothing but getting
High off the bud
Cause after that I feel like I
Could just die in love
For the streets I got dying love
2 teardrops I'm crying for all my dying thugs
Embrace my pistol with bear-lion hugshugs
Keep trying you lie in blood
Man nigga I breath iron man
M-my heart pump lion blood
And when I roar I grow
Wings and fly high above
Birdman, Junior in the skies above
The turbulance in the air make my tires rubs
I'm bout to drop down, Fee line me up
Perfect landing like (whistle noise)
"Hi, wassup?"