Wize Speaks

Lyrics

[Skit: Wize G] Yeah, it's Wize G The Top Flamer, No Game Player I'm right back in the buildin', boy I just came home and it feel great My son signed to Bad Boy, he 'bout to take us straight it to the top Yo Aas', yo lift it up, my nigga, bust a gun right now, man Lemme hear it pop Check it out, man This fo' my Sufton niggas, man All my Guy Brew' niggas All my Union Hole, niggas, my 40 P niggas Yeah, my Baisley niggas, my Beldon niggas Yo Ty, yo Mon, yo Nate Keep it real, my nigga, straight up, man This from yo' boy, Wize G, the original House Flamer, nigga You know what it is I take niggas' cribs right down to the ground, man, I don't play a thing I bang hard regardless Any niggas feel like they got somethin' to say to my clique, man My crew, man All y'all gotta do, man, is step to the forefront, dogs Let your shit rain We don't play all that back-to-back talkin' Nah, if it's a problem, we see you, nigga That's how it get You see us in the clubs, we gets it poppin' You see us in the streets, we gets it poppin' You see us in those big trucks, yeah just watch us then, man Ain't nothin' but a stunna thing Yo check this out, man When you see me in them Ranges, you see me in them nice little things, man Chains blingin', hangin' down to my dick Don't say nothin', man, just tell me, "Yo look, Wize, please could I get on a song?"