Blowing Up Fast

Lyrics

[Intro: Mack Maine] What up, bitch, I'm Mack Maine And this Young Money Lil brotha get 'em [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Straight out the hood, a young hoodlum Done what I shouldn't, did what they say I couldn't Hid where all the killers hid at Hung where the other hustlers slung at Waiting on the get back Get that Flip that Debating on the mix match Switch that from dope to coke, I'm blowin' up fast Now you niggas is slowing up fast (secret weapons) ("I can hear myself but I can't feel myself, I wanna feel myself like tweet!") Now my niggas is blowin' up aves If I tell 'em you niggas is holding up cash Rollin' up, stepping outta the Phantom's ass Put your lighters away, you're talking to a can of gas There's nothing to say no matter who comes to ask And murder ain't funny but we do love to laugh Shit, we just living, take money take baths Take a nigga bitch and fuck her And send her back wit' nothing Now isn't that disgusting? Give him back his sister, give him back his cousin Yeah, go make a stack or something Go and buy yourself a spine and give back the frontin' Yeah and to end that discussion I been had strength, I just got the muscle Fuck ya, this that 'n' the other I see my people struggle, wish that they wasn't The government try to put us in a muzzle But your two fingers ain't the pieces to the puzzle Shit, say to each his own hustle And I hustle all night and then go home to the fussin' Then wake up to the fuckin' Breakfast in bed, don't forget my English muffin Hawaiian punch tastes like Robitussin A nigga just livin', just breathin', just puffin' Come on, mama, drop down and curl up Dick millimeter, cock back and murder Aye señorita, we cannot go any further If my girl catch us both in the spot she will murk us Pussy niggas talkin' all that slop we will murk 'cause Hungry ass niggas, I tote two hamburgers Who want beef? Who want beef? I bring it to your front door and now you seem nervous Two seater swervin' Traffic to hell wit' it Shit, you can't die with it, can't go to jail with it Might as well wild in it, passin' and feelin' it Me, I excel, fishtail and tail whip it Give them niggas somethin' to tell them bitches Smellin' like money at a full court scrimmage The fam at the table got a four course dinner Young Money, Cash Money, dump confetti on the winner And yet he understood us so when we told 'em break it off 'Cause gangstas don't talk, one word'll be a war And yo' platoon can't handle the destruction Hard body baby, killin' sound like seduction Them niggas chase dope, bitches follow the instructions Sometimes you gotta put the whole rooster in the oven So tell the public I'ma do my thing Just as soon as I hear dat bing Gotta come in Comin' up You niggas just runner ups And runnin' up'll get you in that wheelchair forever It's whatever I'm still here forever 'Cause the lil' nigga better than all you niggas together I'm gone