Lil WaynePut It On Tha Streets

Uh oh Uh oh Look Listen [Verse 1] Now watch me break em up Tape em up Gun up in his face I be like straighten up Do make me bust Run up in this place I put my K to her and Uzi to him I woosy from gin Like shut up or get two to your chin You and your friend ??? how they do it in the pen I'm kinda off The 90 sparks give a damn bout your car I'm behind the tips of the Excursion Drunk and swervin' Your mom was twerkin Don't be jerkin in the middle of ??? I heard he got the murders so I'm going to get 'em His boys are trippin so now I got his ma and children Plus I slid inside tha back of A 96 Acura Click-Clack and A Black automatic Cataca Bitches got me rataca Pistols out to damage ya I swear i'll have this broads brains over the Avena Mario and Samua Screamin' man blast her brah Now you reall askin fa A motherfuckin massaca WHAT! Chorus: Baby, (Lac) Put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up (Nigga if you got lets continue to deal) (If you move twenty birds I consider you real) Put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up I, put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up (Nigga if you got lets continue to deal) (If you move twenty birds I consider you real) What, put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
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