For My Lyrics

For My

{*talking through megaphone*}
Yo, uh, you didn't see this one comin did
ya
All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L.
Nelly-Nel and Lil'
Wayne

[Nelly]
On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 (right!)
You
know it and these cats hate it
I got nothing outdated
If it is it's self
rated
S-class wit everything voice-activated
Chrome rim three bladed,
factory custom made it
Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace
it
Now it's like that; Purple Haze and Cognac
On tha beach in L.A. with
dime bitches ridin my back

[Lil' Wayne]
I represent them street
niggas
When they get hot, carry the heat niggas
Them sweet niggas off
they feet niggas
You livin on the edge Fleet nigga
That's why my clique
we do or die and roll deep nigga
Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the
bloody clothes
Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes
I carry 4's
in my side pocket
While yours cock a nigga mind poppin
Walk through you
house wit my iron now when

Chorus: Nelly (repeat 2X)

This is for
my niggaaassss
Who be keepin it tight
Only lovin dime bitches that fuck
on the first night

This is for my bitchessss
Wit the style and
grace
Who ain't hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin
face

[Nelly]
I ain't bullshittin I trick em and run up in they
kitchen
And she ain't a nonadeada my niggas then I'm splitin
Get a
code-red hop in the Jag and fled
Pump +Nore+ number six, "bitch give me some
head"
And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist
Got a new
group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips
And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna
get loot
Bout ta tell ya the truth
I'm more focused I'm born in the
Lou'

Chorus

[Lil' Wayne]
I ain't no busta nigga
Came up out
that Holly Grove dungeon nigga
Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in
here
You don't make out alive very often up in here
I'ma speak on behalf
of the C.M.B. partna
I'm a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna
I
skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna
Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit
three choppers
Weezy-wez partna

[Nelly]
Four karats in my earring,
five around my knuckle
Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle
Leave
them wit it look like Nelly I didn't know
If you was the Jackie Frost why
didn't you say so
Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me
Even my
dentist told me floss 7 days a week
Freeza brought out the piece Gucci and
hat sweet
Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin'
freaks

Chorus

[Nelly]
This is for my
niggaaaaaaaasssssssss

{*talking through megaphone*}
Uh, uh, ha bet ya
no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha
We know ya didn't see that one
comin
Uh, uh ee-yah
Uh, uh wodie