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{*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 I got nothing outdated 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