Artist: T.I. f/ Lil Wayne Album: Trouble Man II: He Who Wears The Crown Song: Wit Me Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Lil Wayne] Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse; the weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head Hit his mama address then send his parents his head [Interlude: Lil Wayne] I play with pussy, not these niggas, crucify these niggas Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me... [Chorus: T.I.] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) In the van got 100 gats (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me), he's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) In the van got 100 gats (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me), drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) [T.I.] I ain't never been dumb my nigga or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it, got a K - fuck with us I'll be sprayin' rounds with it. I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch; I swear she know her legs up high, she spread eagle and then took in my big ego I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them, let me tell you a little something bout me I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali then whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali I'm throwed, no catchin me, these niggas in the game – so sad to me I'm sure no one would care if we just put them out their misery But no sympathy and no green? Uh-uh, leave home with no heat? Uh-uh Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public and they never do nothin' You violator, demonstrations I'mma put niggas up on there, wherever we want I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas, some more in my bag, a couple of hundreds Get after my girl and it's round whatever, so don't be struck down when you seein me nigga Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie; you ready for war, you bout that life really You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly, see me in Miami, them choppers is wit me Don't kick no niggas who be gossipin' with me, lookin' for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Uh, pussy money weed with me Before you judge me I plead guilty I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders This block boomin', I'm not human, my drop zoomin, my eyes groomin One giant leap for mankind - I'm high as moon men, how have you been? Gun ain't on my waist, but it ain't that far away I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay - here today, gone today [Interlude] [T.I.] Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true, Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune, got the game locked up, covered every angle Got the outside, inside, middle lane too, all sold up nigga, hold up nigga Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga, handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her and the head and shoulders of another ho up in her With the legs checkin out; is she dead? Just about, then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's and go do a show for 250 We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities, these niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me [Chorus] [Outro: Lil Wayne] They ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me No, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me Yo Tip, they ain't fuckin with us pimp... AHHHHH~! My bad I didn't mean to scream like that, sorry