Blowing Up Fast

[Intro] 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 hustlas 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 cha litters away ur 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 sista give him back his cousin Yea, go make a stack or something Go and buy yourself a spine and give back the frontin' Yea 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 you're two fingers ain't the pieces to da 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 Hawaiin punch tastes like robitussin A nigga jus livin jus breathin jus puffin' Come on mama drop down and curl up Dick millimeter cock back and murda Aye senorita we cannot go any further If my girl catch us both in the spot she will merk us Pussy niggas talkin all that slop we will merk 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 tailwhip it Give them niggas somethin' to tell them bitches Smellin like money at a full court scrimmage If found at the table got a four course dinner Young money cash money dump a fatty on da winner And yet he understood us so when we told em' break it off Cause gangstas don't' talk one word'll be a walk 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'mma do my thing Just as soon as I hear dat bing Gotta come in Comin' up You niggas jus runner up And runnin' up'll get you in that wheel chair forever It's whatever I'm still here forever Cause the lil'nigga better than all you niggas together I'm gone