Eulogy lyrics

Lil Wayne Verse: It’s all business no love to the competition let the chopper hit em swap his spirit die now I’m go think about it later I’m go think about it later all I think about is paper I draw first that’s that quick animation you smell that stinch you just stink sanition I’m right here n*gga f*ck the location cuz to much information can get you that vacation tell the cops I said f*ck the allegations got work in the trunk with no conversation one for the hurt one for the heal and one from the hammer will get a n*gga killed feel a n*gga up then it’s for real we go hit a n*gga up and split a n*gga meal yeah if n*ggas acting how they feel thеn I’m pulling out the jacket get to clapping likе a seal yeah kidnapping the little ones throwing b*tch n*gga of the back of the building I hope you know how to fly and sincerely I would do the same thing to everyone you live with everything you stand with Weezy F Baby boy get it right every time


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Hog Head G-Note
Slop It Up Gang
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Chrous: Preaching To The Choir I Got A Few Priors I’m Standing On That The Till I Expire






G-Note Verse: f*ck Ferris Detroit Terrorist n*ggas got me feeling embarrassed I’m sick in the head I need a therapist they try bury us but it didn’t work n*ggas only tough off molly and perk got me going bezerk I make the 40squirt putting in hard work no jig real n*gga ya dig can’t speak on the sh*t I did but n*ggas know if I got it I’m let it blow this Mf ain’t for show it’s s for the give and go got me upping the score itz 7-4 I do my dirt on da low never been a hoe that’s on bro don’t ask about the liquor store ain't sh*t to pull a kick doe don’t test me I’m schizo phranic dont make me panic or I’m drowning the titanic what I’m go bring out you can’t handle it I’m a warrior straight melanic Detroit the Orbit Northend the Planet never been a b*tch clockey with a switch I’ll never snitch I’m thugging till I’m six feet under in these b*tch and when I die put my flag in the casket cuz I promise to never pass it


Chrous: Preaching To The Choir I Got A Few Priors I’m Standing On That The Till I Expire