Lil' Wayne, Fabolous, Juelz Santana - You Ain't Got Nuthin

[Intro: Fabolous]
Yes!
What it look like, Alc?
Tryin' to show the niggas, man,
It's that Street Fam, man, we rep that,
Loso, street fi-di-di-di-dam, yes!

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I'm with 101 niggas, we dalmatian doggy deep,
And fly with the tongue,
So if you feelin' froggy, leap,
Kermit, you better think before you rabbit,
Don't get murdered over your song, before you ad-lib it.
I pop up like Xzibit, but given, I'm at your crib, it's
Not to put no fuckin' fish tanks in your Civic,
Fuck gettin' your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied, wimp,
Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp.
It's been a good year, maybe, I should ride blimp,
‘Cause your boy just stay above the game,
They tryna tag him, spray a brother frame,
But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim.
Go ‘head, nigga, say another name,
Take this family for a joke, play them Wayan brother games,
And I'ma git you, sucka, I be schemin' with this Keenan,
Aimin' with this Damon, I'm puttin' that major Payne in.
My little man is on ya, Marlon and Shawn ya,
Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna,
Forty cal fettuccine, trey pound pasta,
You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian, nigga.
You only see me pushin' if the driver's tired,
I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired,
The drop top, they say it's Ocean Drive inspired,
So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab.

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I get money like a mu'fucka,
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see,
I got everything, you got nothing,
But you ain't got nothing on me.
Aww, I'm gettin' money like a mu'fucka,
Yeah, money you ain't never seen,
Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing,
But you ain't got nothing on me.

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Mr. HD, high definition,
That's how I'm comin' at you niggas, ya dig?
It's Santana, ay! Ha ha!
I'm on the grind till the police come
With that pistol on my side, boy, don't be dumb,
Or I let that semi twirl you,
Now you can follow the drip,
‘Cause one shot outta the clip will jerry curl ya.
Leave you sloppy like seconds,
Obey me like peasants
Or get opened up like presents, please.
My young boys wildin' for respect,
Slit your throat, have you smilin' with your neck, say cheese!
My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter,
My wrist look like frozen Poland Spring water,
So tell me, boys, tell me, boys, who you think you messin' with?
I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit.
Haven't you all heard,
Y'all all herbs?
I stick toothpicks in y'all hors d'oeuvres,
Listen, I'm a shark, y'all just koi fish, what else?
Octopus, what else? Oysters.
Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now,
I have her lick me up and then wipe me down,
She told me you's a nag, you's a bug, damn!
She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud, damn!
She told me you be beastin', you be checkin' for the burns,
So I gave her knee pads for the rug.
It's Skull Gang from the chain to the lifestyle,
You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Check me out!
Get you 3, 4get you,
Like the number after 1, Imma get me 2.
It's Weezy F. U, now you gotta have a baby,
My money don't folds nor bends, Mercedes.
Maybach, grey-black,
And I got a 44. and a K, like eight stacks.
Fuck your city and your town, I state facts,
Take that, no, better yet like Diddy, take that!
Wait, rats, I hate rats, I clean ‘em out like Ajax,
Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen,
Damn, I mean asinine, I'm dapper don,
And after mine there will be nine, damn, I mean there will be none,
I will be one of the greatest things you've ever felt, you've ever seen
Or heard, Carter hover, y'all scared, not me,
Not I, call me Young Popeye,
Tell Bluto I'm a nuno, I bring RAL to your funeral.
Damn, I mean fun-er-ill, fun-er-ol,
You say tomato, I say tumahto,
You say get ‘em, I say, got ‘em, yeah, I got ‘em,
Man, you better keep payin' me
‘Cause you don't want my problems,
I be wildin' like Capital One,
What is in your wallet?
You fly, but what is it to pilot?
Weezy, I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom,
Huh, damn, I mean, foot up in your ass,
I kick that shit,
Now go an' put it in the trash.

[Chorus]