Now this is what they been waiting for
Ya dig? (Ya dig!)
Santa (Weezy F)

Hey Wayne, what you been workin on nigga?
(Um, you know, I got Currency album
And Kweli workin on my album)
Oh I'm ready to brush my shoulders off
And drop my next album too nigga
(That's what it is!)
But dig this:
They wanna know what we been workin on together
(That's that can't feel my face shit)
So if they ever thought the South and the North is gonna collide
Guess what? We already did (already)

[Juelz Santana]
I'm feeling like a Black Republican, nah, I can't call it
More like a Black Democrat, runnin them outta office
Young Barack-a Obama, I'm all for it
The rock of Gibraltar is now falling, on ya
I protect my land, like a farmer
Pockets stay chubby like Toccara
Or should I say fat like the Parkers?
Tote big guns like I'm still playing Contra
Y'all washed up like money that's laundered
Y'all funny, I'm bonkers
Honest, girl strapped to my dick like a harness
Rockstar, flyer than a ostrich
And I cover east west north south like a compass
I shall shine forever, never tarnish
Money buried behind my house like a garden
All green, my bank account's like a forest
I can't feel my face, it's getting started
And Weezy is my accomplice (Ya dig?)
A black activist like Sonny Carson
Stripes of a sergeant, salute me
And chicks, I get em high, higher than turbulences
White phantom, lookin so Fergalicious
I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims
It's get rich, go to jail or be a murder victim (Ay!)
Now all y'all listen
If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen

[Lil' Wayne]
I feel like a Black Republican
Tote a Mac in the public and
Act so Southern, die for my brother and
Money, money money like money mac and publishin
One life to live, never ask for a mulligan
Streets cold but the heat make me feel covenant
Been had cake, they late like Ed Sullivan
Fly like a eagle, but no I'm not Donovan
Boy you better go eat some soup with your mom and them
And my mind is on another continent
I am real cash money, no counterfeit
I don't parking lot pimp, I just politic
Bet I get all in her mouth like Polident
New Orleans representer to the inner
Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer
The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be

[Juelz Santana]
Yeah! (Ya dig?) Ay!
And by the way, this is not a diss song either people
We don't diss them, we dismiss them
Recognize or step aside, ya dig?
We let the music talk
And by the way, it's Santana, I'm back!

You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards
Cause you can't face yourself (Assholes!)
Dipset for life, Cash Money whatup?


Lyrics submitted by Geno55

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