[intro]
im a political refugee

thats how the f-ck i felt
[birdman - chorus]
birds for the summer

hummers for the runners
candy on the paint
9 for the thunder

throw a couple hundreds
fishing on a fishtail
with big money, cash money oilwell

high roller, shot caller, big boss
original, real ^!$$% from the start
head huntin', price on a ^!$$% tab

hit 'em up, for playing with a f-cking male
[mystikal]
say i'm better than beethoven

to the beat that i rap over
stay outta that medicine cabinet
yeah, thats what they told me

giving us test, cause we stay rollin'
and know a ^!$$% act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
they penalize us, tryna slow us down

they constantly f-cking us up
thats why we're buck wild
call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo

when you know you wanna f-ck my woman and eat my barbeque
how the f-ck you gon' watch my house
but don't wanna live on my street

the ape man told tarzan "how the f-ck you better than me?"
rap i run that rock, and got a jump shot
who we got ? wife, up in that white house

i took a look and didn't sell out
i was in the ? and didn't bail out
hoping the, didn't fail out

back to the top from the jail house
lace 'em up, tie ya shoe
catch a cut, know what pressure do

[birdman - chorus]
[mystikal]
who out c'here f-cking with me, huh? tell me that

i'm bout to drop that ?, where my pamper at?
try to answer that, or give me my mantle back
i bury you @@#!roaches, shoulda left where i was at

you dun made that f-cking bed
you dun built this f-cking house
? yeah ^!$$% what the hell

talking baby business, yeah
don't be f-cking with me
cause you wont get off easy

i feel just like drew brees
when they kick off football season
how i cut the ref, you can't stop from bleeding

rappers betta leave me 'lone
if they gon' keep on breathing
now keep on starving and i'mma gonna keep on eating

and you keep on sucking, and i'mma keep on squeezing
you gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing
you better keep on trucking

aint nobody betta ? this evening

[birdman - chorus]

[lil wayne]
uh, aint it crazy how %#@! be
thats why i flush it

i got the tommy gun with the drum
thats percussion
i just popped a couple pain pills, self destruction

i made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
i pistol whip you !@#(, knock her out robitussin
ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion

rep, that muthaf-cking red flag like a russian
yeah, look, i told her baby i'm a thrasher
we kissed, i lit her $$# up than i ashed her

no hard feelings, no car dealing, but i shuffle my queen
duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car
my mary in a jar
i'm food, i let the haters add a little salt
thats cool, i do it for all the ^!$$%s that try

and all the (*##$es i've f-cked, and all my ^!$$%s that died
tunechi
[birdman - chorus]