No Other Lyrics

[Lil Wayne] Yeah, straight up D-Boy, sell in 10th Ward Miss Katrina turned my city to a seesaw I keep going for them corners like Lyor They gon' either respect me or, he all Burnin them bitches like a se-qual Punk, put a hump in your back, they called it Igor What? This shit is hard, any yard where we are We call that cocaine rice, I got that Condoleezza Huh? You fuck with me chump, I rock your teacup I say before you spend a dollar boy, put up the re-up Yep, get up cause we up, foot up and knee up In the game, put up and shut up, I hit your head up Or go bang, the Birdgang and the Birdman J. Lil Wayne, hear to hang, other words here to stay Feel my pain, Fireman, I spark and I rain I hark through the flames, yeah, all for the change, yeah Call it insane but I'm a hustler to the muscle And them new drop Bentleys look like pussy in the summer So I'm fuckin that, huggin that block like I'm lovin that Never sell a crumb where my mother at, run with that You can come at me for beef and shots come with that Your bitch come at me for wood and I'm the lumberjack I come in that Similac Maybach, shades black Looking like I'm tryna bring Yay back, ASAP Give it to 'em raw, no Ajax, taste that Huh, fuck around and make your face crack I know niggas that, shoot dope, arms looking like a racetrack Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat You can't take that? Well I can't take back Where I come from so I learned how to make that Yeah, turn that straight to a G stack Stack up my cheese, now I'm screamin "Where the keys at?" [Juelz Santana] I'm from, block one, five-one, where my young Niggas on the rise to get a name, don't try them Wayne, I fell your pain and I see your stress How they think your people 'posed to get through Katrina off a FEMA cheque? Coke in a Pyrex, dope and the ice, yes Mind on the highway, road signs, right, left And that's the mind-state of kids growin up Still they wonder why the crime rate's goin up, throw it up Eastside, Westside, Southside, Northside Fuck with my money I, torch guys, off guys Hire men, fire men, send 'em to a higher man (there he go) Torture 'em, vice grip, pliers man Niggas turn to tin foil when they see the iron man Pressure bust pipes, I apply it and Move like a lion through the jungle, yes, there is none higher than Me, don't slip up and end wind up in the lion bend Big body Benz eyein man, higher than A chick that flight-attend or air force flyer man Bad bitches I fly 'em and fuck 'em Send 'em back home hyped feeling like they on nitrogen Just call me the Pied Piper man Still get the coke through the pipeline, then off to the piper stem And I'm still getting paper back in rubber bands I still got paper bags coming in I still got that mattress with the paper bags under it Comic books, Playboy baby mag under it, still I still got ties with my guys who don't speak no English Them Vatos, they got those cheapest Got no green card, got no visas and got those Pablo features They drop off then pick up, I pick up then drop off The drop off was picked up, and then what? I get itLil Wayne f/ Juelz Santana - No Other - http://motolyrics.com/lil-wayne-f-juelz-santana/no-other-lyrics.html