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Lil Wayne - What We Need lyrics
"This is "what we need, you "decided" this
 What you say..oooo (x4)
Glasses Malone:
 G Malone, Still on the block wit it,
 Just posted, my steel got some rounds in it.
 Case haters make a problem and I gotta solve it, 
 Belly leaned against the curb like an alcoholic.
 Kill bill was still kicking like Lucy Liu, 
 And watch my Lair homies hustle like I used to do.
 Heard they mad I got crips calling troops with rules,
 What they all turning gang y'all used to do
 here to stay your cake leaves 6 summers
 your baby mama already want the dick from 'em
 and your sister calling me her little bust it baby.
 While your teenage daughters kiss my poster daily
 so crazy, haters scared to start me up
 you can't fade me, your clippas ain't sharp enough
 Ain't another rapper breathing -- this smart and tough
 So any dummy tryna learn he better smartin' up.
 Chorus
 "This is" what we need, you "decided" this
 What you say..oooooo (x4)
Lil Wayne:
 (Yeah, come on) Call me weezy baby, (yup) hands up, tech wavin',
 Hey now, lay down like a nigga put a bed down.
 Sleep tight, die in a dirt cheap life.
 Suit, tuck, tie, and the shirt speech nice, 
 Lumps in throats, trumpet blow (go on)
 Where we at daddy, guns and coke
 home, the quiet is woke the riot's provoked (bomb)Lil Wayne - What We Need - http://motolyrics.com/lil-wayne/what-we-need-lyrics.html
 All them busters allow 'em to suffer-and
 she (know) not to ever fuck around with the fuckers-and
 Stop looking up the mountain above ya
 Have you looking under cars, inspecting mufflers
 you know thats reality baby, check your calendar
 Every days a new day and this can be the last one (Come on, yeah)
 So you better make it pay off
 or make a nigga scratch a day off. (Weezy!)
Chorus (x4)
G Malone:
(Let me take a break from dis gangsta shit and holla at the ladies)
 Look baby its g's ova here, Cheese over here.
 pass them lames tryna holla at ya.
 And come and ride with a thug, I'm fly as a dove
 Switching lanes, tossing dollars at ya.
 Ain't you tired of them fakes, who lie about they cake
 you can tell them dudes probably actors
 But me and Wayne got a diction
 And one of them trickin be the one either ones happenin
 Now getting back to the gutter, 
 Back to the corner
 Back to the grimey shit
 I mean I'm back at the butter
 Back fillin quotas,
 Back tryna find a brick
 I heard they 21 again, connects getting hit and want us to make ammends
 But really I ain't trippin homey know I make an end
 Cuase my rip game is fertile, shit could make a twin
 Nigga!
Chorus (X4)








