Artist: Chris Styles f/ Lil Wayne Album: Whatcha Say (Remix) (Single) Song: Whatcha Say (Remix) Typed by: chrisandoval2004@yahoo.com Intro (Imogen Heap): Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs speak no feeling no I don't believe you you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit Chorus (Imogen Heap): This is what we need, you decided this Whatcha say (x4) Verse 1 (Chris Styles): Fuck a love song, I'm lookin' for my enemies I don't even know what the hell has gotten into me I guess I got tired of the drama and the bullshit finger on the trigger? guarantee they never pull shit they rap about that mob shit, that's not what I'm about I get paid to make hits, they can be the hottest out killers with no bodies, will I ever blow? probably look around, who can do it like me? nobody put a milli' on it, I could give it to you if you really want it put me on a song with anybody, bet I (Kill 'em on it) (easy) rest in peace to the beat, it's bleeding on me on the remix with Wayne, I don't see opponents If a hater want it I ain't losing to him I call it revenge, his partners call it losin' a friend again, I'm the people's hope? I'm a do it for them and do it like nobody gon' do it again (Styles) Chorus(Imogen Heap): This is what we need, you decided this Whatcha say (x4) Verse 2 (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 tucked, tie and the shirt, speech nice Lumps in throats, trumpet blow (gone) Where we at daddy, guns and coke (home) the quiet is woke the riot's provoked (bomb) All them busters allowed me to suffer, and she know not to ever fuck around with the fuckers, and Stop looking up that mountain above you Have you looking under cars, inspecting mufflers (yeah) that's reality baby, check your calendar Every day's 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 (Imogen Heap): This is what we need, you decided this Whatcha say (x4) Outro (Imogen Heap): ransom notes keep falling out your mouth mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs speak no feeling no I don't believe you you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit ransom notes keep falling out your mouth mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs speak no feeling no I don't believe you you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit you don't care a bit you don't care a bit you don't care a bit you don't care a bit you don't care a bit