Artist: Lil Wayne & Birdman Albym: Like Father, Like Son Song: Over Here Hustlin' Typed by: mtc9584@yahoo.com [Chorus] + (Lil Wayne talkin over the chorus) (Ha) We over here hustlin', (yeah) we over here grindin' (Huh?) We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (Somebody say somethin to me?) We over here hustlin', we over here grind- (Well, tell 'em I say, "Fuck 'em!") I'm all, I'm all about my pap-, I'm all, I'm all about my paper (Ha!) We over her hustlin', we over her grindin' (Cocky! I know) We over her hustlin', we over her hus' (I work hard bitch) We over here grind- (+I can do dat+) I'm all, I'm all about my pap-, (ain't that right?) I'm all, I'm all about my paper [Lil Wayne] Now ask me what I'm doin, that's me in the hook And I just keep on kickin' it, kickin' it, like a knee and a board Yes, Wayne straight like a ki of that good And if that bitch don't know the rules then I will read her the book I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet I got the key to sucess, get money invest Re-up wit' the rest, I got a sweeter connect That mean my weed is the best, Joe can even the stress Ok, the coupe is ridiculous, and the jeep is a mess Let's call my bullets a lump, cuz I put 'em deep in ya neck +Adam's Apple+ meet +Banana Clip+, ya'll know my script I just get my +chips+ and then I +dip+, and then I dip They say the bullshit walks, the money talks So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls Yeah that's my word, that's my word, no I wouln't front for ya'll It's money over everything and bitches under all...M.O.B.!! [Chorus] + (Baby talkin over the chorus) Yeah shorty I wish one of them pussies would tell me somethin nigga Fuck 'em, +Like Father, Like Son+, we goin' the bank on these bitches Half a mil' in the grill on these pussies...pussies! Uptown, we in this mother fucker, AK toters, +Hood Rich+ mother fucker Get money or die bitch! One hundred! [Baby] I say Uptown poppin', Uptown rockin' Uptown made us, it's the home of them +Hard Knocks+ Cook up a whole block, kitted up in all white Ridin with a chopper and black diamonds, and it all nice Shop til you pop bitch, do your own thing hoe Got the game from KC, suckin flow, 6 Court Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga Ridin in the Lamborgini, suicidal eagle wings Assault rifles, my lil homies big poppas Comin thru the attic, 20 in that heli-choppa Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it nigga Burn it and light it, then we dip it and we hit it nigga I spent a mil' on my grill, for real Cuz we be stuntin' while we husltin' nigga, makin these hills We be grindin' while we shinin' nigga, packin' the steel Stay fly, get money nigga, stack it and bulid [Chorus] [Baby] I say we deep in the game nigga, we switchin' them lanes nigga Got blood money homie, no pain no gain nigga 50 a fame nigga, a G a name nigga That's what we do nigga, claim ya fame nigga Hop out a Range nigga, fang in hand nigga Stop all that reppin' 'fore I, send some flames nigga All this money nigga, jewelery and fame, yes I Cuz we be stuntin' nigga (Uh huh) Movin' them things nigga (Look!) [Lil Wayne] Paper paper, paper, all I need is paper Green paper, white chalk, yellow tape-a Make ya, shirt look like you got on a butcher's apron Go 'head and make a steak then...bitch nigga Rich nigga talkin', this our money sign I'm just chillin', but my money still runnin' 'round Yeah, and I do-oz what I does, you niggaz couldn't even be who I was, ha! [Chorus] [Baby talkin' over the chorus] Unbelieveable! Un-mother fuckin-believable the type of shit we do Shit, what's the business OC Jones, KC, Shahib-Muhuammed World! What it do OG Calvin? Bo Miller, Status Jackson My nigga Sqaloob, Big Rufus, all my +Hood Rich + g's And one o' my niggaz gangsta, all my AK dudes