Two Words lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Raw Dizzy]
Chyeah
What’s really good, Dizzy?
Chyeah
It’s your n*gga Weezy Baby, man
Yeah
I’m in the building with you, man
I see you n*gga
Solo dough is the best dough
I be you, n*gga
Let’s get ‘em

[Chorus: Raw Dizzy]
We in the streets, n*gga, get your mail
It’s only two places to go, n*gga: dead or in jail
Yo
Ayo, ayo
Look, now throw your hands up, hustlas, gangstas, bustas
Wankstas, everybody, f*ck that
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Two words: lil n*gga; small feet, short arms
Lil Wayne, Weezy Baby, motherf*cking Hot Boy
Pop me, hate me, I’ll be right there
Two more: Young Money, Cash Money millionaire
Two words: Uptown, one-seven, rep that
Nine-six, young me, Front Street, wet crack
Two words: black sh*t, black card, black fit
Back door, black gun, black clip, silver bullet
Red sh*t, headshot, dead quick, sad death
If anyone said sh*t, everybody snooze
Two birds, shaved them, turned them to pavement
Drought come, raise them price tags, break them
White flags, wave them high if try him
What? Why? Three words: “Die, n*gga, die”
Two words: two-seaters, two blunts
Two thirds of the time, Reel with me
Singing like a hummingbird
You heard sh*t right, Carter here, get right
n*ggas better hold on, b*tches better sit tight
Two words: high-yellow, long hair, thick size
Sixth side, naughty girl, good girl, Uptown
All-time playa playa, good game, hood rich
Don’t be fooled, got tools like Goodrich
Two words: blap-blap! Aftermath, white sheets
After that, clear block, ghost town, white streets
Still going, won’t stop, paid quick, never that
Hot Boys, as a group, nothing can compare to that
Two words: bounce back, bounce-di-bounce back
Dig this, bid that, how you loving that?
Power move, yeah, Dizzy, get dough, get more
If not, what we spitting for? sh*t
Prada cap, Prada jeans, Prada kicks, Prada sack
Who’s that boy? Boy, two words: holla back
[Chorus: Raw Dizzy]
Look, now throw your hands up, hustlas, gangstas, bustas
Wankstas, everybody, f*ck that
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, listen

[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy]
Yeah, two letters, two numbers: AK-47 (Yeah)
Sending y’all b*tch n*ggas to two words: Hell or Heaven
Better tell the reverend and confess to your sins
And hope God forgive the fake sh*t that you did (pus*y)
Downtown, Uptown, stand up
b*tch n*ggas, man up; M-Zone, that’s us
Big gun, two clips; lil’ gun, few tips
Dum-dum, flip-flip, numb-numb, stiff-stiff
Yeah, it’s like back-back and forth-forth
Snap back the four-four and *pap!* at your throat
No yap-yapping no more, f*ck who hates me
I live by two words: “f*ck you, spray me”
Yeah, yeah, what? Who? Wait, we
Come through eight deep, everybody move!
Damn, bam, what’s loose, ain’t me
Takeover games …