Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana - No More Lyrics

[Lil Wayne:]
Come on home biscut for mans sake
No more fake hugs and handshakes
Stand straight you sweeter then a pancake
Me I'm tryna get that green like a landscape
That's for my team originate
See what I gotta say can't wait I demand cake
Gotta eat keep the family straight
They all holdin out dey hands and plates, yeah
Waynes from a place called hollygrove
Flow up outa another globe
Area code 5 zero 4
Be hero joe, and not zero in
With the egale when there be no him
I need help, I don't need no homie, I don't need no buddy
Nigga I got money, nigga I got heart to go along with the guns
Call me weezy f baby I'll be by myself when I come

[Chorus:]
No more lying friends, all these crappy friends
Know that you pretend, they won't know when I know
So muthaf*cka I was born by myself with my dick in my hand
With my mind on the million dollar plan
Now baby you are lookin at the million dollar man
And I'm a die alone so alone let's stand

[Juelz Santana:]
Dudes that never spoke to me now wanna speak
Girls that never said a word now wanna creep me
Guys that never ran with me wanna be
The only passanger in my coup with two seats
Damn what is it homes your boys breath soft
And fake I can feel silicone
You all about your pamala andersons
Me the family man, I take care the family man
And it seems like my day one niggas
Ain't acting like day one niggas
I ain't change I jus came up niggas
And trust me I say I ain't put the street down
All the thangs up nigga
I bring the phantom through the hood
I ain't frontin on ya'll
Jus tryna let you know it's bigger then the corner my dawg
I ain't playin basketball but I'm ballin for sure
Now back to the money, catch me when I come off tour
F*ck Em

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[Lil Wayne:]
The rims mer vinue wanna shit I slide into F*ck you
Send you to the desert tell you be cool
Eh eh hold on the pistols
Roll by the cops and turn up your steros
Sittin at the corner lookin like the owner
Talking to the owner yeah my price goin up
All in the strip club never get a boner
Only get hard for dope I'm homer
And your a simpson I'm a pimpson
And she ain't coming to the crib till her friend come
We gettin money over here you need to get some
Out comes the cold still from my income

[Juelz Santana:]
Out comes the cold still for my victims
Born alone die alone but you can die with em
Cars white and sexy like nicole kidman
Bad chick by myself video vicson
You might fly to LA jus to shop at kitson
Thouasnd dollar hoddies I'm pickin, up about
15 that's about 15 thouasand I'm trickin
Zero em bitches Zero
Savaski Crystals great china wall
And my money run longer then the great china wall
And my pockets is Mediterranean Sea deep
So keep ploting and prayin to get me

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