Lil Wayne

Lil Wayne - Uh Ohhh lyrics

(Ja Rule,Lil Wayne:)

Murder Inc. nigga

(Young Money just crept in like uh-ohhh!)

Em-pire, em-pire! Hehe, let's get 'em~!

Inc Gang nigga, young money Cash Money, collabo'

Listen, listen

(Chorus:) Ja Rule

To all my niggaz my bitches my bitches my niggaz my gangsters

Hoes, pimps, and pushers keep workin with it, we doin it

We gettin it, got money we takin it, got bitches we takin them

Empire just stepped in and they like

Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh!

Hitting the uh uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh!

Cause they know we gettin it, got money we takin it

Got bitches we takin them, Empire just stepped in (fuck niggaz!)

(Ja Rule:)

Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! Here I, go oh-oh-oh

It's the Rule nigga, you already know-oh

I'm gettin it, I don't gotta talk because I'm livin it

Money over bitches period, and I'm dead serious

These bitches is feminine

Nigga so I T-T-T-T-touch 'em up e'ry time I see 'em

Are you feelin it, it-it-it's comin through the barrel

of the fi-ih-ifth, out the sunroof of the si-ih-ix

Ih-ih-if, you willin to bear wit-ne-ess

How I take money, take bi-ih-itches, niggaz is

fascinated with the kid, love my style

Your bitch too'll be on the dick you let her come out

Quit handcuffin these hoes, my pi-ih-imp game proper

I'm a pis-tal popper, fuck around and get shot up

My niggaz all riders, our bitches all done up

Fuck~! I know y'all niggaz hate to love us; what

(Chorus:) with Lil Wayne ad libs

(Lil Wayne:)

Uh-ohh! You did it, now, you gotta get it

Weezy F is in yo' buildin, I will step, on yo' buildin

From the steps, of my buildin, raise hell, hell's risen

Call me young Raekwon, I'm a Chef in Hell's Kitchen

Flow, sweet as devil's food, I eat angels for dinner

Call me what'cha want, I don't give a finger in the middle

I'ma hold it down and blow up, the anchor is the missile

When I say we got them brrrrrrrrrr! I ain't tryin to whistle

Longbody Maybach, it make me feel so little

I'm ballin on the suckers and I won't pick up my dribble

Retarded on the beats, sick, I spit hospitals

And she couldn't stand under my umbrella if it drizzled

My pimp game proper, my inf' aim proper

So run and I will hit you like Jeremiah Trotter

Yessuh! Call me, young Carter

My leather so soft and I be stunt'n like my da-da

Ya dig?

(Ja Rule:)

Yep yep, I d-d-d-d-dig it!

But our jewelry's so fri-di-di-di-digid, damn

How dare bitches look at Atkins, Carter and Crocker

Like we don't make that crack that get real butter

Did-did-did-did I stu-st-stah-stutter the first time nigga, nah

They like uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! This nigga's tr-uh-ouble

It's the Inc., nigga act like ya know-ow

Who's gettin it, livin this, gangster shit

(Chorus:)Ja Rule,Lil Wayne

Murder Inc. nigga

(Young Money just crept in like uh-ohhh!)

Em-pire, em-pire! Heh...

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