Damn Sqad Up (Ft. Gudda Gudda, Kidd Kidd, Lil Wayne, Raw Dizzy & T-Streets)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yea - yea - yea
Its wizzle f. neph'
Whats really good? whats really good?
Huh ha check me out daddy
Remix...im weezy muhafucka
Young rich bastard
.9 in my jacket
Or die in a blast - y
And i was born in a casket
In other words i was born na die - faget
Dont ask my why
And the SQAD's my crown family
Young Money shine like the skies of Miami - goddammit
This is not nas landed
No soap opera
Nigga you could git scoped and popped up
Gagged up - tied and roped and chopped up
Its young cosa nostra - nigga mob up
No hoaster - toaster leave my thighs cut
No joker - 'pproch us and git cha spine tuck
Dont provoke me nigga
I choke the trigga
Ill let nina deep throat you nigga
Yea - w - stupid focus nigga
Believe that - charged of my streets
Ski back ahh
We broke all ya streets ki' back
Me young humprey both guards
Of the streets heat back
Weezy f. nigga - we back blocka-blocka
Til ya chest - 2 shots - see ya men
Homie can't squeeze back
And we want alla tha ki's too be exact
Of tha muhafuckn mac - we in that
We in back of tha muhafucka 'Lac
Gittin strapped
Cut tha lights off tha park
We gon get out and walk - like that nigga
Then git in the whip and circle right back
Nigga only guns sprayin
No ones playin
You die at tha hand of a guy
The man of the SQAD
Transport through the land
With the sand in tha caaaar
Muhafucka god damn who you are
Im young wayne bitches hand in they panties and braaa
Muhafucka god damn he tha booay
And he the star
Got grammies and grams in they broad