
Clear Da Scene DJ Clue (Ft. Lil Wayne, Ransom & Rick Ross)
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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Fresher than a mothafuckin' cocaine pusher
Got work under the stairs, got the gun in the bushes
Anybody want beef, come and meet the butcher
Bring the punk out of a nigga like Ashton Kutcher
Fuck you pay me! like nasty hookers
I got that recipe they tell me "pass the cook book"
Fuckin wit lil' weezy baby that's a good look
So hop your ass on the good book and sha mon'
I ain't really that nigga that you would want to front on
I put ya whole life on ya front lawn .. come on
Son on that shit that none on, gun on
I can drive the whip and work the tooly while with one arm
That's word to my mom, she worry if I'ma come home
I tell her don't trip, I'm runnin' this bitch, a nigga just gettin' his stunt on
Number one stunner junior! hallelujah! fuck ya! I wish I never knew ya! PEACE!
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got a bird in the bag and the bag on my back
Got a murder warrant in the magazine on my lap
Clear the scene!
Clear the scene!
Clear the scene
Let the g's do they thing
I got a bird in the bag and the bag on my back
Got a murder warrant in the magazine on my lap
Clear the scene!
Clear the scene!
Clear the scene
Let the g's do their thing
Fresher than a mothafuckin' cocaine pusher
Got work under the stairs, got the gun in the bushes
Anybody want beef, come and meet the butcher
Bring the punk out of a nigga like Ashton Kutcher
Fuck you pay me! like nasty hookers
I got that recipe they tell me "pass the cook book"
Fuckin wit lil' weezy baby that's a good look
So hop your ass on the good book and sha mon'
I ain't really that nigga that you would want to front on
I put ya whole life on ya front lawn .. come on
Son on that shit that none on, gun on
I can drive the whip and work the tooly while with one arm
That's word to my mom, she worry if I'ma come home
I tell her don't trip, I'm runnin' this bitch, a nigga just gettin' his stunt on
Number one stunner junior! hallelujah! fuck ya! I wish I never knew ya! PEACE!
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got a bird in the bag and the bag on my back
Got a murder warrant in the magazine on my lap
Clear the scene!
Clear the scene!
Clear the scene
Let the g's do they thing
I got a bird in the bag and the bag on my back
Got a murder warrant in the magazine on my lap
Clear the scene!
Clear the scene!
Clear the scene
Let the g's do their thing
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