Throw It Up Ludacris (Ft. Busta Rhymes & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yea I'm back to drive you crazy
With the hottest shit in the streets, no ifs, ands, or maybes
Everybody gather around from here to little Haiti
Cuz it's Busta (Luda) and (Young Weezy Baby)
With Flipmode and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly
Weezy, tell 'em what you rep (I represent Young Money)
Yeah I know you got me, homie (Busta, Bust I got you)
Real talk (I'm goin' in)
Get 'em, killer

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm about to blast off, call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks, check my pocket size
And if ya wan' try it, c'mon and try it
You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through ya house with them choppas firin'
And all adults die, leave the toddlers cryin' (Damn)
I've been a soldier, never met Private Ryan (Uh-uh)
Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the lion (Ahh)
I'm dippin' in my coupe, with the top behind me (Ha)
I'm not the president, but I see cops behind me
Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they cannot stop me
So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby (Errrr, ha)
It's my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
Haha, sharper than a Ginsu, shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you bodied