For My

{*talking through megaphone*}<br>Yo, uh, you didn`t see this one comin did ya <br>All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L.<br>Nelly-Nel and Lil` Wayne<br><br>[Nelly]<br>Now on the scale of one to ten, I been rated, a 12 (right!)<br>You know this and these cats hate it<br>I got nuttin outdated, if it is it`s up-graded<br>S-class wit everything voice-activated<br>Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it<br>Paid wit big faces; if it`s broke then replace it<br>Now it`s like that; Purple Haze and Cognac<br>On the beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back<br><br>[Lil` Wayne]<br>I represent them street niggas<br>When they get hot, carry the heat niggas<br>Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas<br>You livin on the edge Fleet nigga<br>That`s why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga<br>Ain`t nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes<br>Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes<br>I carry 4`s in my side pocket<br>While yours cock a nigga mind poppin<br>Walk through you house wit my iron now when <br><br>Chorus: Nelly (repeat 2X)<br><br>I`m doing this one for my niggaaasss<br>Who be keepin it tight<br>Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night<br>This is for my bitchessss<br>Wit the style and grace <br>Who ain`t hear nuttin talkin but the Benjamin face<br><br>[Nelly]<br>I ain`t bullshittin I trick em and run up in their kitty<br>And she ain`t a nonadeada my niggas then I`m splitin<br>Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled<br>Pump +Nore+ number six, "bitch give me some head"<br>And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist<br>Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips<br>And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot<br>Bout ta tell ya the truth <br>I`m more focused I`m born in the Lou`<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Lil` Wayne]<br>I ain`t no busta nigga<br>Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga <br>Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here<br>You don`t make out alive very often up in here<br>I`ma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna<br>I`m a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna<br>I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna<br>Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers<br>Weezy-wez partna<br><br>[Nelly]<br>Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle <br>Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle <br>Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn`t know<br>If you was the Jackie Frost why didn`t you say so<br>Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me<br>Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week<br>Freeza burnt out the piece Gucci and hat sweet<br>Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin freaks<br> <br>Chorus<br><br>[Nelly]<br>I`m doing this one for my niggaaaaaaaaaasssssssss<br><br>{*talking through megaphone*}<br>Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha <br>We know ya didn`t see that one comin<br>Uh, uh E.I. <br>Uh, uh wodie