Exit Wounds soundtrack

* send corrections to the typist<br><br>[Verse 1: Baby]<br>Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo` six<br>But I`m the bird man nigga, need to score some shit<br>I need a warehouse full, with pets, riders<br>and bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood<br>My Lil` Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods<br>She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood<br>The beauty shop stay poppin`, cause this zones keep rockin<br>And my phone keep plunckin`, cause these hoez keep jockin<br>Just bought a new six with bra-less kit<br>Put me on the floor two nines in my hip<br>The reason the drought is cause the feds done bust` my ship<br>Got a crew of head busters that will split your shit<br>Got a old and young bitch that`ll take that trick<br>Hit the streets, with that work 400 a zip<br>Gave my nigga ???? car go break them bricks<br>Go flood that magnoila cause I want that bitch<br>KC take this glock, make will of the spot<br>Tanto, Tito and Wap ya`ll hug the block<br>And we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked<br>And they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop<br><br><br>[Hook: Juvenile & Lil` Wayne]<br>[Juve]<br>You could beg shorty, you could keep it dirty<br>You could flip a birdy , you could cut it and serve it<br>And I keep it real, and I play the field<br>And I know when to deal, and I know when to kill<br><br>[Wayne]<br>And I flip the guns, when I collect the funds<br>And I make all the ones, and I can play the drums<br>You could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles<br>You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer<br><br>[Verse 2: Turk]<br>Look Nigga know that I got that work<br>So he plottin` and watchin` try to see when I`m gone<br>So he could break in my housin<br>I`m a bake a cake for `im, make `im think I`m out of town<br>I know he`s here hustlin` I want my monkey talkin loud tellin` my round<br>I`ll be there pick me up from the port<br>On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I`m goin to score<br>Probably get a lil` dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a<br>bag<br>half a gram for 100<br>This nigga just don`t know<br>I`m on top of my game<br>Should have keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine<br>That I`ma get that nigga Turk<br>So I got to bust his brains<br>Cause if I let that nigga slide than he gon` try to do it again<br>So I gotta handle that mind<br>get rid of the bitch quick<br>Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt<br>Jack who, take what, from who, not me<br>Get a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the streets<br><br>Hook<br><br>[Verse 3: Mack 10]<br>From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin` <br>Sherm smokin, crack, sellin`<br>Blood and Cripp walkin<br>Mack One-0`s the name nigga<br>Hustlin` is my thang nigga CMR and West Side<br>Who Bang is the game nigga<br>Recognize a G in me, off top we wig-splitters<br>Young and Thuggin` like Turk and them head bustin` niggas check it<br>I like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me<br>And no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me<br>I fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricks<br>Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick<br>Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price<br>And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice<br>I`m reppin killah Cali, but down with them south niggas<br>U know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas<br>Mack stay cockin` low, and down to ride for the cause<br>We keep it crackin` from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras<br>Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung related<br>I`m a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided<br>From the feet up G`d up is my everyday behavior<br>A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor`s<br>The fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight<br>Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night<br>Mack is to much of a rider<br>I could never be a sucker<br>I`ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker<br><br>Hook