Lil Wayne, Big Tymers, LAC and Cash Money Millionaires - Undisputed
Huh?
Yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah
Yeah, yo (yo), yo (yo)
Uh-huh (who?)
CMB (who?), who else? (Who?)
The undisputed CMB (who hold the title?)
We hold the title, you know why?
(Aight, yes) Look
There ain't a cat out green that could deal with Weez'
Homie quick like coupes, AH! Feel the breeze
And I'm Holly Grove's heart, the hood made me trill
The hottest Hot Boy baby, time reveal
And I'm momma's oldest boy, papa's first seed
But poppa's not real, he don't bleed what I bleed
I'm nineteen strong, a kid with a kid
And ain't too many people outdid what I did
I rock bricks down, I rock every town
I puff the best 'dro, pound for pound
Now say Round, the boy tough not bluff
Yeezy Weezy, young money Squad up
Whoever don't like it mount up
Then down ya go, I been a champ like the dude Monroe
Not in ten years, they still wouldn'ta planned it
For every one to fall and I still be standin
Undisputed
We can't lose
We been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haters tryna lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
Undisputed
We can't lose
We been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haters tryna lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
Undisputed
I'm the ice man whodie, it's nothin to ex ya out
Put the G on the head, ain't got to say it out the mouth
With the beanie with the blue jean jacket, metal packin'
Walkin' up that walk and I'm bout that jackin'
I do this for the penitentiary, holla
I'll stunt for y'all while I'm spendin' these dollars
I lock cells like four corner blocks
I'm the bird man, I never chipped off the top
I'm switch-handed, when I'm swingin' I'm landin'
I thug on the street and I thug red-banded
Wipe you off the land, it's a concrete jungle
A tear for the gangstas, OZ's and bundoes
A tear drop for the clown I put under
You know, I been livin' like this for ten summers
I'm the boss of the ghetto, black crow of the game
3rd Ward survivor, ain't a damn thang changed
We can't lose
We been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haters tryna lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
Undisputed
We can't lose
We been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haters tryna lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
Undisputed
Say hold up, check this out
We 'bout to cut the lights off right?
Send me some meddum and a joe
And while ya at it, send that week down here wit it
Whodie I done sent for ya, so it's best ya come
I'm Lac Saladin, the dog of the prison
I'm the next best thing to the warden
Plus I'm chargin' 2 bits on the carton
I send words to an old blister, with no pistol
The B.G.F. still sho' getcha
I walk with my pants saggin'
I'm a H.B.G. for life, now what's happenin?
Please whatchu talkin', I'm a dead man walkin'
If we was on the streets then the .44 would be barkin'
Keep the shank on the left side and the titch right here
I'm the greasy Adebisi that's runnin' this here
With the Black Gorillas, petty hustlers and ese's
Jeffrey Dahmer, Son of Sam, Aryan Nation and O.J.
Now how you gon' stop them, throw away the key and lock them
Tell the D.A. it's them against me, cockin'
We can't lose
We been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haters tryna lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
Undisputed
We can't lose
We been through too much pain
Too much struggle, and too much strain
This is CMR
Though them haters tryna lock us in
We got it locked from the block to the pen
Undisputed
Written by:
Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Dwayne Carter, Kedrick Cordell Moore, M. Nance
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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