Shakewell
LIL WAYNE 2002
[Verse 1: Shakewell]
Been kicking drugs
Feel the pain and sufferin'
Itchin', fiendin', dreamin' for the Benzo substance
Oxy Angels fill my head with nonsense
Scared that if I leave her, then I won't feel nothin'
Seen this angel, she was huffing, puffing
Pa** it to me, I'm inhaling, dusting
If I cop the re-up, she gon' suck it, f**k it
Now we're burning piston, hope I don't catch something

[Hook: Shakewell]
Like damn!
I ain't the man to go
I ain't got plans with hope
I be just the man with grams
I got some bands with snow
Couple of tickets, hitting the slopes
Swear I been dope
Doper than dope fiends hitting the floor
Doper than dope, please slow I lit seven joints
I been spittin' these blades, call it liquid swords

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I feel something coming over me
Became what I wasn't supposed to be
Luckily I cut the corners, became who I am
One hundred thousand to grocery bag holds
That amount will never get you off of the asphalt
Out the dugout and into the sandlot
Parking lot full of thick hoes with they a** out
And they wonder why they never get asked out
Mac big enough to make your man back down
Four, five bullets in your wig
Big deal, in the field
I am, can't stand, no one
Toe taggin' rappers with a nose run
Pull up, we riding, get violent, f**k all of the sirens
The coppa's get silent when the Glock is wildin'
I'm piling up bodies right under my fountain
The feeling aroused me
[Hook: Shakewell]
Damn!
I ain't the man to go
I ain't got plans with hope
I be just the man with grams
I got some bands with snow
Couple of tickets, hitting the slopes
Swear I been dope
Doper than dope fiends hitting the floor
Doper than dope, please slow I lit seven joints
I been spittin' these blades, call it liquid swords