Wayne's Takeover 2 Lyrics - Mind Of Mannie Fresh - Mannie Fresh

Alright that nigga gone man 

Fuck that nigga man, fuck that Fabe 

Go through all this nigga's Pro Tools 

First beat you pick, I'm slaughterin' this nigga's shit 

'Cause B done already called me and told me 

Man go to that studio, fuck what Fresh doin' 

Tell Fresh let you get on that shit and kill that shit 

Fresh told me no I can't go back to B 'til B knows 

So Fabe pick a song and I'm going off 

Let's do it 

Oh yeah, oh yeah, lock the doors to the booth man 

Don't let Mannie in man, 'bout to kill this nigga's album 

Ya understand me? Birdman Jr. Weezy F-Baby 

Please say to Baby 1 7 Holygrove Gangus Street nigga 

Cash Money Records 

Get down and lay down, lie down and die down 

Bitch nigga thought you knew 

Rapper with guns 

Get me, get me, get me that piffy 

I'm higher than my attire 

I float like I spit through the fryer 

I uh sniffin' cocaine is some fire 

I uh get to buy money out the dryer 

Ridah in the five buggy slim tires 

Tryin' to find a try to light Jeremaih 

They call me Weezy F-Baby 

Women wanna suck all on my pacifier 

And if she tell ya she didn't, homie that's a liar 

You see me passin' by ya more like flashin' 

Lights, camera but I'm more like action 

So get your back into it, stop actin' 

'Cause we bring pistons to the balls 

Cool cat, wind breezin' through my whiskers 

Hurry, speed up, hater you just missed us 

I just twists up Birdman Jr. 

Swoop down on ya bitch like what's up with cha, yeah 

Walk through that's real 

We on that Shrek, I met her neck like let's chill 

When we ridin' in my SL 

She give me more tongue, less grill 

My yellow diamonds give you spit nigga bitch yield 

And that tooley gets saluted or I'll shoot it, yeah 

I kidnap the boss, make the click squeal 

Got you out of position like Sheffield in left field 

Call me when its gangsta nigga 

Yo 

Yo, what the fuck is goin' on over there? 

Ya'll think I don't know what the fuck goin' on? 

I got ears all over dude I know you on my album cursin' 

Talkin 'bout cuttin' bitches and killin' motherfuckers 

And murkin' motherfuckers, I don't want that dude 

{Right now, I'm out here with full bar bitches 

I got a Spanish bitch, a Chinese bitch 

A Vietnamese, what are you baby, whatever the fuck she is 

And this other bitch and we doin' like this, this five some thing 

And whatever 'n' y'all over there talking bout killing motherfuckers} 

{Wayne, what is your mama's number dude? I'm gonna call your mama 

And let your mama know whats goin' on with you 

Dude you never used to curse brah 

Now you just all fucked up with this shit 

I'm pissed off dude, I'm really pissed off wit you, brah} 

{I told you my album is about loving 

Huggin', holding hands, fuckin' and all that kinda shit 

No, that's it, I don't want you no more on my album dude 

I just got you for a chorus and we over with 

Now let's finish the album}