For My lyrics

Artist  : Nelly 
Song : For My



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{*talking through megaphone*}
Yo, uh, you
didn't see this one comin did ya
All the way
from the N.O. to S.T.L.
Nelly-Nel and Lil'
Wayne

[Nelly]
On a scale one to ten I
be rated a 12 (right!)
You know it and these
cats hate it
I got nothing outdated
If it
is it's self rated
S-class wit everything
voice-activated
Chrome rim three bladed,
factory custom made it
Paid wit big faces; if
it's broke then replace it
Now it's like that;
Purple Haze and Cognac
On tha beach in L.A.
with dime bitches ridin my back

[Lil'
Wayne]
I represent them street niggas
When
they get hot, carry the heat niggas
Them sweet
niggas off they feet niggas
You livin on the
edge Fleet nigga
That's why my clique we do or
die and roll deep nigga
Ain't nothing sweet
nigga, recognize the bloody clothes
Ready to
represent the Grove wit two calicoes
I carry
4's in my side pocket
While yours cock a nigga
mind poppin
Walk through you house wit my iron
now when

Chorus: Nelly (repeat
2X)

This is for my niggaaassss
Who be
keepin it tight
Only lovin dime bitches that
fuck on the first night

This is for my
bitchessss
Wit the style and grace
Who
ain't hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin
face

[Nelly]
I ain't bullshittin I
trick em and run up in they kitchen
And she
ain't a nonadeada my niggas then I'm
splitin
Get a code-red hop in the Jag and
fled
Pump +Nore+ number six, "bitch give me
some head"
And for you niggas out there who be
jacking the wrist
Got a new group for ya, Nina
Ross and the Clips
And from the hip I shoot,
if you wanna get loot
Bout ta tell ya the
truth
I'm more focused I'm born in the
Lou'

Chorus

[Lil' Wayne]
I ain't
no busta nigga
Came up out that Holly Grove
dungeon nigga
Flame up and toast let it get
sparkin up in here
You don't make out alive
very often up in here
I'ma speak on behalf of
the C.M.B. partna
I'm a sweep off ya air if
its standing beef partna
I skeet off a bag of
the dilly-D partna
Slip me on a mask hit the
Benz wit three choppers
Weezy-wez
partna

[Nelly]
Four karats in my
earring, five around my knuckle
Six wrap the
wrist, check the belt buckle
Leave them wit it
look like Nelly I didn't know
If you was the
Jackie Frost why didn't you say so
Somebody
gotta shine my nigga why not me
Even my
dentist told me floss 7 days a week
Freeza
brought out the piece Gucci and hat
sweet
Butter soft leather seats for trash
talkin'
freaks

Chorus

[Nelly]
This is
for my niggaaaaaaaasssssssss

{*talking
through megaphone*}
Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were
ready for that one hu, ha, ha
We know ya
didn't see that one comin
Uh, uh ee-yah
Uh,
uh wodie