Chorus: This is what we need, you decided this What you say... oooo (4x) Glasses Malone: G Malone, Still on the block wit it, Just posted, my steel got some rounds in it. Case haters make a problem and I gotta solve it, Belly leaned against the curb like an alcoholic. Kill bill was still kicking like Lucy Liu, And watch my Lair homies hustle like I used to do. Heard they mad I got crips calling troops with rules, What they all turning gang y'all used to do here to stay your cake leaves 6 summers your baby mama already want the dick from 'em and your sister calling me her little bust it baby. While your teenage daughters kiss my poster daily so crazy, haters scared to start me up you can't fade me, your clippas ain't sharp enough Ain't another rapper breathing -- this smart and tough So any dummy tryna learn he better smartin' up. Chorus: This is what we need, you decided this What you say... oooo (4x) Lil´ Wayne: (Yeah, come on) Call me weezy baby, (yup) hands up, tech wavin', Hey now, lay down like a nigga put a bed down. Sleep tight, die in a dirt cheap life. Suit, tuck, tie, and the shirt speech nice, Lumps in throats, trumpet blow (go on) Where we at daddy, guns and coke home, the quiet is woke the riot's provoked (bomb) All them busters allow 'em to suffer-and she (know) not to ever fuck around with the fuckers-and Stop looking up the mountain above ya Have you looking under cars, inspecting mufflers you know thats reality baby, check your calendar Every days a new day and this can be the last one (Come on, yeah) So you better make it pay off or make a nigga scratch a day off. (Weezy!) Chorus: This is what we need, you decided this What you say... oooo (4x) Glasses Malone: (Let me take a break from dis gangsta shit and holla at the ladies) Look baby its g's ova here, Cheese over here. pass them lames tryna holla at ya. And come and ride with a thug, I'm fly as a dove Switching lanes, tossing dollars at ya. Ain't you tired of them fakes, who lie about they cake you can tell them dudes probably actors But me and Wayne got a diction And one of them trickin be the one either ones happenin Now getting back to the gutter, Back to the corner Back to the grimey shit I mean I'm back at the butter Back fillin quotas, Back tryna find a brick I heard they 21 again, connects getting hit and want us to make ammends But really I ain't trippin homey know I make an end Cuase my rip game is fertile, shit could make a twin Nigga! Chorus: This is what we need, you decided this What you say... oooo (4x)