What
You can find me on the corner with stones,
quarters and zones
or dope and powder broke,
and our sale's soap and flour
And most of our custom
ers come up to us daily
Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy,
a hustler, baby
What can I give you? I dis
tribute Ki's to the kings
and Z's to the fiends,
and ecstasy and weed to the teens
You need to see Wheez, anything
you like and I have 'em
From crack to Viagra, and
Vicadins valiums
I'm the nigga they point to
when you hit my av
So get all your money together,
come and get my slabs
I get my cash, put some aside,
and flip like half
And still enough for me to TV and
deep- dish my Nav'
And you can tell the law that I
say they can kiss my acid
For the white people,
when I get two bricks for ten,
I know the right people
And I keep a nine on my waistline
And I'm a be right on the corner,
wodie, I'm gonna grind
Nigga, y'all gon' respect Wheezy,
or else the tec squeezin' shots
I have your chest steamin' hot,
and your sis' screamin', "Stop!"
I hang out on the block, nigga,
with rocks and weed
On the corner 'til the mornin',
see the cops and flee
And if we beef, we don't beef long
'cause we gon' creep all night
So I hope you don't sleep all night
- we on your street all night
Say, aw aw, I don't want your
boy to get me shoes
'cause I spit tools,
and put him tissues in his shoes
And the bricks move every followin' week
So if you need to get it, too,
then holla at me, got powder or d
And I shower your streets
until your av pass out
More bricks than "The Three Lil
Pigs'" last damn house
Stack crack and lay back,
and just laugh at droughts
And issue work for half and
just grab that south
For real, nigga,
Weezy Wee' tryin' to shine
From daybreak to nightfall
I'm gon' grind
grams to ounces to
quarters to halves to ki's
Takes seconds to minutes to
hours to days and to weeks
Gotta grind, work, hustle,
struggle, and get it
Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it
And I flight everyday and night
from the corner to the avenue
And I'll sleep next week, man,
I got yay, dope, and crack to move
Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop,
I ain't got a bag to lose
Especially if I don't like who sent 'em
to me and I'm a tax a dude
Duck the Feds and drama like I
duck my baby momma
Sometimes I play it sour - what
you thought was yay was flour
I pull whatever for the cheddar,
nigga gotta flash and floss
Drought come around,
then it's jack the cost or jack the boss
Cock the gun,
then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun
All day I hung the block,
I see the cops and run
I'm tryin' to get rich 'cause
I wan' shine
You can find me on the block,
nigga, all the time