Used 2 lyrics - lil wayne

 I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi

I used to walk a thin line, now I'm walking chin high

I used to fuck and get tired, now I fuck her ten times

She used to make me dick rise, now she make me ribeyes

She used to make me six-nine, now she make her friend try

She used to make me love her, now she make me realize

It's money over bitches 'till the day I dizz-ie

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side

I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies

Find out where he reside and find out where he hide

Run up in that bitch like, "Hey," pop-pop-pop, peace sign

Percocet, Promethazine, you can call me P-Rod

Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile

You goin' at my slime then you're going at me, slime

Your blood all over the scene, it look like red cheap wine

I'm smoking on a key lime, you look like tea time

Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes

Shoot ya in ya head, give ya ass three eyes

And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5

I remember you, I was never into you

I tell my shooters, shoot you and whoever resemble you

And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you

They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dentures loose

Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth

Safe code now nigga, cough it up or spit it out

Oh my God I'm flipping out, flipping out then dipping out

I tried to turn the fuckin' page, oh my God, I ripped it out

I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side

I feel like Ivan Drago, lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth

But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

I used to know you niggas, I don't know you niggas

I just ignore you niggas, I don't bro you niggas

With my bros will smoke you niggas, like we grow you niggas

Kill your ho too nigga, and your go-to niggas

I've been riding 'round the city with the safety off

Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll

You niggas bitches and it's pissing all the ladies off

My finger sitting on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy

If there was beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on

Put his words on the plate, that nigga ate 'em all

And I ain't wit' the talking, but damn now he talking

Nigga spilled the beans, damn, now it's coffee

Looking for your pussy ass like I got a warrant

I throw on the ski mask, that's a private party

Bullets jumping off your ass like they shock absorbant

Rock your bells, LL, nigga locked and loaded

I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side

I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

Yeah run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth

But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes

Used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side

I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth

But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

Mulah, baby

And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5

I still don't know today

Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident

I still... I just don't.... I.... I be wanting to ask him but I never asked him after all these years

Was that a accident or did he... or was he playing with the gun

So I never really found out about what

You know what happ-... what really happened with him and that shooting