Ah hmmm hmmmm
Hmmmm Hmmm
When I say I don't give a fuck
I mean that yeah
?? brains is getting bust
I didn't say that yeah
If a shipment was comin in
I need a ?? wodie
I need a sixty-forty nigga
And no chargin' that wodie
You done heard about Michael Jackson
And shiggidy shit
But you ain't never heard about me
When i'm flissin a bitch
Niggas shoulders gettin knocked
Clean off of they head
See that red dot comin from
Me and my girlfriend
Cause I wants mine
I needs mine
And i'm about to get mine
At these times
Look lil' daddy
You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas
You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya
Look, I make a phone call to the big dog
Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all
Even though a nigga rich and i rock ice
I still bust a nigga head on the block aright
It's enemy turf that i'm on
So i'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calicoe
My lil' brother Weezy
My big brother Juvi
Four hit the blocks
Strapped up with the Uzis
What, What, La
Gun for gun
Eye for eye
Better move yo' wife and son
'Cause i ride or die
Cashmoney Hot Boy
Bless me when i'm gone
But until then load up the chrome cause it's on
I been bout it
Put a ??????
I drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock and make 'em flip
And i be full of that trash
i be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast
Watch the bullets chop off the head
And make 'em fall in the grass
One move they all die
Lil' Weezy small frie
Guerilla when it's war time
Y'all better learn
When this nigga shoot it'll be all hell
Well then let 'em burn
????????????????
Seven churn and i be damn if i let 'em go
If i don't get my dough
Then hell will be all blowin'
'Till i R.I.P CMR i be
I put it down for all my peeps
Nigga, i'm HB for real
All i know is the streets
And how to strap up
When it's time shoot it
Cock yo' heaters
Tie up yo' bags
It's time to do it
Blaze the blunt
Shut off the lights
And cut down the music
Roll down the windows
Turn the corner
And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr
If ya don't know now
Then ya never will learn
You ca play with Lil' Wayne
And yo' block get burned
You must love to go swimmin
Cause tha water gets deeper
See i bust you wide open
And take 'ya daughter with me
Here come the beat boy
Shoot out the street lights
Time to bring on the heat boy
If you ain't really wit it
Then you better get back
I open yo' chest
And make it look just like a wet cat
This is a death trap
i'ma a guerilla and i mean it
leave ya' head still in a beanin'
?? on the semen
Calicoe steamin'
Red dot beamin'
Dressed up suspicious
Play with lil' Weezy you'll be ?? for the vicious
Enemy Turf
Time to strap up
(Juvenile)
Ah hmmm hmmmm
Hmmmm Hmmm
Verse 1 (Juvenile)
When I say I don't give a fuck
I mean that yeah
Niggaz brains is gettin bust
I didn't say that yeah
If a shipment was comin in
I need a haul of dat wodie
I need a sixty-forty nigga
And no chargin' that wodie
You done heard about Michael Jackson
And shiggidy shit
But you ain't never heard about me
When i'm flissin a bitch
Niggas shoulders gettin knocked
Clean off of they head
See that red dot comin from
Me and my girlfriend
Cause I wants mine
I needs mine
And i'm about to get mine
At these times
Look lil' daddy
You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas
You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya
Look, I make a phone call to the big dog
Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all
Even though a nigga rich and i rock ice
I still bust a nigga head on the block aright
(Chorus)2x (Juvenile Lil' Wayne)
(Juvenile)
It's enemy turf that i'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy
(Lil' Wayne)
My big brother Juvi
Both hit tha blocks
Strapped up with the Uzis
Verse 2 (Lil' Wayne)
What, What, La
Gun for gun
Eye for eye
Better move yo' wife and son
Cause I ride or die
Cash Money Hot Boy
Bless me when i'm gone
But until then load up the chrome cause it's on
I been bout it
Put a boot up in my lip and put my dirty up in a clip
I drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock and make 'em flip
And I be full of that trash
I be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast
Watch the bullets chop off the head
And make 'em fall in the grass
One move they all die
Lil' Weezy small fry
Guerilla when it's war time
Y'all better learn
When this nigga shoot it'll be all hell
Well then let 'em burn
Hold 'em fo' ransom, hear me smart boy
Seven churn and i be damn if i let 'em go
If i don't get my dough
Then hell will be all blowin'
Til I R.I.P., C.M.B. I be
I put it down for all my peeps
Nigga, I'm H.B. for real
(Chorus)2x
Verse 3
All i know is the streets
And how to strap up
When it's time shoot it
Cock yo' heaters
Tie up yo' bags
It's time to do it
Blaze the blunt
Shut off the lights
And cut down the music
Roll down the windows
Turn the corner
And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr
If ya don't know now
Then ya never will learn
You ca play with Lil' Wayne
And yo' block get burned
You must love to go swimmin
Cause tha water gets deeper
See i bust you wide open
And take 'ya daughter with me
Here come the beat boy
Shoot out the street lights
Time to bring on the heat boy
If you ain't really wit it
Then you better get back
I open yo' chest
And make it look just like a wet cat
This is a death trap
I'ma a guerilla and I mean it
leave ya' head still in a beanin'
Lyin' on the cement
Calicoe steamin'
Red dot beamin'
Dressed up suspicious
Play wit Lil' Weezy, you'll be dinner for tha fishes
(Chorus)2x
Enemy Turf
Time to strap up
What
Yess! What it look like Alc, tryin to show the niggas man
It's that Street Fam man, we rep that
Loso, Street fi-di-di-di-dam yess!
I'm with (101) niggas, we (dalmation doggy) b (yess)
And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy leap (come on)
Kermit, you better think before you ribbit
Don't get murdered over your song, before you ad-lib it
I pop up like (Xzibit), but given I'm at your crib it's (yeah)
Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (nah)
Fuck getting your (ride pimped), you'll get hog-tied wimp
Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (ha ha ha)
It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (what you think?)
'Cause your boy just stay above the game
They trying to tag him, spray a brother frame
But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another name (go 'head, go 'head)
Take this family for a joke, play them (Wayan brother) games
And (Ima Git You Sucka), I be schemin' with this (Keenan) (that's right)
Aimin with this (Damon), I'm putting that (Major Payne) in
My lil' man is on ya, (Marlon and Shawn) ya (yeah)
Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lesagne (whoo!)
40. Cal fettuccine, trey pound pasta
You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian nigga
You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (yess)
I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (yess)
The drop top, they say it's (Ocean Drive) inspired
So you can (Call A Cab), once your bitch falls for Fab
Uhh, I get money like a muhfucker
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Oww I'm gettin money like a muhfucka
Yeeaah, money you ain't never see
Yeeaah, I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Mr. HD, high definition
That's how I'm comin' at you niggas ya digg
It's Santana Ay! Hahaa
I'm on the grind 'til the police come (yeah)
With that pistol on my side boy, don't be dumb
Or, I let that semi twirl ya (get 'em)
Now you can follow the drip
'Cause one shot outta the clip'll jerry curl ya (oooh)
Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants
Or get opened up like presents, please
My young boys wildin for respect
Slit your throat have you smiling with your neck, say cheese
My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter (yep)
My wrist look like fro-zen polar spring water (damn!)
So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you think you messing with? (who)
I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (eeuw)
Haven't you all heard? (what?) Y'all all herbs (yep)
I stick toothpicks (where) in y'all hors d'oeuvres
(Listen) I'm a shark y'all just koi fish
(What else?) octopus (what else?) oysters (haa)
Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now (yeah)
I have her lick me up, (up) and then wipe me down (down)
She told me youse a nag, youse a bug (damn)
She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (damn)
She told me you be be beasting, you be checking for the burns
So I gave her knee-pads for the rug (haa)
It's skull gang from the chain or the lifestyle
You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally
Uh huh uh huh uh huh, check me out
Get you 3,4 get you
Like the number after 1, I'ma get me 2
It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby
My money don't folds nor bends
Mercedes Maybach, grey-black
And I got a 44. and a 'K, like 8 stacks
Fuck your city and your town, I state facts
Take that, no better yet like Diddy "take that"
Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax
Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen
Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don
And after mine there will be nine, damn I mean there will be none
I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt, you've ever seen
Or heard, Car-ter, hov-er, y'all scared, not me
Not I, call me young Popeye
Tell Bruno I'm a noo-no, I bring ral to your fune
Damn I mean funeral, funeral
You say tomato, I say tomato
You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em
Man you better keep paying me, 'cause you don't want my problems
I be wildin like (Capital One "What is in your wallet?")
You fly, but what is it to pilot?
Weezy I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom
Huuh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass
[DJ Drama]
(Dramatic Nigga)
[Drake]
Uh, well alright, here I go
I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he smoke
But i don't need my vocal chords all i hit is C notes
N.E.R.D flow i spaz if I'm prevoke
I'm bout to change the fucking game, pass the remote.
Money is everything, and it's every other thing
I'm part of the choir and its the motto that my brother sing
Cash is the right now, women are post game
MoneyOverBitches dot com check the domain
It's coming too soon, album on the way
People ask me if i pray, i say yeah once in a blue moon
Oops, i mean a red moon, i did it again to 'em
Let me leave the station for your blood affiliation
I say heavy metaphors, flow so overweight
I could rap around these other youngin's like a cobra snake
Frostbite drizzy nigga, nobody is cold as drake
Keep yo ass inline, don't be tryin' to roller skate
Fuck all the discrete shit, i get on some peep shit
I am 21, tell me who do i compete with
I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin hood love
And i aint even talkin street shit
Young angel, young lie and im done tryin
I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' cause im buyin'
It's on me, everything is on me
And my girl is still down like shes fucking John B
And when i go dumb, i tend to do dumb shit
I just listen back and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet
This for all the strippers cause i know they gonna bump it
Tell her back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it
Ain't no pistols here, yo money will disappear
My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year
Tax, brackets and back and forth faxes
My money come in full circle, get up on my axis
Maybe I'mma kill 'em only cause i promised
They think I'm bein' cocky but I'm only being honest
I'm swallowin' the goose, got a model getting loose
And i never party less, i got some bottles and a booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this
I'm just havin' patience cause i want it to make sense
White cup, orange pop, Tennessee state shit
Drop a 4 in it and appreciate the greatness
[DJ Drama]
(Gangtsa, gangsta, gangsta.
I just want y'all to remember,
This is the first mixtape you bump,
While you have a black president.)
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah.
Come on, pass the dro.
I am such a beast, and you can ask them hoes.
And they might even say you should leave me alone.
Their only scared.
Cause it gets like me.
Stunting is a habit, I get it from my daddy.
Just like Shaggy, I told that Boombastic.
Im a rude bastard.
I dont give a fuck about y'all.
I aint talking marbles, you can pluck my balls.
And yes I am falling, but up I fall.
And if your bitch in heat, she can fuck my dog.
I went from penny pinchin' to private planes.
Never sat on any benches, I got in games.
Starter Carter, ball harder.
Ten girls, pent house suite, y'all order
Whatever y'all please.
Wine, crackers, and cheese.
They take off their clothes and put on my tees.
The supplement Im taking got me feeling mighty
my gun and money dont split, call that shit Siamese.
Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze.
Your girl bless me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze.
Cheap ass apartment, just the kitchen I need.
And eighteen Gs is why the chicken crossed the street.
What you know about it? My nigga so about it.
If we kill everybody, they can go to court about it.
Weezy. I ignore the liars.
Baby, I ignite the fire.
I am Michael, Michael Myers; leave your body in the dryer.
Got the shotty on the side of me.
My bad boys follow me.
Im a bad boy, obviously.
Pop one at your ivy league.
I dont have a rivalry.
If so, you have a cosulty.
Oops, I meant a casualty.
Oops, I meant catasrophe.
Oops, I meant actually, you niggas is just ass to me,
And big, wet, pussy is more like what Im rathering.
Welcome to the gathering.
Welcome to the burying.
Or I hang you on the wall like an art gallery.
You got short salary.
and I got long money.
I got cash money.
I got young money.
Bitch.
[DJ Drama]
(See, I told y'all it was going to be worth the wait, right?)
[Lil Wayne]
Okay, you ain?t know shit
It?s Weezy F baby like a newborn bitch
You ain?t know shit
I put your girl to work now, here?s a uniform bitch
Pimpin? over here and I ain?t Santa Clause
But yeah, I make it rain dear
Money out the ass
Yeah, money out the rear
Weezy at the plate
I could bunt it out of here safe as a motherfucker
Ain?t no safety button on this motherfucker
Where the safe motherfucker?
That?s the case, Doc the judge
Weezy F the ample fury
Hang 12 witnesses
That?s what I call a hung jury
Brung Jerry Bling Bling
I made that but I don?t even say that
As much as [unverified] say that
That?s way back
Boy you should catch up
It must of been mine, theys
Long hair, pretty eyes
Light skin, fine legs
Phat ass, skinny stomach
Pretty feet, pretty woman
Walking down the street
?Cause I put her out my jeep
I don?t save ?em, I slave ?em
They want Weezy F
I bad grade ?em, I don?t degrade ?em
I serenade ?em
100 on the chest, 100 on the arm
Rings so thick I can?t even make a fist
Nigga, fuck how you do it
?Cause I do it like this
Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
And every time I do it I do my thang
Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
And every time I do it I do my thang
Kunta Kinte on my shit, nigga
Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
I?m in the garden sellin? fruit to sinners
Like apples to Shaq, hey big spender
And do remember just like Brenda
2 grand still get ya four and a baby
I?ma kill ?em when I drop like I?m holdin? a baby
Weezy F
The F is for don?t forget the baby
And bitch, I?ve been hot
But you don?t know me from Satan
And if you?re Manning up
You better show me you?re Peyton
But you pussies ain?t ballin?, no sir
Not lathen?
Bricks get shipped , bricks get cut
Dr. Carter, Nip & Tuck
Yeah, but you could call me Wayne
But now watch me and my chain, gang
Yes, it?s me bitches
Deuce Bigalow on these he bitches
Flu flow
Flyer then Bird Coupe like a two door
What do you know?
I know the streets bitch
And this is my toilet
And you can eat shit
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out
?Cause I?m fly like flyers they passin? out
We mashin? out, we young Mula
I got that 12 gauge don?t make me 1 2 ya
3 4 5 train bitch, suwoop
If you ain?t on my train, bitch, cho cho
Like you got my dick in your mizouth
And I?ma do me, bitch, with you or without
Shit always right sometimes
And from the top everybody look 1?9
And I?m 2?much
The numbers don?t lie
And if they stop makin? Cadillac?s
I swear I?m gon? die
And if the weed man
Don?t have no more onions I?ma cry
And if yif was a piff then I?d rather drink wine
Shit, I?ma take my time
Now, am I crazy or just lazy?
?Cause I?m tired of ballin? darlin?
And I roll with my riders like it?s Harley party
And we roll with them choppers like it?s a Harley party
We are all dressed in red like it?s a scarlet party
I was ballin? in New Orleans way before the Charlotte Hornets
I?m an X man, bitch, I ain?t talkin? McCormick
Put the dirty dishes in the sank
No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, sasquash
No back talk, I act lost
But I bet that money find me
Your jewelry telling jokes
You got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds
I got them money problems
That Christopher Wallace
Fuck bitches, get money
Young money
Yo This Is The Dedication To The Bitches
To The Women ya Digg
A Bitch Is A Female Dog (Preach)
And They Say A Dog Is A Mens Best Friend
(We Men) Alright Now
So Ah I Just Wanna Say To All The Ladies
Um [laughs] What You Gotta Say [laughs]
Yea I Just Wanna Say To All The Ladies That We Love Ya'll
And All The Single Mothers Out There Keep Ya Head Up
When You Do What You Do You Do It Well
And Shout Out To My Mother she's A Wonderful Mother
And Everybody Else Mothers
And EveryBody In This Room Mothers
Shout Out To All Our Mothers Ya Digg
We Love All Ya'll Happy Mothers Day
Even When It Aint Without Ya'll We Wouldn't Be Here
YES!
That Was A beautiful Dedication Right There To The Women
(feat. Jay-Z)
[Intro - Lil Wayne]
I feel big, ya know what I mean
Like not, not big in the sense of weight
You know what I mean like gaining weight
Or, nothin' like that, like, COLOSSAL
Know what I mean like, uhhh (sigh)
I heard you were lookin' for me?
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hello
(Tell me where have you been?) Eheh, You know
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
They've been wondering why?) I know, eheh
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hey, Hello
(Tell me where have you been?) Shitt, you know
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
They've been wondering why?) Hahaha
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Yeah
To you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say "church!" I'ma need a suit
I'ma need a Coupe, I won't need a roof
Flyer then Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I got the flo, I'm tryna see the roof
Didn't wear a buttletproof, so I got shot and you can see the proof
Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to
God, not Beaver, neither you
Cause I'ma murder, Y kill O and even U
Man, I got Summer hatin' on me cause I'm hotter then the Sun
Got Spring hatin' on me cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hatin' on me cause I'm cooler than ya'll
And I would never, I would never, I would never fall
I'm been hated on by the seasons
So fuck ya'll for hatin' for no reason
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world and I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'! Hah!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'! Ha
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Yeah
I been in and out the bank bitch
While ya'll asshole niggas been on the same shit
I flush, and watch 'em go down the drain quick
Two words you never hear "Wayne Quit!"
Cause Wayne win, and they lose
I call 'em April babies, cause they fools
And when they snooze, We up!
Feet up like a, Parap-liguck
Or, paraplegic? I parallel park
In that red and yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from Colli' Park, but I'm from Holleygrove
Now all my bloods scream "soo woop! and Dadda-do!"
I know my role, and I play it well
And I wear it well, on my libra scale
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy leave it there
Long hair dont even care
[Chorus - Jay-Z]
Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'!
[Verse 3 - Jay-Z]
Shyea
I'm right here, in my chair
With my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share
Mic time with my air
Young Carter, go farther
Go further, go harder
Is that not why we came?
And if not, then why bother?
Show no mercy to Marcy, ya loggers
Far from being the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's been mentioned with the Martyrs
The Biggie's and the Pac's, and the Marley's and the Marcus'
Garvey, got me a molitov cocktail
Flow,if you box well, can't stop the blows
Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room
The Dopebwoyy just came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-
Pilot, where guys just, stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, that's right, pluriel
I took so much change from this Rap game it's your go
Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne]
It's my go, yeah
And I'ma go so opposite of soft
Off the rickter, heckter
Camacho Man Savage, far from average
Above Satus-
quo,Flow, so, pro
I know, I ride slow and when I pass
They say "Whaddup killa man?" Stop bringing up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy Baby!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) Amen
(Tell me where have you been?) Yeah
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
They've been wondering why?) Haha
(Hey Mr. Carter) Amen
(Tell me where have you been?) Hova!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Weezy
They've been wondering why?) Baby!
(Choir - Fade to finish)
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hahaha
(Tell me where have you been?) I been hustlin'
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Hustlin' hard
They've been wondering why?) Chyeaa
[Outro - Lil Wayne]
And I swear to everything, when I leave this earth
It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in this dirt
And you can try me fucker, but when I squeeze it hurt
Ahh, we'll lose two lives, yours and mine
Gimme any amount of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve
At the Funeral Parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve
Yo yo public service anouncment man
It's your boy- Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "fuckin'"
And uhh this is a public service announcement to all the DJ's
And the mixtape Dj's and the mixtape community
I just want to clear it- I have no problem with nobody
Understand me? especially not a DJ
I know if nobody fuckin' know,
You made my muthafuckin ass so I ain't trippin'
It's just that when these fake-ass dj's
And fake-ass mixtape dj's
Go to makin' shit that I know real mixtape dj's get pissed off about
They fuck themselves cause they be like
Thats the niggas that's pissin' wayne off cause
That's the niggas that doin' it all wrong
But you know what? I ain't trippin' on them niggas neither
Cause all they want to do is hear good music at the end of the day
Cause if it was whack, they wouldn't be puttin' it out
Hehe, so I appreciate all you niggas
And everybody else who put it out any kind of was you can
Cause if I was you, I would to
Dedication 3
(feat. Static Major, Kanye West)
[Lil Wayne - Intro]
Uh-huh...No homo (Young Mula, baby...)
I say he so sweet, make her wanna lick the rapper...
Remix, baby!
[Kanye West]
Lollipop, lollipop
Breasts is just like Dolly Parton
She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top
That hit the spot, cause she ask
"How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take 'til she get to shop?"
Don't worry why my wrist got so freeze
Tell her, "Girl, like Doritos, that's (na-cho cheese)"
Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin to (Lay)
I cain't (only have one) and I ain't tryin to wait"
This a song Lil Wayne, say you know it's gonna melt
Butchu ain't finna murder me like everybody else
I'ma rap like I got some type of respect for myself
I don't do it for my health, man I do it for the belt
Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt
Hunnid degrees, drop the roof, so the Coupe don't melt
Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help
We need fo' mo' hoes, we need ohh-ohh-OH-OHHH!!
You know what it is when we're outta town
We ball in two seats, and you out of booooounds
So come here baby guuurrrrl
You now fuckin wit the best in the woooooooooooooooooorld...
Lollipop-pop...
The best in the woooo-oooOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD...
(Sh-sh-she lick me like a lollipop..)
(She-she lick me like a lollipop..)
Woooorld...woooorld...
[Chorus 2X: Static Major]
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug...
Bottles in the club, club club...
Shawty wanna hump, you know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps...
[Lil Wayne]
Shawty say she wanna lick the rapper..
And she gonna lick the rapper
And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor
I (Anita Bake) her, now she caught up in that (Rapture)
I got so much chips, I swear they call me Hewlett Packard
I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker
Greedy mutha-fudge cakes, now tell me how dat fudge taste
I do it for Bloods' sake, suu-woo think it's voodoo
How that roof do di-di-dissipate, your girl wants to participate
She so-so-sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain
And then my diamonds are in the choir, because they sang from off my chain
And my hood just joined the gang, because, all (she) do is (bang)!
Like Ricky Martin; Wayne and Kanye - pick your poison
If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment
Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-can't-make-an-appointment
Take my lollipop and enjoy it - remix!
[Chorus 2X w/ ad-libs]
[Lil Wayne]
Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie
In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building
I flushed out the feeling of, me bein the shit
'cause I was leavin skid marks on, ev'rywhere I sit
I am everywhere, I'm it like, Hide-n-Go
And I can go anywhere, innie, minnie, miney, mo
I'm in yo', neighborhood area, CD thang, tape deck
IPod, ya gurlfriend and she say I got great sex
Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex
'cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text
Heh-heh, so wrap it up
Bu-bu-but, he's so sweet sh-she wanna lick the rapper
[Chorus]
(RE-RE-RE-REMIX, BA-BAY!!)
[Static Major - Outro]
Lick me like a lollipop...(lollipop...)
She-she lick me like a lollipop...(lollipop...)
Sh-sh-she lick me like a lollipop...(lollipop...)
I said he's so sweet
Make her wanna lick the rapper
So I let her lick the rapper
Shawty said l-l-lick like a lollipop
She said l-l-lick like a lollipop
Shawty said l-l-like a lollipop
She said like a lollipop
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And oh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
She wanna lick the rapper
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And ooh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
C'mon, yeah
Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine
She even wear her hair down her back like mine
I make her feel right when it's wrong like lyin?
Man, she ain?t never had a love like mine
But man I ain?t never seen an ass like hers
That pussy in my mouth had me at a loss for words
I told her to back it up like burp burp
And make that ass jump like shczerp shczerp
And that?s when she said I'm lick like a lollipop
(Oh yeah I like that)
She said l-l-lick like a lollipop
(Oh yeah I like that)
She said lick like a lollipop
(Oh yeah I like that)
Shawty said like a lollipop
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And ooh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Shawty wanna hump
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And oh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Get up, like you make it up, don't stop
Drop it shawty, drop it like it's hot
Drop, dr-dr-drop it like it's hot
Do it shawty, don't stop
Shawty said the nigga that she with ain?t shit
Shawty said the nigga that she with ain?t this
Shawty said the nigga that she with can't hit
But shawty I'ma hit it, hit it like I can't miss
And he can?t do this, and he don?t do that
Shawty needa a refund need to bring that nigga back
Just like a refund I make her bring that ass back
And she bring that ass back, because I like that
Shawty wanna thug
(Yeah I like that)
Bottles in the club
(Yeah I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
And oh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Shawty wanna l-l-lick like a lollipop
Shawty said I'm l-l-like a lollipop
She said I'm l-l-like a lollipop
So I let her lick the rapper, like a lollipop
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And ooh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Call me so I can make it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so so I can get it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so so I can make it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so so so I can get it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so I can make it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so so I can get it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so I can make it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so I can get it juicy fo ya
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And oh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
I get her on top she drop it like it's hot
And when I'm at the bottom she Hillary Rodham
The middle of the bed givin' gettin' head
Givin' gettin' head, givin' gettin' head
I said mmm I like that
Said mmm yeah I like that
I said mmm yeah I like that
Mmm hmm
Call me so I can come and do it fo ya
Call me so I can come and prove it fo ya
Call me so I can make it juicy fo ya
Call me so I can get it juicy fo ya
Shawty wanna l-l-lick me like a lollipop
She said I'm like a lollipop
Saying he's so sweet
Make her wanna lick the rapper
What'd she do?
Yeah, I see you baby girl
I?ma kill these niggas man, yeah
Straight off the block with it
Eagle Street to be specific
I'm peepin? at you people different
I pay my dues, you keep the difference
I can see the end and the beginnin?
So I'm not racin?, I?m just sprintin?
?Cause I don't wanna finish
They diminish, I replenish
Scientific, I?m out this world hoe
I wear bright red like a girl toe
No homo, finger nails dirty
I think I'm dirty money since 12:30 am
Wave them if they sure take them
Right back and spray him amen
Yeah, I just do my Wayne
And ev?ry time I do it I do my thang
Yeah, believe that like a true story
Rims big, make the car look like it's two stories
If I hop out that?ll be suicide
No backseats, call that paralyze
I don't have a spine, I don't fantasize
I mastermind, then go after mine
You see I handle mine, I dismantle mine
I told her toolbox, bitch it's Hammertime
So excuse me as I nail 'em to something
And just repeal 'em, I'm a kill ?em
Someone tell 'em, I'm a kill ?em
I'ma feel his mother's mama can't tell 'em
And the doctors can't heal ?em, I?ma kill ?em
And yeah, we sell ?em, I know you smell ?em
If you want it, you can just yell it
And I be in the morning at your tele?
Whole ki go a twenty
Half a ki go for eleven
After me there will be nothing
I Am Legend and I Will Smith
Now that?s how you let the beat build bitch
That?s how you let the beat build bitch
Now that?s how you let the beat build bitch
Let the beat build bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the beat go boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
It goes boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
Now say, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, just a snare in the 808
Weezy baby on the mic, he awake
Okay I?d like to thank Kanye
And my nigga Deezle for giving me this diesel
Like a F-350 tank never empty
Damn everybody in the bank act friendly
Used to think my shit didn?t stank, boy was I wrong
Approving million dollar deals from my iPhone
I?ma take it 1, 2 way back
Like a silk wife beater and a wave cap
Or the wave pool at Blue Bayou
And I waved fool as I blew by you
Hello, hi you, I can buy you
But I wouldn't try you, feed you to pyru
I know what I?m doing, I sure improved
Show improvement and I know just to go into it
Could never amount to going through it
Whatever, how you want to do it, we can do it like we late
Ay wait, Deezle let me just get the 808
As I hit the kill switch
Now that?s how you let the beat build bitch
That?s how you let the beat build bitch
That?s how you let the beat build bitch
Let the beat build bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the beat go boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
It go boom, ba-boom, boom
The beat go boom, ba-boom, boom
Now everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah
I am the best rapper alive
I am the best rapper alive
And I will eat you alive
Think I?m lying
Damn, I?ma get in the niggas chest like bunch a phlegm
Like a fuckin? ram, I?ma hunt for the lamb
I?m a dump ?em man, in a dumpster can
You ain?t a soldier, ask Uncle Sam, hair nappy like Pam
Nigga, fuck your plan, fuck your man
You ain?t a pimp unless you get the same bitch
To fuck your man and fuck your clan
And all my bitches know that?s my plan
Oh, goddamn, there?s my sound
Po playin? like that?s my band, gotta get it cleared
Suck my dick with red lipstick and don?t let it smear
And I got a lot of tattoos and I meant every tear
And I?m still on that street shit, back to the beat bitch
That?s how you let the beat build bitch
Now that?s how you let the beat build bitch
Let the beat build, we say yeah, yeah, yeah
And the beat go boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
It go boom, ba-boom, boom
The beat go boom, ba-boom, boom
Now everybody say yeah
And the beat go boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
It go boom, ba-boom, boom
The beat go boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
David, David, David, David, David Banner
Sittin' in the Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her Daddy
Hip hop addict, hip hop addict
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries
Fuck me, I'm all about Oui like Paris
Hilton Presidential Suite already
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a lion like her daddy
I'm am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like Lil' Webbie and Randy
Oscar De La Hoya, box you like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin'
See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes apparently
Apparent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her you kill me and nigga I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
4 tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride
Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kiss
First some hyphee, thump it like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit, I?ll be ballin' like a Piston
Boy, and did I mention I fly like a pigeon
Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin'
I'm 9 under par in the Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream but the bottle's Caviar
Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin'
You told me sip this then call me in the morning
And I vow I never trust another one
In my life and then I got horny
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch
You know a nigga been home honey
Money fuckin' retarded, called it down syndrome money
My cake sick shit, been diagnosed sickle cell brain
My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing Sing or way down to Comstock
These bitches call me bling king, I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass
They movin' on a nigga as I walk through the valley, ready?
And zoom in with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you nigga's can't believe
Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive
Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet
I hope you nigga's know just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper, nigga's know I'm handlin' my biz
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
I'm in love with a beauty
She is a cutie
Somebody say they saw us kissin' in da movies
We had a drink or two
We saw Rush Hour Two
Then we went home and we made our own movie
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine
Like OoOoOo it's goin' down in dis bitch
Like a boxer in the first round in dis bitch
1-800 I would dicky down in dis bitch
Uptown in dis bitch don't make a sound in dis shhhhh
Now let me whisper in ya ear every single word your little ear wanna hear
Flip ya body over have no fear
Can I put my tongue here until you tear?
Cry baby cry baby suck ya momma titty
You know I like dem old I might have yo momma with me
I like your girlfriend and your girlfriendses
Honor my pole like a flag on da end bitch
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine
i say ohh girl i love you so
oh ohh girl i love you so sike
but i don give a fuck about a dog ass hoe
but i dont give a fuck about a dog ass hoe
pop these pills take take this glass
pop pop that pussy shake shake that ass
and if ur pussy stank girl u kno u better dush it
ur nast girl now wash dat stanky funky funky pussy bitchhhh
stop talkin that shit and suck a nigga dick for an outfit ha
and "I wear my pants below my waist and
i never dance when im this place cuz you and your man
be planning to hate im so hooddd"
and she likes it and when we fuck im keepin on my nikes
ill tear dat pussy up ill tear dat pussy up
ima good looking rapper i aint tryna front
ohhh she pussy poppin on a handstand
and im the camera man
cut, check the gates
wait, why wait?
when i can, just bend you over and do what i told ya
do what i wanna, do what i wanna
ya heard me, i gotta lie like ?? and now every once in a while her knees jerk
she forgets how to walk i better teach her
i got her walkin funny just tell em that your feet hurt
you'll prolly see her on one of my t-shirts
i super soak a hoe skeet skeet skeet squirt
but dont worry cause if yall are like swingers
hey im high over features
haha new single, oh so now you single
Where's my coffee?
Good morning, Dr. Carter
Hey sweetie, looks like it?s going to be a long day
Ah, another one uh, what we got?
Your first patient, yeah, is suffering from a lack of concept
Uh huh, originality, ugh, his flow is weak
Another one and he has no style, ugh
What?cha got for ?um?
Okay, let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on
Dr. Carter, to the rescue, excuse me if I'm late
But like a thief it takes time to be this great
Ha, so just wait
Your style is a disgrace, your rhymes are fifth place
And I?m just grace, one, uno, ace
And I?m tryin? to make your heart beat like bass
But you?re sweet like cake
And I come to fix whatever you shall break
Where is your originality, you are so fake
So picture me like a gallery, capture what I say
All I need is one mic, all I need is one take
Like hey, brighter then the sun ray
Got a pistol on the playground, watch the gunplay
Like, no kidding, no kids in the way
But the kids do watch, gotta watch what we say
Gotta work everyday, gotta not be cliché
Gotta stand out like André 3K, gotta kick it, kick it like the sensei
You gotta have faith, you gotta, gotta wait, wait
I think I, think I lost him
Dial 118 please
Good afternoon Dr. Carter, nurse
I don't know about this one, his confidence is down
Vocab and metaphors needs work and he got no respect for the game
Ah, let me see, you think you can save him?
Okay, respect is in the heart, so that?s where I'ma start
And a lot of heart patients don't make it
Now hey kid plural, I graduated
?Cause you could get through anything if Magic made it
And that was called recycling or re-reciting something
?Cause you just like it, so you say it just like it
Some say it?s biting but I say it?s enlightening
Besides Dr. Kanye West is one of the brightest
And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest
And Dr. Jeezy can fix your back up the nicest
Arthritis in my hand from writing
But I?ma doctor they don't understand my writing
So I stop writing, now I?m like lighting
And you ain't Vince Young so don't clash with the Titan
Fast and exciting and my passion is frightening
Now, let me put some more vocab in your I.V.
Here, take this Vicodin, like it and love it
And confidence has no budget
So pay me no mind, I don't walk like I talk it ?cause I?m running
I don't do it ?cause I done it and I'm in the emergency on it
Goddammit, I?ve lost another one
Good evening Dr. Carter, it?s been a long day
But this one looks much better then the others
His respect is back up, concepts sound good
His style is showing strong signs of improvement
All he needs now is some swagger
Okay, let me take my gloves off then
Swagger tighter than a yeast infection
Fly go hard like geese, erection
Fashion patrol, police protection
I stay tight like Chinese connection
I stay tight like pussy at night
Baby, don't get me wrong, I could do that pussy right
But I?m too wrong to write, too fresh to fight
Too paid to freestyle, too paid to freestyle
I had to say it twice, swagger so nice
And don't ask me shit unless it concern a price
And I don't rap fast, I rap slow ?cause I mean every letter
In the words in the sentence of my quotes
Swap it just flow sweeter then honey oats
That swagger I got it, I wear it like a coat
Wait as I put the light down his throat
I can only see flow, his blood starting to flow
His lungs starting to grow
This one starting to show strong signs of life
Where?s the stitches? Here?s the knife
I smack his face, his eyes open, I reply with a night
Welcome back hip hop, I saved your life
He looks good, his vitals are up
He's looking good, he's looking good
I think we got one
Dr. Carter, I think we got one
Yep, yep, we got one
We saved him, he's good, he's good
We got one, he's good
(A milli, a milli, a milli)
I?ma millionaire
I?m a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn?t fair
I?ma venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind
Cuz I don?t write shit cuz I ain?t got time
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mothafucker a copper
Got da Maserati dancin? on the bridge pussy poppin?
Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can?t catch ?em, you can?t stop ?em
I go by them goon rules if you can?t beat ?em then you prop ?em
You cant man ?em then you mop ?em
You cant stand ?em then you drop ?em
You drop ?em cuz we pop ?em like Orville Redenbacher
Motherfucker I'm ill
A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrierre
Like smoke in the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini
Hopin' them crackers see me like, "Look at that bastard Weezy?
?He's a beast he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem"
Okay you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit
Call him Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want bitch
Call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private
Damn I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch
Yeah nigga, that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised, bitch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
And I'm o.k., but my watch sick
Yeah my drop sick
Yeah my glock sick
Am I not thick?
I'm it
Motherfucker I'm ill
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at?
Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil? Wayne
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame
Now who that wanna do that, boy you knew that chew that swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery
Even Gwen Stefani say she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker I say like face shit without me
Chrome lips pokin' out, the coupe look like it's poutin'
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Bitch, I will turn a crack rock into a mountain
Dare me
Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me, but they hear me
They don't feel me, but they fear me
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swang
He had hair like wool, like wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, hail mary no tale fairy
All real very, extraordinary
Perry mason facing, the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge, no gown no gavel
I'm a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, I would never?
Fucking fantastic, fuck if you agree I'm bright
But I don't give a fuck if you see me
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
So for those who understand meet Dwayne
For 8 and a half months I gave ms. cit da pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck em and we the same
So hello mothafucka you got some sheets to change
And ain't it funny how people change like easter sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my french emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
What are you asking, if I don't have the answer
It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula
But I know you don't understand, cause you thought lil wayne is weezy
But weezy is wayne
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don't let me be misunderstood
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy up there talking about black guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? america
You see one in every 100 americans are locked up
One in every 9 black americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money we spend on sending a mothafucka to jail
A young mothafucka to jail
Would be less to send his or her young ass to college
See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that
Our jails are populated with drug dealers, you know crack/cocaine stuff like that
Meaning due to the laws we have on crack/cocaine and regular cocaine
Police are only, I don't want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood
And you know the other thing is mostly found in you know where I'm going
But why bring a mothafucka to jail if it's not gon stand up in court
Cause this drug ain't that drug, you know level 3, level 4 drug, shit like that
I guess it's all a misunderstanding
I sit back and think, you know us young mothafuckas you know that 1 in 9
We probably only selling the crack cocaine because we in the hood
And it's not like in the suburbs, we don't have what you have
Why? I really don't wanna know the answer
I guess we just misunderstood hunh
You know we don't have room in the jail now for the real mothafuckas, the real criminals
Sex offenders, rapists serial killers
I've been through it all,
the fails, the falls.
I'm like niagra
but I got right back up like Viagra.
I am agriculture.
Swagger so mean, it might insult you.
Ha, I'm like an ultra vulture.
I fuck around and catapult ya.
Torch ya, thought ya
parents taught ya.
You guys is chocha, I'm gone.
Buenos Noches.
Flow, scorch ya.
And I don't even write.
No, author.
So, harder.
So, smarter.
All about a dollar,
like 4, quarters.
Oh, father.
Will tonight be my last?
And if so, make sure my kids see my cash,
and I know, I'm silent like an elbow cast.
And my future will be better than my past. Weezy!
You could love me or hate me,
I swear it won't make me or break me.
I'm goin where ever the money take me,
until they funeral and wake me, and don't wake me.
Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin',
I know that there's a better way cause I've seen it, lord,
but this faster money is so convenient.
And I need it, say I need it.
C.A.R.-T.E.R
I spit movies like a VCR.
I spit rounds like the Tiki bar.
And if I got beef, I'm the meat cleav-AR.
And I are, the illest n****r Martin Luther King died for,
and I write for.
Holly Grove one seven Eagle street,
and I'm higher than the eagle's feet,
but I believe in me.
Apple is the car street.
I am just an offspring.
Born in the ghetto, that's why I can't let go.
One call will have my dawgs on ya like an echo.
Baby, I am the real deal, no pickle.
Spit sickle-cell psycho.
I go, off like a mutha-f***** rifle.
And I'm from the underground baby like a pipe mole.
And I will stand tall like light poles until the light blows.
You could love me or hate me,
I swear it won't make me or break me.
I'm goin where ever the money take me,
until they funeral and wake me, and don't wake me.
Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin',
See I'm just hustlin', livin what I believe in dawg,
and it's a problem when our homies not eatin',
And I'm greedy, I'm greedy.
Share my blood, feed my family,
my flow will have to plead insanity.
So sick, I need grey's anatomy.
Acid, like a bust-open battery.
I'm cool like LA nights,
I'm tight like balet tights.
Ay Juelz, I swear the other day I pissed Crystal.
These bitches tryna kick it like Jun Tao.
I gotta watch my head in a battle,
I'm just tryna stay ahead of my shadow.
And I'm floatin like a boat and a paddle.
Alligators and rattlesnakes,
but I promised I would take a n****r off like a Saturday.
Got money to validate.
I'm icy like carrot cake.
Different color diamonds make me look like a salad plate.
I'm straight out the alley way,
it's the n****r you daddy hate.
Weezy F baby, great!
I know they love me, they hate me,
But I'm a G, it won't make me or break me.
And you could find me where ever the money place me,
until you ridin' to the late me, and don't wake me.
Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin',
And me and my lord got an agreement, y'all.
And so I thank him every day for my acheivements.
Now listen...lemme preach to 'em
Lemme show 'em why..w-w-what it take...
I ain't gonna say why I'm better than others,
'couse I ain't better than nobody, actually.
But lemme show 'em why I'm a lot different from everybody else.
Because...and what I mean by everybody else I mean everybody else that does what we does.
You know, this recordin' industry, music, thing.
What I do is, I don't go out to the clubs.
And when you do see me in the club, trust me, I have been paid to be there for those thirty minutes that you enjoyed with me.
I don't stay inside for nothin' couse my house is nice.
I don't just get in my cars and just ride around neighborhoods where no girls are at, because my car is nice.
I don't do that.
What I do is, I go to studio.
And I just stay in the studio.
See you have to understand the difference.
The difference between me and you is to you, this is your job.
To me, this is my life.
The club; that's my job.
The mall; that's my job.
Your neighborhood; that's my job.
This studio; this is my life.
This is what I do better than anything.
So why wouldn't I do this all the time?
See that's the difference between you and I
You get money and you get crazy.
I get crazy and I get money.
And the biggest difference between you and I is...
You love me and I hate you
What is it that I haven't done yet ahhh
Grammys, ahhh emi, ha angelina jolie, katie holmes, martha stewart, oprah winfrey
Mama blanco [laughs], sarah palin, (what we looking in her), Im at her next
Straight up Im at sarah palin next
I love a bitch who wear glasses
Bitch who keep them glasses straight on
Keep them bitches on while we cutting up
In that ?? (they better not fall off)
Bitch gonna come out tell ya bitch gonna come out
The next day get on the mike at the ahhh what they call
The debate that bitch gonna say
LIL WAYNE FOR PRESIDENT!! [laughs] LIL WAYNE, LIL WAYNE!!! [laughs]
Dont she blow the flute or something?
I'll be up there with the guitar she'd be up there with the flute
Talking bout DODODODODODO call me and I can make it juicy for ya!
YO
Whats popping
Hello world
As I usually say
Hee haa
My name is it's not important
Whats more important is
What I told you all
And what I told you all was
On the carter 1!!
And everything else I said, im the best rapper alive quote or unquote
Now you all believe me
Hee haa
And since so far the dedication has been in your life
The carter has been in your life
Gangsta grillz has been in your life
So the game has existed before us, but it was never the same after us
Hee haa
Don't you agree
Well, without furthur ado,
Im going to shut the fuck up
And we go again into this church
Dedication 3 baby
YE
[La the Darkman]
Yeahhh...
L.A.D.
I'm all about that cheese, swiss, mozerella
Monster, Kobe, American or cheddar
When it come to robbery
Nobody do it better
Notorious L.A.D.
Fresh Coogi sweater
The cleanest
Lyrics is the meanest
Understand my english
Nigga, I'm a Genious
Ice like a snow cone
Writin in my iPhone
Went from sellin' crack
To sellin' ringtones
Straight out the projects
To million dollar homes
Inside the Carter
Cookin' 36 zones
36 O's and I break them all down
In and out of every trap
All through the A-town
The Embassy A.M.G.
Young Money merger
I'm a Young Champ Like Ben Roethlisberger
S.S. Chevy with the big block engine
Rims and paint cost me a whole pension
[Jae Millz]
I don't need nothing but my niggas
And enough weed to go around
A ten ounce some grams and loaded pound
Fuck what another nigga think of me
I'm thinkin' multi-millions
He thinkin' G's
Nigga please
Get your mind right
Fuck tryna be fresh
Get your grind right
Cuz I'm Like
So in another league
I throw my pitches
At different degrees
And I
Wwril my pigskins
At different speeds
And I hit threes
Cuz at different times
I release
My shot cold
Nigga, I'm Hot
Don't be tight cuz you not
Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath
I'm the good, I'm the bad
I'm the devil, I'm Jesus
Its Young Money Bitch!
The game needs us
Gudda Gudda, What it is nigga
Kid-Kid Chi, Get it how you live nigga
My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealer ship
And Weezy just ripped the drop phantom so they feelin' sick
Diamond rings, Diamond chains
Royal Suites, Private planes
Palm trees, Big change
I can't complain
I made a promise to myself
That I'll never be have-not
Nigga Fuck being broke
Shit
Before that day come
I'll A.K. stamp ya
When there's beef
I'm in the centre like Tyson Chandler
Fuck what you heard
In the booth I goes off
Like the lights if you ain't payin
Its the third
And you already two months late with the bill
Clown nigga you's a lame
Bitch Nigga
I'm Millz!
Young Mullah
[Gudda Gudda]
If you didnt,now you know
Its the million dollar nigga
With the million dollar flow
Icicle chain
Got a million dollar glow
Quarter mill for the gang
If you tryna book a show
Templates on the bentley
Ridin' through the checks
Got a pocket full of money
Nigga, Hand on my tec
I'm demandin' respect
I'm a man to respect
Disrespect your man
Put my hand round his neck
Its no other than
Gudda Gudda man
Still bout my money
Nigga, Fuck another man
I'm on the paper chase
All about the hustle man
I be climbin' through your window
Like I'm fucking Broadmnan
Look I'm
Shady Aftermath
Put your head in a scope
A Bank roll with the bucks
Is what these young niggas killin' for
The game dirty
On the streets tryna deal Yayo
Fifty clips at his hat
Leave a peeled potatoe
[Lil Wayne]
I call my nina bay like San Diego
Get me twisted
I'm a turn into a tornado
And all my riders ridin' like a winabago
You stay
But I'm a let that A.K. go
Rawer than a qualo
Shoot you like Halo
Give ya ass a halo
These bitches walk around actin like they J.lo
Man, I remember when these bitches was just hey hoe
Hey hoe, how you doing?
Me?
I'm doing every fuckin thang
Smokin them dikes
I'm on that Mary fucking Jane
This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil Wayne
And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil Wayne
Haha
And bitch I'm greedy
But if I keep eatin you rappers
I'll get sugars diabities
Sweetie
I'm a different species
I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces
What the fuck do I be thinkin?
Kill, Kill, Murder
And Benjamin Franklin
Your girlfriend is into them gangstas
And me being a gangsta
I get into your girlfriend
I stay still when the world spins
And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman
You heard me
You heard him
Him being me
And we are better than
All y'all bitches, Niggas, Hoes
Enemies, Foes
Threes, Twos, Ones
But these dudes won
Aight, aight, aight, aight.
Hold up Drama, hold up Drama
That was easy, that was milk and cookies for me.
Milk and cookies!
Rest in peace Bernie Mac, man.
That was easy for me though Drama.
You know I do that all day.
Gimme that shit all them other niggas be frontin' on and shit
I'm sure my...I'm sure my...watch this, watch this.
D-three bitch!
[Verse 1:]
Yea yea uh huh
She said FUCK FENDI, but I think she was playin
I heard she move dem thangs
I think she fuckin Wayne
She call herself Lewinsky, dat mean she give him brain
She trynna be like Lil Kim, her picture looks da same
Y she ain't signed with G-Unit, she from Queens rite?
And wats her nationality, she chinese rite?
I mean she OK, but she ain't ALL DAT
She ain't da next bitch, tell dat bitch FALL BACK!
See I'm a hata, I go hard... listen let's begin
U kno her last name Minaj, she a lesbian
And she ain't neva comin out, look at currency
But every time she do a interview you kno I run to see
She get me so sick it make me vomit
Dats why I spend my time online leaving comments
And you kno dat I got some more haters with me
Might hit up thisis50, MTV, hit up BET
Tell 'em pretty pretty please don't play Nicki
[Chorus: x2]
Still I rise
Still I fight
Still I mite crack a smile
Keep my eyes on da prize, see my haters tell 'em HI!
One day u'll remeber dis
One day wen we reminese
Nuthin I do ever is, good enuff 4 da music biz
For you, for you
[Verse 2:]
Bitches is like crabs in a bucket
U c a bad bitch gettin shine, you should luv it
Cause everytime a door opens 4 me dat means you
Jus gotta a betta opportunity 2 do you
Dey don't understand dese labels look at numbas is statistics
I lose, you lose, mines jus legastic
Ne way, real bitches listen wen I'm speakin
Cause if nicki win, den all of ya'll gettin meetns (chyea)
Ask LA Reid, ask Jay
Den hit up Universal, see wat Sylvia Rhone say
Ask Craig Common, you can ask chris
Ladi wen your done, just salute bad bitch
Onli underground bitch around dats duckin da paparatzi
In & outta town, be swirvin da mazeratzi
Stay around da white like a nazi
Pussy pa-pa-poppin on my car so da cops see... BITCHES!
[Chorus: x2]
Still I rise
Still I fight
Still I mite crack a smile
Keep my eyes on da prize, see my haters tell 'em HI!
One day u'll remeber dis
One day wen we reminese
Nuthin I do ever is, gud enuff 4 da music biz
She's a Ryda
For Me
I don't know
If you've been told
All I know
Is that you've been warned
About My Girl
She's a killa
She's bad
Oh God.
Oh My,
She's a Ryda
& she ridin for me.
She's a ryda.
Riding for me.
Yea she'll ride it like a lady in a wheel chair.
Louie V. Purse on her arm yea she got it still there.
She gonna hold me down if the Feds come and get me.
& Imma make her fuck the judge for a lighter sentence
Yea the Devil Wears Prada Bitch and she riden for me you don't want problems bitch
She about it bitch and she keep it real and she owns two twin pumps like a pair of heels.
No Nicloe Richie no Paris Hilton just my gangsta boy spinnin like a ferris wheel.
Takin money and she bringin it home for me.nigga
Yea she a rider and she rydin for me.
Now I don't know
If you've been told.
But I know
Oh I know
That You've been warned about my girl
She's a killa
She's bad
Oh God
God Damn
She's a ryda
& she rydin for me.
She's a ryda
& she rydin for me.
Shawty hold da work fo me.
Shawty hold ma gun fo me.
Shawty take Daddy Dick
Shawty Never run from me.
Shawty know what I like.
But Shawty do it how I love it. [x2]
Shawty hold me down when all da bitches wasn't.
Shawty never argued bout bitch or nothin
Shawty know she numba one.
Fuck dem otha bitches numba.
She's a Ryda
& She Rydin with Me
Dedicationn 333333
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I feel like these motherfuckers better know me next
I realized I never loved h.o.e.s.
Full white top cup full of codeine mix
Still eat a couple rappers for my protein bitch
I'm on my so mean shit!
And you don't know me bitch
I do it for those who did it before me bitch
My goon is 'gon ride even with a slow leak bitch
And if we gettin chicken you get no piece bitchhh
Uhhh
Stunna man said kill 'em all
So still I know I'm a kill 'em all
Murder them pussy holes
I'm flyer than a butterfly doin' the tootsie roll
Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough
And it takes a lot of paper to book a show
You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know
I'm who they're looking to and who they're looking for
And numbers don't lieeee, lieeeeeeeeeee
Lieeeeeeeeeee
And numbers don't lieeee
Yeah, better hope your math is right
Take your body for a sacrifice
You see those flashin' lights
Welcome to after light
I put on for them bitches on on for them bitches
I put on for them bitches on on
I put onnnnnnnnnnn
[DJ Drama]
Young Money all stars on the way
Put the party in the bag now hand it over
[Lil Wayne]
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
See I ain't know you were gunna do this one.
Ight, Now you motherfuckers happy huh?
That's what y'all you been wantin' huh?
Okay, Okay,
Go ahead Drama
[DJ Drama]
See I don't wanna be the Mixtape king no more,
More like the Mixtape President,
Barak Odrama!
It was definitely time for change,
I mean the game been dry
So, I figured we going for re-election
So, Me and Wayne gon' keep runnin'
So y'all niggas can fly
[Lil Wayne]
This a big E beat,
And I'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat
Yeahh, hehe
You can get pork chopped,
Young money bitch
Let the champagne cork pop,
I will bat your man,
Now go tell her short stop
Okay bitch, You do the wop
Well bitch, I do the guap
Okay man, You do the drop
Well man, I do the yacht
You pull up in parking lots
I pull up the dock like
Yeahhh
Macaroni greens and hamhocks,
I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock,
Rock...
To my own tune,
Lil tune
My stomach hurtin'
My shit is dropping real soon
Kill whom and whoever for whatever
That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters
Now you spell it
I say Young Money bitch forever,
And we better than all these mothafuckas up in this era
Know'm talkin bout?
Yeah
I tell my niggas pick the target out,
And then I quickly pick the target off
Like volleyball, I'm a serve em,
And being fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a virgin
Dr. Carter, Tell them bitches I'm a surgeon
Cleaner than some brand new detergent
Ya heard me?
And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie
Tell em get on (Birdman Jr.'s Birdy)
[Shanell]
I love the skin that I'm in
Goose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M.
That Yack,
That Goose,
That Tron,
That Gin
Got a couple girls crackin'
Let the party begin
I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on
If it ain't trickin' cuz you got it
What you trippin' on?
See, I'm a spoiled chick
You frontin' niggas hatin' me up with
But my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches
[Lil Twist]
Rockin on the scene
And yeah, I hit my duggy
I D-Town boogy
Now the girls really love me
V.I.C. to Vic
Yeah, They both got silly
Lil Twist, I get silly
I'm the king of the city
Young Money, Young Mullah
Yeah, The kid in this thang
Grown men in this game
Can't compete with me mayne
Especially
When I pull up in that candy red
(54's on the dash sittin' next to Lil Wayne)
I'm a beast
I'm a dog
Yeah, Yeah I rap harder
Mic in my hand
I run like Marion Barber
You haters on the sidelines
And I be a starter
Going Bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter
That's my little sister if you boys didn't know
(Wait)
That's Weezy's daughter
(So don't mess with her bro!)
Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of cars
Signin' out
Young Money, D-town's All Star
[Tyga]
Its Tyga
No lion
I'm eating
No Diner
This species
Don't diet
Every milla fish Friday
Squad deep
Like the white guy from Verizon
Gator righteous
So its only right you meet the fugitive
John Mcgiver
Teenager
School cyhphers
I was too nicer
Than them no liscence,
You gets no high-fivin'
Nigga, Roll the damn dices
Touche
My word play touches from the colour great
My kick game so unreal
They say them colours must be fake
Never been made
MTV, I make
Quake your very eyesight
My fame's no mistake
Since the deal
Steak dinner everyday
For the movie
My life is like a Compton Play
You can see it
Nearly breathe it
From a couple feet away
But stay away
Cuz I don't
Get along
With them tag-along
Let me
Get on a song
Period gone
I'm off the hook like cordless phones
My identity so right
They think its wrong
G.E.D. Young Money
Finish strong, so I'm a keep goin'
My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my face
Like my skin was leather made
Leatherman Louis
You ain't never seen
Like a nun booty
None before me
After
Its only boys
Tyga man
I do it for the hatin' homies
[DJ Drama]
Shout to Hollygrove
Shout to the A-town
304 wassup!
Shout to Harlem
Philly wassup!
* send corrections to the typist
[Lil Wayne]
+Oh Baby+, Oh weezy
Yes 'sa (Weezy, Baby)
You know I'm Weezy Wee the - Boy
Apple and Eagle - Boy
Packin' them heaters - Boy
That's blocka - Oh Boy
And I'm back in the streets - Boy
My crack is fa' cheap - Boy
I got that - Boy Boy Boy Boy
I'm movin' in wit' my - Boy
We doing it - Oh Boy
I'm S.Quing it wit' my - Boy
SQAD UP - Oh Boy
You try us no (Boy) I'm the - Boy Boy
I come through in that toy on them alloys boy
Mami like boy, I move so quik
I'm the good dick boy, so slick..
.. boys so click wit' my - Boy
I'ma stick wit' my - Boy
That my - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Hey Maunderin' this young Wayne
Mami you know the game
You know ta give me brainz, til you make your boy range
Go try another - Boy
You gatta suck ya boy get a Mack
not a man baby, +Ya Understand+ baby
See me the - Boy
Me and that fifi - Boy
Call us them fly - Boy
We high - Oh Boy
I, ride fa' my - Boy
An-twan you my - Boy
Hey we - Boy Boy Boy Boy
I'm that pistol pack - Boy
I'm back - Oh Boy
And this shit is a rap - Boy
I told ya - Oh Boy
Y'all all know the (Boy) Grove-a - Boy Boy
Ya, not from the Magnolia, but the bar Soljah
Y'al sippin' that Belvi - Boy
Step it up - Boy
Ya know whats in my cup (Boy) +Purple Stuff+ - Oh Boy
And ya wanna swallow ya - Boy
But tomorrow you can (Boy) halla at 'cha - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Yes, its the Cash Money - Boy
The Young Money - Boy
Fuck it I done it (Boy) 500 - Oh Boy
Aiy gimme ya bitch - Boy
I show you how ta (Boy) make her
Twerk-n-Work-n-breakin' them chips boy, you fuckin' wit' a sick boy
I feel it bubblin', I think I'm about ta shit boy
I need a hit of that light green sticky shit - Boy
Got me feelin' like - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Stupid bitch I'm the - Boy
The fire dont stop -Boy
I'm the only Hot - Boy
But I'm glad - Oh Boy
But I'm mad at 'cha (Boy) that - Boy Boy
Dont make a nigga bust a Mac at 'cha when I see ya
Ya need ta listen - Boy
I'm in the kitchen - Boy
Cookin' and Zippin' - Boy
2 for 1 - Oh Boy
Hey Juve fuck wit' ya - Boy
I won't fuck wit' ya (Boy) Fuck Ya - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Got a baby girl, not a - Boy
She a trip - Oh Boy
I love her thats all my - Boy
Sweet Nae' - Oh Boy
But ya mama played ya - Boy
Fuck my - Boy Boy Boy
She knows how it go, I'ont love them hoes (BIATCH)
I'm keepin' it gutta' - Boy
Gangstaz in my blood, Ima thug it til my hole is dug - Oh Boy
Boy I'm bustin' it for my - Boy
Who want it wit' the team (Boy) scream - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Who sayin' Weezy Wee, not a muh'fuckin' livin'
Lemme fuckin' live (Boy) I'm just muh'fuckin' pimpin'
The dub still dippin' (Boy) an I'm still smokin'
An as long as they still sniffin', I'm gifted
Aiy Aiy I'm not a lil' - Boy
Look at my fuckin' wheels, Check the size of my shoes
I'm ridin' on my heels boy
This shit is real - Boy
Fee (Boy) ya gatta feel ya - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Where my New Orleans East - Boy
Not the cops - Oh Boy
I mean a nice car - Boy
Thats them drops - Oh Boy
Them rat-a-tang-a-ring (Boy) bang - Boy Boy
Yea, I put it in a bullet go right inside of your hoody
Ya lookin' at the boy, ya hatin' on the boy, ya waitin' on the boy
July 2nd cocksucka, the Eagle block all the money man, SQAD Up-a
I'm the - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Weezy bitch, yuh yuh, weezy
[Lil Wayne talking]
The Do's and Don'ts of Young Money Cash Money.
Rule fucking number 1.
Don't fucking do one fucking song on a motherfucking album,
Get one motherfucking check, and go fucking crazy,
And then get dropped from the motherfucking label,
And now you got your motherfucking fans like
"What happenend to you?"
"When you comin out?"
Ahh! ahhh!
"I'm coming out, I'm comin out!"
"Are you coming out with Wayne?"
"Nah I got my own record label"
Man what the fuck.
What the fuck!!!
Don't you do that, thats a no-no.
That's a young money cash money no-no.
Rule-Don't go there.
I don't care if a nigga gave it to you in navigation, don't Go there.
Understand?
Rule number 2.
Don't fuck with nobody's girl
And rule number 3...
Nobody has a girl
HOLLA!!!! bitcch
Ummm
Rule number 4 is to respect rule number 5
And rule number 5 is, Bitch! You try anybody round here
We gon kill ya!
Ya understand?
We're not gon' fight ya
We're not gon' have Reverend Al Sharpton sit us down and talk nothing bout nothing...nothing
Lord bless the Dead, Pimp C gone
He ain't gon' sit us down and schedule no talks
Bitch we gon' kill ya
One dot com nigga
Log on bitch
Yeah
Yeah don't-
I hate-
Don't check-don't you ask to check nothing of mine
If I'm comin into your place of business
And you scheduled for me to be there
Bitch, I don't have to be there
I have a very nice home
Ya understand?
And-I-I-Boy, Look here
Just don't be tryna check me dude
I ain't tryna steal or hurt anybody in none of them places
I'm rich as a motherfucker and thats the last thing I want,
A confrontation or a problem.
I am trying-I am-Son, Don't check me.
(Dedication 3 bitch)
Bitch.
[Wayne]
I gotta bitch named keisha she a real dick pleasa.
But shawty from cuba still workin on her visa.
Her girlfriend lisa met her in porta rica.
How she dont suck dick but expect for me to eat her.?
That hoe crazy man and you dont wanna meet her.
But her home girl nita swallow cum by the liter.
She look good in boyshorts and a beater.
But this other girl quita way sexier den nita.
I aint lyin she da...
Hottest bitch heatah...
But ima fukkin freezah...
Yea ima fukkin leave her...
Yea ima fukkin eagle...
Flyya and deepa...
Smoke like a coheba...
Ya hoe gimme cerebral...
Now get low and touch ya toes for my people.
An if you aint fukkin them then you aint fukkin me either.
Ya think ya man hot well fukk it me ether.
Heard I got gwap wanna kick it like f.i.f.a.
Everyday christmas cause im smokin that reefa.
Keep alotta bitches like queen latifah.
I am southern land not keifer.
Y-M-E fa...
Young money entertainment...
Run dummy finna bang it.
You want beef then my money wil arrange it.
I am not fukkin fina aim it.
But dat nina raw shout for me when im angry.
Yeah hollygrove beeyaatch.
Sloppy like joe ya bettah go get G.I.
All my guns knee high...
M-o-n-e-y...
Thats what I re-ly...on...im gone.
He high yup im 3high.
Im jus schoolin these fukks like de-vry.
College institution...
Violence and confusion...
Stop with your excuses...
Hip-hop I am seducin...
Eat ya like prodcers.
Eat ya like produce.
Man I fukk ya girl till her pussy got no juice.
Now she cant produce.
So you wont be needin that baby.
Cause all you really need is weezy f. baby.
[DJ Drama]
Aiight lemme vent for a minute...see the problem I got with the game is...
Theres no gate keepers in hiphop!...whose lettin these wack niggas in?...
I mean can somebody please put a combination lock on the door?...
And stop givin out the code!...got damn!
...hey millz show em how its done!
[Jae Millz]
I know a chick named tanya from around the way.
She used to go to catholic school back in the day.
Now she strippin in Sue's for a stack a day.
But she bring it all to daddy so thats okay.
I gotta bitch name lola.
True dick smokah.
Part-time broker.
Late nite she work at strokers.
Her cousin name mocha got an insane spine.
An its crazy cause I fukked em both at the same time.
I even gotta bitch in the bay named jessica.
I swear she might give the best mouth in america.
Vanessa gotta attitude but her ass mean.
She remind me of this hoe I used to fukk named sabrina.
Ugly lil thang from the home of the ravens.
I only kept her round cause her ass was amazin.
Tiffany and emily my bonifed sluts.
When I cum they touch tounges and share dat nut.
Gotta white chick down in florida name sasha.
On my momma her head golden like an oscar.
And I met her thru tasha.
At the condo she let me fukk her on the washa.
September nigga so you kno he nasty.
And if she nasty we do the nasty.
Nah I tell a bitch like this.
You gotta take like 10 dicks.
Before you meet the president.
Young money.
(Gangsta Grillz You Bastard!)
[Wayne]
I kno this one hunny.
I call her trackstar cause when we fukk she run from me.
And im hella fly and her dude dum bummy.
And I dont get girls I make her get one for me.
My weed real clummy and real gummy.
And my flow is harder then an anvil hunny.
Shoot these niggas wit the hand held hunny.
I paper chase fukk stand still money.
Niggas kill wit me and kill for me.
Best believe we ridin if the fan belt runnin.
Leave a muthafukka jus layin there bloody.
Im from the dirty and I make it rain damn thats muddy.
She just wanna be my cutty buddy.
And on these tracks I go nutty buddy.
What it dizzle.?
Iz you or iz you aint...my...fate.?
[Lil Wayne talking:]
Shout Out to everybody man
But uh let uh let me just prepare them let me just let em know uhh just so you know that the future weezy imma be on this rock shit
You understand me
This real rock shit
Its gettin real crazy
But uh imma keep rappin for ya'll and shit to
Cuz I know ya'll like that shit
I know ya'll like that shit
I know ya'll like that shit
And uh just in case if ya'll want to know
What I was actually saying at the end of that performance on BET hip hop awards cuz I know they probabyly cut a lot of that out
I had said uh
Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, lets go
Oh oh oh
Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to fuck wit them aliens
Im just tryin to mate like a fucking australian
Dreams of fucking Mrs. Sarah Palin
And don't Mccain look like his heart about to fail em
But scratch that shit, young money we the greatest
Add another check to my checkin and savins
And afour fs to the weezy f baby
Nah im weezy fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin baby
Dedication 3 we out this hoe
Actually we in yo hoe
Wayne Talkin.....
I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08)
[DJ Drama] Hahaha you thought it was over, let me give you some D4,
Bitch I Feel Me!
Yea!!!!!
AHHHHHH!!!!!
I got the game mad, and I ain't talking about homie in LA neither
I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do wit it
I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin you spend it
Hey I do it way bigger than you did it
Im sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me
I get real ignorant
Cruel really cruel
When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly
Who really pourin with us?
Home boy you trippin you gunna fall and bust your ass
I can rap fast but I like slow better....why?
Cuz bitch imma flow better fl-y fl-y fly
With no feathers
And if you want know bad you gunna know better yea
Im talkin young money army weezy aka I got enough money on me
Yea and yall niggers phony
I got some bullets wit yall pictures on them
Haha yall really dont want me
And I blast off on beat
She make you leave and you just do you and she just do me
I told ya
[Hook]
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
(Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
(It's more of a dedication, D 3!)
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
(This what ya'll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!)
[Chorus]
And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)
Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)
But you should be more afraid of the killa in me
[Hook 2]
Cuz Im bouta kill um
Im bouta kill um
Cuz ima bouta kill um
Im bouta kill um
So fuck it ima kill um
So fuck it ima kill um
So fuck it ima kill um
So fuck it ima kill um (ya)
[Chorus]
And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)
Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)
But you should be afraid of me
[Mack Maine Verse]
Young veteran, soon to be OG
Plus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth
I hear you lil niggaz barkin', want more beef
You like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece
And when it comes to money my shit is obese
Like della reece, I need celery
Mo' money wat the fuck these niggaz tellin' me
Im young Lucifer
Take um all to hell wit, Ya
Drop um off in a fire storm
Why young squad get a riot on
If he testify like common see the fire bomb
If you know whats best muthafucka get yo quite on
These niggaz starving out here getting they diet on
While im eatin nigga grippin on my styrofoam
One man game nigga ima die alone
For now im wit ya girl getttin my ride a ride pipa on
[Willie The Kid Verse]
Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring
No bull I push pro v's like Pantene
Blow like a trombone
Funny niggaz tambourine
Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine
Gators day, they say its mascara wearas
And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz
No blood no foul, ya my heart cold is moscow
We NAPA kill like a hot towel
All my hoes hostile
Not me, never tell me not now
Rap niggaz forty cal tell ya brow
Roof remover
We leave your brain with more air
Maneuver, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair
Seduce her, ya
You rappers should be tired of lyin'
But I know its hard like a tire iron
But yet it complex like its Mayan science
Or Aztec math
Crazy as a mess tab
I feed niggaz like a mess hall
And yes y'all
Its Willie I address y'all
Or like a stylist
Nobodies fly is this
You crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist
[Chorus]
And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)
Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me
But you should be afraid of me
[Hook 2]
Cuz Ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ya ima kill um
Yes Ima kill um
And ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ima kill ummummu
[Gudda Gudda Verse]
They say powder makes you hyper
Reefer makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer
Well ? make you dawg
While I sip the purple harlot
Thick as my sudden drawl
Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no drawers
They got bats up in the cave
Upside down blood rushin' to they head
They reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound
Pitchin for the crown
Uptown bound face painted like a clown
Reciting scriptures from the chapters
Proverbs leviticus
Old ass rappers complainin what the business is
Bout the state of hip
Soundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga, dick
Its ridiculous the new school nigga
What you need to do is become a resident
Under the condition
Get yo ass up off your ass
And get your ass up on a mission
Become some competition
Like better run the dog
Young money nigga we ball
Like kobe or chris paul
For giving a whack cracker
Still sippin crystal
Wavin the lifeline
Since lifes a bitch y'all
Raisin up the skirts of jezzebels
For no cash like
"bitch give me that ass'
Or pulling up to the lot like
"give me that jag"
No pulling up to the lot like
"give me that lam"
They study me ?
Cram like im a final exam
If I hit you in your back
You'll need a spinal exam
Im something like a rhino or ram
Animal,beast
Irritating you pussies like chlamydia,yeast
YM mulisha you niggaz better retreat
Or be like this beat
R.I.P. deceased
[Hook 2]
Cuz Ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ya ima kill um
Yes Ima kill um
And ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ima kill ummummu
[Lil Wayne Verse]
Ya already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier gon get popped
If I'm comin 'round the block the in swing drive gets stopped
He gon drop like a flop
On the court I love sports
That's why I play my bitches cuz I got game
That's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)
Same hustle no money
Im just hip hop they like two bunnies
Who run it, b*tch nigga muaaw
That was French, nigga not
A kiss, nigga nah
No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4
They say I fucked so and so
And I be like so, so and so
Nike's on they neck, they like let me breathe
Im sorry but I cant piss how we feed
This is why we hot
This is how we freeze
To fast to follow
This is why we lead
And the money in the pocket isn't why we Jeezy
This is how we shoot and this is how we leave
Ya know we tote steal, this is how we ease
You can get the steal if you try these thieves now
Glass needa Swisha let me climb these trees
And im haters say we couldn't this is why we bees
This shit like puddin', puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'
Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'
Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin' me to the ground
Shout out the blue flag,
Shout out the red flag,
Shout out the black flag,
Fuck the white flag.
I ain't talkin bout no gang bangin I just meant that surrender flag cause I don't know if niggas really reppin' white flags and shit.
So I mean the surrender flag so I don't get in no trouble.
No nigga be shootin at me I don't know what the hell happened.
Nigga, a group of white flag niggas come in, "Nigga we the white flag niggas." Like I'm sorry my nigga, damn.
Shout out Drama, thanks again for lettin me do this shit.
Dedication 3, can't wait till Dedication 4.
And uh, this one right here man this one was for my fans this was for young money this was for ya'll of course.
But this was for young money for ya'll to understand what I'm tryna do and ya'll to get a lil wiff of what I've got cookin over here and see what niggas is tryna do. Plus I wanna make it clear that every artist you hear on Young Money is most likely to be doing their own thing somewhere else so what I would love for you to do is to get, don't just listen to them over here actually get into them and see what they're doing everywhere, cause if they're good over here most likely they're great there.
I mean so, pay attention to 'em, they're makin moves. They're makin moves.
And if you wanna be down with us, it's easy. It's easy. Give a nigga some head or somethin.
Haha. No homo, not to the niggas though I ain't lookin for no more rappers.
I don't even wanna try, I'm straight. I'm lookin for straight, beautiful women. Naw I'm lyin.
[Jae Millz]
I am the real, I am the authentic,
The fact and the truth is Jae Milz.
Brown skin but I'm black in the booth.
And for the green or that white, you'll see red.
Mushroom bullets hit your body then they spread.
Then your ass dead. No need for a hospital room or a bed.
Just tell his momma to get him some nice threads.
So at least he will be a bitch ass nigaa dyin in style.
He didn't want to look up to me now he gotta look down.
Somebody better tell him on these beats I'm a beast.
Half man half animal like king goin tec. Now I'm a wreck him.
Hell ya young money is what I'm reppin'.
Respect em or I'll put you on that highway to heaven.
Matter of fact pussy you'll get your own lame.
With no speed limits so you'll get there in a minute.
It's Dedication 3. It's no replacing we.
That is like askin a group of muslims where that bacon be.
Straight Gran n Patrone flow there is no chasin me.
And that amnesia is what my medication be.
That's that Amsterdam grade A I'm smokin in neverland.
So high I'll probably never land.
[Lil Wayne]
Muthafuggin psychopath, young money cave men, muthafugg a geico add.
Fo' Fo' bulldog, fuck around and bite yo ass, shittin on you bitches now lemme flush the toilet and wipe my ass.
Bitch I'm all into like my cash, no I'm not I love my dough. got them hoes fallin like a hundred million dominoes.
But I don't eat pizza, I eat pussy when he wouldn't...
Holla at ya guala, yeah bitch itz me, kickin muthafuggas out the kitchen heat.
I'll put you where the fishes sleep and when they wake, you'll be the fishies feast...
Imma shark you see my fin hoe, bullet leave a hole in ya face not a dimple.
Straight from the N.O. it's no problemo to put a niggaz brians on the muthafuggin window..
Uggggh, damn right I'm nasty, how I come thru in that white eyed Aston.
The leather guts and might I add in it's black on chrome like Darren McFadden. yeah.
And don't be comparin my swag wit these wack-ass niggas thats o-so-swagless. yeah.
And call me mr. swag-more, gotcha girlfriend open like some fuggin pores, or open like some fuggin doors.
Nigga its fugg you and I'm fuggin yours.
From the bedroom to the floors...whores
[chorus]
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh [2x]
Yeah, now how ya like me now...
[verse 1]
Got the h** goin' till 6
Press a button, watch the m*****f***er do tricks
I don't know what you are on, but I'm on some new s****
While you're b**** is on my d***, like a glue stick
I got a grill, I don't have to get my tooth fixed
The tooth fairy would retire if I loose it
Straight out the clip, that's how I spit like an oozey
You can't find me 'cause I'm lost in the music
I'm runnin' this and I can jump the hurdles
I feelin' like I'm racing a bunch of little turtles
Keep a bandana like the Ninja Turtles
I'm like a turtle, when I sip the purple
[chorus]
And I smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and I ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
(chuckles) so how ya like me now...
[verse 2]
Buck 60 on the dash, I'mma do two
Captain Crunch, these n***as is Fruit Loops
That's why your girl wanna f*** me and my group too
And I'mma make her back it up like "droop shoop"
I'm the Birdman Jr., I gotta do coups
I hop up out that m*****f***er, holler "Soo woo"
Hollygrove 17, I'm from the zoo crew
You would think every animal in the zoo loose
(F*** with me) I'm on that screw juice but I keep my s*** together, not a screw loose
Yeeaahh, word to my Gucc [Gucci] boots, I'm higher than a new suit
[chorus]
Till we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
now how ya like me now...
[verse 3]
Buck forty on a ring that I don't really wear
But I bet it light up the night like the city fair
This s*** ain't fair, I didn't have to go there
But all this ice got me feelin' like a polar bear
I'm so aware, I'm so prepared, I'm so fly I will take off into the open air
Lift off, Cristal, please, crackers with cheese
N***a please, we on J-E-Ts like Curtis Martin and whitley green
I'm... lightin', lightin', light the thing, light the thing, no Reggie man
[chorus]
You know I smoke that kush...
And I ball like swoosh [2x]
The hottest, hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
You already know that, pimpin', yeah
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody goin' die tonight
You already know that, pimpin'
Hey, it's Cash Money Records man, a lawless game
Unfuckin' believable, little Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy
It's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
I know one day they gotta bury him
But I lock my casket tight baby, so I don't let the devil in
People, it's just me and my guitar, yeah, bitch I'm heavy metaling
You can get to fuckin' Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court, take your life for the settlement
Yes, I'm the best, and no I ain't positive, I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffing it
This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the new testament
And I'm the God, and this is what I bless them with
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, yeah
Junior, it's Cash Money over everything
It's in my blood I feel it running in every vein
I'm from the mud, I am a missile like the scud
What's really good, I'm about to ruckus like fud
And I stay on my flow and Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fuckin' Birdman like a log
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million, heir to the throne
Going at their heads like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the stone
Knowin' I might get through it like hair in a comb
Know money over bitches, my niggas trust my sisters
And I will take or trash it with the Lord as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen
That I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, bitch
Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I'm rapping in my jammies
I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flew Lethal Weapon, book 'em Danny
I'm a monster I tell you, monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint
Let's go, niggas don't see me 'cause I'm better than both
The only time I will depend is when I'm seventy years old
That's when I can't hold my shit within so I shit on myself
'Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I'm tryna tell you like I'm saying something
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
And there ain't nothin' gonna stop me
So just envy it, hey, I'll accept a friendly quit
Ha, yeah
I'm me, I'm me, bitch, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you? Fuck you, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I am a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, bitch
The hottest, hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
You already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Somebody goin' die tonight
You already know that, pimpin'
Came in the game as a youngin, signed wit cash money,
Pocket full of money, niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin,
See ya ass in public it's a whole notha subject,
Man they just talkin bout it, they just talkin bout it,
And i'm on the streets with it, i'm on the streets with it,
See from where i come from you gotta be about it,
And if u want it want it we come and see about it
Uhh it's weezy baby like the last shit
A big car and a bad bitch, uhhhh soo fly i need an ass kick
These niggas ballin by accident uhh, keep talkin nigga fuck up ya body
Send ya home and tell ya mom it was an acciden,
Uhh i'm a g till the casket drop on my glasses, fast money i'm the fastest,
I got that hustlers pasion ya knoww, dem boys back at the ass end
I'm at the bank tryna cash in aye
Came in the game as a youngin signed wit cash money pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin
See ya ass in public it's a whole notha subject
Man they just talkin bout it, they just talkin bout it
And i'm on the streets with it, i'm on the streets with it,
See from where i come from you gotta be about it,
And if u want it want it we come and see about it
It's been murda bitch i make a killin,
Insurance papers in the safe money in tha ceiling,
I got pillow case full of pistols
Come throught a nigga house and aim at the pillows,
Uhh wake up wake up fuckin with them boys u can wake up taped up,
Ya dig now gon' an drink that lake up
Stick em in the trunk let em feel that bass pump
Deez niggas is nuts man that m14 leave you physically fucked
Deez niggas is ducks well you can call me scrooge because i'm swimmin in bucks
Bitch
Came in the game as a youngin signed wit cash money pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin,
See ya ass in public and it's a whole notha subject
Man they just talkin bout it they just talkin bout it,
And i'm on the streets with it i'm on the streets with it
See from where i come from you gotta be about it,
And if u want it want it we come and see about it okay
Yea yea to hot to cold, red hot blue cold, yea i knock ya melon out ya fruiit bowl
All my guns black i got true soul yeah and i call my coupe the black panther
Blat... blat... blat thats the gat anthem, and if a nigga play with family for that matter
Imma smoke so many niggas imma catch cancer, and if i step up out this benzo
U know i'm commin with a gun like a nintendo
They soft them niggas fallin when the wind blow and i'm rollin up my window
Fuck em
Came in the game as a youngin signed wit cash money pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin
See ya ass in public and it's a whole notha subject
Man they just talkin bout it, they just talkin bout it,
And i'm on the streets with it, i'm on the streets with it
See from where i come from you gotta be about it
Prada jeans... 300 dollars
Gucci slippers... 500 dollars
Spendin all your money to make these white folks rich... priceless
Oh oh ohhh
Yahh... uhhh
Oh oh ohhh
Yahh...uhhh
Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is
With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor
Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery...
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Pocket full of money and some dark shades... flow so current he can start waves
Game like butter he parkay... love me some head like chardays
Dropping quarters like the arcade... get high with my animals in our cage
And you can see us if you star gaze... creole boy baby i sautees
On your mark... ready... start place
Thats just you... makin my heart race
And i may be the opposite... but im'a let you operate
Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is
With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor
Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery...
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Yah... yah
And i know she want a d boy... so im'a pop up on her like (?)
I got that magic... like bruce leeroy
And if this isn't it... then love has a decoy
Her body sicker than a retard... and i bet i got the medicine she need for it
And i bet i got the medicine to keep goin...
She shoots me with happiness... and i bleed joy
No ban aid for me boy... a loss of blood yah the girl got me weak boy
Yah i see you... and i see you... when i see you
Girl your the one... can i be two
And if your love is clear... then i see thru
Then they yell clear... and i pull thru
You saved my life... baby i would too
And they say...
Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is
With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor
Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery...
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Been running for too long
It's time to give me mine
Time to time to give me mine, time to give me mine
Benn running for too long, it's time to give me mine
I'm so far ahead man
What they talking bout, Fee, they ain't saying shit
It could weak a whole court, like Stan Smith
Or Judge Judy, you niggas betta shoot me
Cause I bought my mans a glock, and I bought myself a uzi
Don't confuse me, no they don't amuse me
I come after the money, like Wednesday come after Tuesday
I told Stunna I'm wylin', he say don't worry I got ya
He told me, cut the heads off, and bring 'em back for papa
Yea, dem niggas gettin scurred, word
All dat talkin, just a whole bunch of verb
Pussy ass nigga got a whole bunch of nerve
I have 'em put yo picture on a whole bunch of shirts
I smoke a lot of weed, and drink a whole bunch of syrup
I like brain, so I fucks with a whole bunch of nerds
Heh, I am number 1
Cause 2 is not a winner, and no one remembers third
Wizzle F. Baby, yea (bitch!)
See, money is the topic, baby
See, I'm a giant, all these otha niggas mockin, baby
They microscopic, baby
Big crib, I can't even hear 'em knockin, baby
Headed to the top, like I'm tied to a rocket, baby
To all the foreign woman, let's make a tropic, baby
I got so many bitches, I could make a combilation
I'd like to thank the haters, for yo cooperation
I got dat docter chopper, give you an operation
Nigga this is my crusaders, kill for confromation
We all got on masks, we bout to toxic waste 'em
I hope they momma raised 'em, cause they got bitch ways
If they don't pay for ya, they get ya back dead
Real talk, stop walkin on ya back legs
Step into the lime light, bullshit backstage
I used to tote a 32 up in my crack days
I tote dat AK-47 in my rap days
I'm comin, Wizzle F. Baby (bitch!), yeah
Come and get it, anyone can get it
But since I'm the president, I'll be a lil more politic
I'm chillin in the clinic
Cause dats how many nurses, I got working on my dizzick
Snakes in the grass, rats, lizards
But 'round here, snitches don't exist like wizards
Hoe this ain't punch, I'm sippin on some sizzurp
I roll a fat joint, and do my fingers like scissors
Da game so cold, I done had my share of blizzards
But now I got dat big money runnin like rivers, nigga
I'm hear to get my shit straight, burner on the hip waist
Leave a nigga street full of bones, like a fish plate
Yea, I'm from the hood, but now I'm livin in a rich way
Swear I got on my knees, and thanked God for this day
So say what you wanna say
I need to throw a cup of water in my face
Sweet street pusha
Gimme that gusha
Nasty stuff (look up)
I took her
I like a red bone, pretty feet,slim waist, cute face
Girl if thats you then put yo info in my two way.
Girl you a star me and you can make a movie
She said them diamonds on my chain look like kool-aid
And when im gone she be missing me like school days.
Alright, i like a bitch
That like a bitch
Fucking right im rich
And i aint gettin hitched
Im gettin paid in full
Just call me money mitch
Ballin like tony gwen
Im never lonely in that penthouse
And all the time a nigga thinks shes at her friends house
Ok i put the phantom up and bought the bent' out
Its weezy baby bitch im hot like all the vents out...
Haha
It go hollygrove, seventeen, cambelton, eagle street
Runnin with my hood til my feet gets sore
Run up on them boys and you aint runnin no more
I am from the jungle, the mighty jungle
And the guns go
... haha
Why ya boyfriend acting like secret service
Ima get you by yourself and get my secret service
Im on the purple urple and now the earth is bouncin
Ive climbed the highest mountain
And baby girl the coupe is fountain blue
You see them green and yellow diamonds call it mountain dew
I got the crib in the sky with city view
And i take a skinny bitch if her titties new
Hahaha
Now what it do
Gucci shoes, gucci buckle, gucci belt, gucci bucket
Sharper than the yellow number 2, i doesnt what i do
And if you didnt know, now you knew
I am the fireman
Red truck yellow suit...
And i treat money like glue
You know i gotta stick to the paper...
You know im like a staple
Thats why i got the cashmoney right above my navel
Young money is the label
Money, bitches and cable
We multiplyin money, sittin at the time table... haha
So holla at a nigga when you see me on the grind
And bust that pussy open like we runnin out of time
And dont say a word
Just act like a mime
The girl may be yours but the pussy is mine
Woo... Its Feel Good... Arite Yea... Carter 3... All Day... Lets Play
Ok I Know 2 Girls Dat Don Did It Before
But I Wonder If Dey Know Dat We Did It Before
If The Other Girl Know Dat We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Dat We Did It Before
Ok Put Ya Hands Up If U Did It Before
And Now Ur Girl Lookin At Ya Cause She Didnt Had Know
And Now Everybody Sayin Dat U Did It Before
And U Know Dats Because Dey Probably Didnt Before
Cause If Dey Did It Before
It'll Be Different Though
I Wonder If Tammy Knows Dat I Did It Before
Wit Lisa I Wonder If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
I Know Dey Did It Before
Da Day We Did It But Oh
If Dey Didnt Before
Den We Didnt Before
We Can Can Get It Fo Sho
Cause If She Wt It I Know
She Should Be Wit Fo Sho
Imma Tear Dat Pussy Up Like I Didnt Before
And After I Did It Dey Wer History Though
Wen I See Em I Act Like I Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Like We Didnt Before
But We Did It Before
Ok I Know 2 Girls Dat Don Did It Before
But I Wonder If Dey Know Dat We Did It Before
If The Other Girl Know Dat We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Dat We Did It Before
Yea... So If You Did It Before
Be A Pro U Got To Act Like U Did It Before
And Every Time I Meet A Girl Dat Say She Didnt Before
U Know I Got To Act Like I Never Did It Before
But She Will Be Dumb If She Didnt Had Know
Dat I Did It Before
Cause I Did It Before
And She Will Be Dumb To Think I Didnt Had Know
Dat She Did It Before
She Probably Did It Galow
So We Did It Some More
And We Did It Some More
Like Busta Rhyme Said She Holla Give Me Some More
So We Did It Some More
Yea We Did It Till Four
And Wen 4:01 Came She Was Hitten Da Door
Not Fixen To Go
Butshe Was Hitten Da Door
And I Was Probably But Naked Just Twisten Da O
Den I Call My Homies Up And Kick Da Shit How It Go
And I Know Dey Gon Lay Off Cause Dey Did It Before
Ok I Know 2 Girls Dat Don Did It Before
But I Wonder If Dey Know Dat We Did It Before
If The Other Girl Know Dat We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Dat We Did It Before
Ok Allot Folks Dont Like To Say Dey Did It Before
Wishen Dat Everybody Didnt Had Know
Dat Dey Did It Before
Like If Dey Did It Below
Or If Dey Did Wit More
Da One I Did It For Dough
Well If U Didnt Den So
Be Cool Wit It And Flow
And Just Rock Wit Everybody Dat Don Did It Before
I Know I Did It Before
You Know You Did It Before
How Come U Aint Wit Know But U Was Wit It Before
Oh..Dats Your Best Friend Yea Yall Kick It I Know
Yall Probably Did It Before
She Probably Licked It Before
Like It Was Liquid Before
Yea I Can Vision U Both
Like I Don Did It Before
Cause I Don Did It Before
Ok I Know 2 Girls Dat Don Did It Before
But I Wonder If Dey Know Dat We Did It Before
If The Other Girl Know Dat We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
(feat. Twista)
This fire is ...burn this city
This fire is ...burn this city, burn this city
This fire is ...burn this city
This fire is ...burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, we going to burn this city, burn this city [4x]
[Verse 1 (Lil Wayne)]
Stop playing wit me, cannon in my hand and I'll be damn if any man disrespect in my land
Intercept a nigga pass, inaffective ass nigga
I'm the f-f-fireman but I'll whap that ass nigga
My vessel pump nigga I'm a special ass nigga
No frontin I'm in front of these extra last niggas
I'm a extra bad nigga, I'm a sideways shooter
Open up the Mazerati fuck a highway trooper
Cuz now-a-days dudes'll run & tell the troopers
So I hope the same trooper could find ya when I lose ya
These niggas talkin' out the side of they medulas
Preserve a nigga put his body in the cooler
Turn 'em into ice, call me Weezy the jeweler
Run up on me boy & get smoked like buddah
Who the fuck wanna get it in they next breath
Gasoline all you do is step (fire)
[Hook]
This fire is outta control, (Cuz I'm the fireman fire f-fireman) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (You can spark it up & I'ma put you out) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (Weezy, allergic to wintertime hot) We going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, we going to burn this city, burn this city
[Verse 2 (Twista)]
Niggaz shook watch weezy and his daddy show em' heaven, auto revin'
I'ma burn 'em up like ladder 47 wit a mac11
Try to shoot up every part of you wit my arsenal I'm a arsonist
Or the 40cal wit the 50 clip uh uh,
you don't want no parts of this. I'ma do your medula, I'll pop your oblongata
Call the doctor
Homie you are not Baby, not the Twista & not the Carter
Don't be coming to me acting petty when I carry glocks to carve ya
Stop tomorrow
You can break my hands, I write wit my mind
you can't stop the author
Try to run up on the block why bother
I'ma shoot 'em wit the pump & then I go & throw his body in a ditch & won't nobody ever find you
And won't nobody talk cuz I'm a real street mobster
Ghetto gangstas I don't eat pasta
Only fuck her wit the shrimp & the lobster
Murder that pussy whole in ya boy
When I'm dressed up like a robsta
I'm know as a shot connect, stay burnin sticky
And we gettin scummy stead of gettin money that's why I'm on 50
Shit, I only be fuckin wit niggaz that earnin wit me
If you try then you goin die
On fire cuz I'm so hot
Watch how we burn this city
[Hook]
This fire is outta control, (Cuz I'm the fireman fire f-fireman) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (You can spark it up & I'ma put you out) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (Weezy, allergic to wintertime hot) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, we going to burn this city, burn this city
[Verse 3 (Lil Wayne)]
Sicker than the bird flu
I am the birdman Jr. & you niggaz just bird food
We living in a whirl pool
You gotta eat or get ate & you look like bait
Don't you stick one hand over the gate
This dog will treat you niggaz just like steak
Dinner, I'm that nigga, take a break
Muthafucka it's a perfect mistake, I'm great
Murder, renegade music, my flow stupid
I'm cold, I spit mucus
I'm tight like suitors, righteous, ruthless
Strap, shoot ya, we rich, sue us
Snitch, leave 'em, Bitch, sue us
Pushin up daises, roses, petunias
Wakes, funeral, service, communion
I'm hotter than a motherfucking hot boys reunion
Weezy
[Hook]
This fire is outta control, (Cuz I'm the fireman fire f-fireman) We going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (You can spark it up & I'ma put you out) We going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (Weezy, allergic to wintertime hot) We going to burn this city, burn this city
Hey baby look here, I got this new song I wrote, it's got that nice slow groove that everybody dancin' to, and when I play it, it kinda remind me of me and you. I mean, there's one more thing I want to talk about. It's time for you to come home, everybody got their problems I'm dealing with mine. I done gave up them narcotics, I'm a changed man.
She loves me, she loves me not.
How many ways can I say I'm done fishin'.
You wanted the role, smash the audition.
Havin' a partner for a man in my position eliminates the cooks in the kitchen.
Still I got a taste for that fast food, foreign cars, many women.
And some say it's the life I was given.
I say it don't matter if I work at Mc-E-D's.
I still got a fix for what you got between ya knees.
On a new broad, you still one to one.
Every once in again I like havin' some fun.
No disrespect intended but what's done is done.
Women steppin' out for love, men do what to come.
Not a playa like Pun, but when shorties get the grabbin' on me.
The last thought I get is Koobie run.
To them girls wishin' on a star that's will stun.
But I gotta tell it like it is hun, one.
She say she love me, won't leave me, won't ever let me go.
But if you're thinkin' of leaving you need to let me know.
We better together then further apart, so darlin' don't go breakin' my heart.
We was high school sweethearts, talkin' since we was teens.
Every morning, and every evening.
Ten years later she eatin' that mean cuisine.
I'm on the field, straight gone of that creatine.
In the NFL which mean Not For Long.
City to city, all the groupies they hop along.
Word get back to wifey, she like "Stop the song,"
I'm takin' the kids to my mommas, I'm out, I'm gone.
Momma was like Baby now I hate to see your tears.
But I've been with your daddy for 'bout 35 years.
And in my day I had to turn a blind eye to cheating.
But I ain't never had to wear no black eye from beatings.
As long as he doing right, by you and your kids.
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he is.
I ain't sayin' that it's right but we often pay the price.
Cause a womens life is love, a mans love is life.
And he gon' live it to the fullest, and I ain't tryna pull you down or sound like a broken record.
But you should know by now that all niggas is dogs.
Better to have a rich pit then a broke german shepard.
She say she love me, won't leave me, won't ever let me go.
But if you're thinkin' of leaving you need to let me know.
We better together then further apart, so darlin' don't go breakin' my heart.
I say I don't have nothin' if I don't have you.
Like Shadai, we got the sweetest taboo.
And my game is skin deep, like your first tattoo.
I gets all in ya head just like shampoo.
I just wanna fuck with you like rude polices.
I don't want a broken heart because I lose the pieces.
Hey, girl don't play with my gangsta.
And have the boy blue like a Texas Ranger.
And I know cheaters never get crowned.
So I play "fair" like roller coasters and clowns.
You gotta hold ya soldier down.
Even when the war is lookin' it is right around the corner.
And you don't want to leave me, believe me.
Cause I could turn you on like a personal TV.
It's young weezy, I know what ya thought.
But I'm just here to play my part, so don't go breakin' my heart.
She say she love me, won't leave me, won't ever let me go.
But if you're thinkin' of leaving you need to let me know.
UH HUH
Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new heat
Brand new car, brand new feet
Brand new seats, brand new smell, put out the roach, light a brand new L
Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new
Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new
Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new
Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new
I'm cold like a midnight in Aspen
I am the president and the assassin
Cameras, on big lights, action
Welcome to the show, I am the main attraction
Money in the mattress, money in the attic
Money on my mind, money is my habit
Stay on the grind until the money's automatic
Bitch I love money I'm a fucking fanactic
All day strapped grip tight, graspin'
Say what? Who me? Click-Clack, blast 'em
Chrome 24's tires thin like napkins
Gotta ride big cuz i am like a captain
You know i'm a boss, chillen, relaxin
Probably in my office, doin' my taxes
You little niggas so not in my bracket,
And I don't even have time to practice
I got ice, ridiculous price
Your camera has never saw a picture this nice (Hmm)
I'm fishin and the bitches will bite
It's prolly cuz my game is fixin in tight, Right
I'm fuckin every bad bitch twice
And if she does'nt wear panties then I'll fuck her on sight
I'm nasty like spice
I know what she likes
I can make a black women scream like she white
I can make a white women scream like Mike
But before she start singin', she gotta check my Mic
Niggas just hatin'
And I dun lost sight
It's like i don't see 'em I only see the night
You talkin that shit but you boys just hype
I hope you bring a gun to the fight Aight?
Louis V tennis shoes, big brown stripe
You think you fresh, Nigga I'm ripe
Brand new coupe, drivin' crazy then the mother's
Sittin' low in the seats with the burner sittin' under
Got my tank top toppe on it
Prolly ain't summer
But I ride like that cuz I'm hotter than the others
Damn, theres no keepin up with the brother man
I can spell my name in burnt rubber
I'm gone
Leave me alone
Now the dog is at supper
You can wash my plate an put it back in the cupboard
I'm so far ahead of them suckers
Im gonna have to start rappin' in numbers
I promise the flows don't stop they come rappin like thunder
Young Face slangin, Ya Ya Ya
Heavyweight, Got a bad bitch in every state
On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake
Mark ass niggas, stay the fuck up out my way
I be true O.G., you can quote what I say
I'm a H-town nigga from around the way
Southside, ridin' dirty like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and grey
For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains
Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg that ain't me
These elbows hit the scene back in '83
I stay street with it, dun asked that
You can find me in your hood pumpin' monster crack
I rollover rodents with rims on em
Sniffing out a rat, I expose them and then bend on em
I lotta bitches but they claiming they O.G.s
A straight up pussy, he claims he knows me
See I puttin out these VVdees
Let my shit hit the streets, he got to squat to pee
Got them eggs on these beams, so they watchin' me
Might trap for a rat, pussy watch and see
I been straight for a long time
Gettin' checks for a long time
Gettin' Jake for a long time
E&J; for a long time
Nigga, try to get like me
Been a G, for a long time
Been in the streets, for a long time
Toting heat, for a long time
Nigga, try to get like me
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
It's your price, but I ain's scared
It's my pleasure to say it right, don't think I ain't said
They got prices on my, nigga I don't slip
Clips longer than giraffe necks, that's why I don't trip
Just open up and let em rip, nothing new to a G
Hey, I ain't worried about these niggas, till they shoot at me
My partner died, daughter too, your excuses to me
Still a busta ass rapper I'm refusing to be
Scarface seem to think I'm the king,
You're a fool if you think,
There's another new, young rapper dude out there that's cooler than me
I choose in the V, brand new with the beat
I live real life like I say I do in the beat
Yeah, true indeed I do indeed
Do it for the O.G.s and the true MCs
Them bustas say this year I got brand new and it's all phat
But the fightin' in the club, I'm done with all that
Nigga, his ass out of line, then his ass gettin' whacked
Give a west-side 10 stacks and that's that
But maybe less as a matter of fact
Nigga don't be testin' the professor, What's the matter with cats
I been straight for a long time
Gettin' checks for a long time
Gettin' Jake for a long time
E&J; for a long time
Nigga, try to get like me
Been a G, for a long time
Been in the streets, for a long time
Toting heat, for a long time
Nigga, try to get like me
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I Been doing this shit, nigga who are you
Little nigga I done seen keys bigger than you
Nigga, you ain't know shit,
Cut off a nigga head, make him suck his own dick
How the game go
Money over bitches and flowers over snitches
Money over bitches and flowers over snitches
Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)?
Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)?
Yaaahhhh!
Came here to exercise my game
Spreadin' love to the hood's, how I do my thang
Smokin' with my homies, barbecuing them wangs
Sip hennesy and coke, cause I don't fuck with dranks
Hoe pop pills either cause that shit ain't coll
We just drunk and mad dawg fo we went to school
Lik off, back then I was smashin' boys
Jump wrong, you saw a nigga get his ass destroyed
Same rules right now, I demand respect
If I slap one hoe, then her man's is next
I'm a kick door robber, A hot shot driver
A crack rock slingin muthafucka for a dollar
If you dare to be laid, then off in the acky
But if it ain't no way, then best believe I'm take it off a
A Nigga with no hustle, it ain't work it yet
And a bitch like that is even worse than death
Out in the hood bullshittin' is what this game can cost him
And if a nigga can't maintain mane he lost it
Be a nerd, and they fuck nerds in jail I heard
As a nigga, I'm up in here with my balls and my word
I been straight for a long time
Gettin' checks for a long time
Gettin' Jake for a long time
E&J; for a long time
Nigga, try to get like me
Been a G, for a long time
Been in the streets, for a long time
Toting heat, for a long time
Nigga, try to get like me
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
Microphone check 12 or just 1-2
I am me who are f*** you
And i'm 1-2 high you should look up to me
My french girls love it when we smoke the ooey
On bellow fronts i do and we smoke the ooey
I do me she feels me cummin like new teeth
I got paper like loose leaf
Come over here and maybe you can get a few sheets
My bodies unique like the sisteen chapple
Fresh (fresh) 6 pineapples
I should cut myself to see if my bloods red
Baby i brainstorm call me flood head
Married to the money
And if she leaves me bury me money
And when your not good then your arrogance is funny
You're going to love me baby
Fresh checkerboard Vans and a t-shirt
And it's going down, but she first
My flow sweet, make my teeth hurt
I spit ice cream bars, thats dessert
To me theres no such thing as a G-1st
Ya, my feature price high like a mink purse
I smoke a whole reef of the reefer
Drugs are bad but I beg to defer, sir
I just take a look at her face
So she can see that my shades are Versace, and she purr
Cause I'm a cool cat per say
So I give her my life and now I got 8, word
She asked me to go over her place, I said sure
She said shes been horny all day, I got the cure
I'm on her like turf
Now bring that ass, bring that ass, bring that ass hurr Ya Digg
I, I, I Don't know that you been told
But I can tell you something 'bout me
I smoke weed, I drink, and I roll
Now is you fucking with me
Now I can't tell shit 'bout the next man
But he ain't got nothing on me
Rapping is my hobby
My house has a lobby
My bitches act snobby
Because I feed them thousands
I know that didn't rhyme
But I'm only being honest
You can't pay me in cash now I'm only seeing commas
I swear I got on Sak's 5th Boxers right now
I'm trying to milk the game as if the game was a cow
I had and Eddie Bau Expedition 7 years ago
My grandma used to tell me that she swear I've been here before
I used to wear braids like Jasons Lyrics, Whoa
I spent a bundle on the cross because I'm spiritual
And I can never pass a physical, I stay high
High as the voice of Akon
And make mine a straight with no chase
Hold the ice, I got enough on anyway
And when they see the boy, they hyperventelate
I got them running after me like I'm about to win a race
Cause I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Bitch I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog
Ya you know that I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog (You know that)
Never entertain the suckers with the hating business
I'm on the Yacht playing table tennis
Expensive linen, women sinning
Adultry, Compulsively
I'm an arsonist on this beat, blaze fire
The door closed to the booth, I feel like a caged lion
Ya, let me loose, now let me get em
Cause I ain't going back and forth like Badmitton
No I will never drop the ball like Bad Mitten
And I ain't been conceited I'm just Ad-mitting
I flow cocky, Got hand rhythum
I got this bitch on lock like Sam Quinton
I'm tough daddy, What's poppin gangsta
I'm trying to keep my pockets fat like Opera singers
So sharp, If you touch me I chop your fingers
I'm on top of the game like Helicopter angles
I see you niggas, I hope your having fun
I hope you have a gun
This shit is crazy, it's little baby
I'm here to take it, and it's looking vacant
Cause I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Bitch I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog
Ya you know that I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog (You know that)
I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Bitch I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog
Ya you know that I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Bitch I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog (You know that)
Now I'm gonna go off on them
At first I was going soft on them
But now it's time to go hard
Bustin, Bangin Boguard
Took a shit in your yard
Take a piss on your Broad
Make a list of your Boys
And go and murder them all
Life is short, Ya a midget told me that
And I always thought I was fly like a had a pigeon on my back
But I got these stitches on my back
A vision on my back
Don't try to run up on me, I got precision with that gat
I don't Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
All I got to do is Tat
Bet I hit my target like a fucken Dart mat
My address is Cloud 9
See and you shall find
Weezy on the grind
I'm about my Frankenstein
You know me, Ya from my Lincolns to my Franklins
See I make that money stretch and connect like an anklet
Keep them bitches running in and out of my house like a Banquet
And I don't even speak their language
And if the bitch boyfriend get angry
Then my niggas turn around and tell his whole clique
Fuck that Nigga, Pussy Ass Nigga!
Fuck that Nigga! Ya
Cause I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Bitch I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog
Ya you know that I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog (You know that)
I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Bitch I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog
Ya you know that I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Help!, Help!
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
Help!, Help!
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
Help!, Help!
So sick need a doc, yes
A creature, monster like the lockness
I gets hotter by the toc, when I sizzle to death
I just tell the clock give me a sec
In the middle of the war where my enemy at
I'm running this shit like Eric B enemy back
Cause everytime I hit a track I'm like an energy pack
The instruments are crying out "where the sympathy at"
I attack before you begin to react
I'm from the dirt where the Beatles and John Lennon be at
And now these niggas looking yellow like a penalty flag
It's Weezy baby with this hustle until infinity, ya
Like somebody let the dog out the kinnle and ran
Whoever did it was a very smart women or man
Cause I'm coming like the stomp of every marching band
I need y'all to arch your hands and pray for me
I need...
Help!, Help!
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
Help!, Help!
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
I Know you See The Gwap 'Cause Getting Money Is What We
Riding Drop Top In The Winter With The Heat On
Bad Yellow Bitch Keep My Passenger Seat Warm
Leg Hanging Out The Winda you Ain't Got These On
Bitch Holla It Is Lil Weezy
They Can Not See Me They Are Like Stevie
I Am Bareing A Ton Like Lee-V
I Circle Your House Like Bee-Bee
Colder than The He-Be-Gee-Bees
Never Give Free Bees 75 Thousand For These Beats
Shid I Can Get A 100 Thousand Up In These Jeans
Big Stacks My Pockets On Crillteen
Young Money Dipset Nigga We A Team
If you Don't Like It Nigga Fuck you No Vaseline
Errr I Peel Off In The Lambergine
Like A Tangerine Got The Industry Straight Shaking Like
A Tamberine
Like A Bitch With Some Lips Like Angaline Not Jolie
Hoe Lee Got Flow Id Go Where No Other Guy Go
Fuck You Hoe I'm So 5 0 4
I Hope Every Snitch Die Slow
Hip-Hop That's My Hoe I Know She Know I Like It Wet
Don't Want No Dry Hoe
Alright Bitch I Am D-Boy No Decoy And I Will Straight
Up Destroy
Any Boy Arman And I Prefer Money then Bitches Are Just
Need For
We Are Young Money Bitches And I Am The Lee-Dor
He Are Currency Mac Maine And Bboy And I Just Signed
A Chick Named Nicky Ne-Norge
And Me I'm Still Spitten Like A Retard
And These Niggas Soft They Should Be Rapping In
Leotards
Nigga We In Charge Baby Put Me In Charge
And I'm Just Murdering Niggas Free Of Charge
You Digg Just Holla Back I See You Sarge
And I'm So Fucking High I Could Eat A Star
Yeah And Let Me Upgrade you
you May Not Be A Model But I Can Front Page You
you Know I'm Nasty Excuse My Behavior
Let Me Just Taste You We Can Fuck Later
Sitting In The Coop Looking Like A Racer
Top Peeled Back Like The Skin Of A Potato
Seat Way Back Listen To Anita Baker
Riding By Myself Smoking Weed By The Acre
Hollygrove Gata Ain't Nobody Greater
Leave With Some Bullet Holes The Size Of Craters
you Ain't Heard The Latest Weezy F The Greatest
Battle Anybody Nigga Fuck Away Your Favorite
It's A New Game And I'm The Coach Like Avery
Leave It To The Flow We Getting Doe Like A Bakery
I Don't Really Want To But These Niggas Making Me
Put A Motherfucker On Ice Like The Maple leaves
That's A Hockey Team And I Ain't On No Hockey Team
But I'm A Champion Where's The Fucking rocky theme?
Damn Rest In Peace Applo Creed
I'm a Monster Everyday Is Halloween
A lot Of Syrup A lot Of Pills And A Lot Of Weed
And I Keep My Pockets Green Like A Pot Of Peas
And If you Hating Baby you Can Get A Shot Of These
These Nut In Your Mouth Can you Swallow Please
Haha Yeah I'm So Hot I Freeze
Big Balls And They Jangle Like A lot Of Keys
Even Deaf Bitches Say Hi To Me
She Tell The Blind Bitches She Say I Gotta See
Young Carter Darling Understand I Am Micheal Jordan
Balling
Yes I'm a Dog I'm a Haul You Homie
Uh, Umm, Weezy ya'll,
Young Money, Cash Money,
This is, Da Drought 3
Ladies and gentlemen, you all know me,
You know I ride for my motherfunkin' niggas,
Most likely I'm gonna die with my finger on the trigger,
They tell me don't get high, and not to try to make a living,
I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing
My eyes is so wide as (it rise in )the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she (steallin), I'm gonna kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And fuck you, hospital, young money, we're the illest,
And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest,
My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
Self made G, and them bitches know the business.
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was "The Gremlins"
Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
You looking for devine and the little intervention,
And them birds don't fly, without my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
See my world is different,
Like Dwayne Wayne,
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing,
And you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
'Cause the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And if you look high, you see that I'm gonna be in it
The sky is the limit,
Buck Ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it,
Switching lane faster than she switch subject,
Tell a bitch don't talk to me,
And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free,
And I hate when a nigga say talk is cheap,
'Cause I'm the type to let money talk for me,
My flow is art, unique,
My flow can part a (sea),
The only thing on a mind of a shark, is eat,
By any means, and you're just sardine,
I got the 40 cal. Tuck in my p.r.ps.,
What do you expect, I'm from New Orleans,
And majority of my city is (rowdy),
They tried to make a brand new map without us,
But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars,
And no matter how you change it, it will still be ours,
And I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And I'mma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
Because the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,
Cause the sky is the limit,
And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
Use your head, or I'll take it off ya shoulder,
Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting on the living room sofa,
(that's fucked up, ha ha)
And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
Use your head, or ill take it off ya shoulder,
Mail it to your mom, put a dozen of roses, (Now that's fucked up)
And I'm a G,
And you ain't gotta know (the alphabets) to (C),
I know that my whole city is depending on me,
And I forget a lot of shit, but I could never forget the streets,
So you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,
Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
Because the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And If you look high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,
'Cause the sky is the limit,
They tell me don't get high, and not to try to make a living,
I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing
'Cause the sky is the limit,
Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit,
Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
Weed and syrup is the combination
And the inspiration
As for you pussy niggas
I just realize you can f**k with me and you never will
Bitch ass niggas, weezy f. baby believe dat, haha, yeah
I got them 24 inches sittin on the joe buddens
In the trunk straight jumpin
Bitch I can't hear nuthin
And I might do the spurs sittin on them tim duncan
And in the Lambourgini I do donuts like dunkin
Canary bad bitch with a pussy wanna f**k em'
But I just feed em' girls and watch em' f**k each other
My neck was 100 and my wrist was another
And make her pussy wet I leave that bitch with a puddle
On my beats I'm a dog I should rap wit a muzzle
Peyton manning flow I just go no huddle
Baby girl gettin straight dick no cuddle
You know I'm out this world
I just brought a space shuttle
I'ma put some d's on that bitch
And these hoes starting to get like fleas on my shit
Have you seen her? who? nina she's on my hip
Yellow white diamonds call em' cheese on my grits
You niggas ain't ballin real talk you niggas can't guard me
Two niggas can't gurad me you lookin at jordan
From the side like spike at the garden
I got the hardest bars just call me the wardin haha
Yeah excuse me pardon I break a bitch down like tonya harden
Bitch I'm cole not dude off martin
Pockets just fat like the clumps and norbit
Bitch I'm fly like the magic carpet
And bitch I'm fresh like a pack of orbitz
See I'ma take it back to new orleans
And bitch I'ma shine in the land of darkness
And which I'ma grind till my stacks is as tall as a wall is
And I'm high don't wanna know how deep the fall is
No I can't come down
And everytime I send my girl out of town I put some d's on that bitch
Im a certified gansta haters make me nauseous
And the money makes me anxious
Listen how my words are poet like langston
Dreads down my back like I come straight from kingston
But I come from hollygrove 17 danger zone
So many c notes I can sing a song
T-top coupe lookin like a thong
Gurl on my dick she treats it like a bone
I don't wanna be right if gettin high is wrong
My eyes so low it look like I come from hong kong
Boy I got more green than a bitch with don juan haha
Ok I'm not a rookie I'ma pro
Methasene fiend, make the homies say ho!
And make all the girlies scream
I am a vegetarian and I only eat beats
Wear alot of carrots and I smoke the best greens
No beef in my grocery bag just some swishes
And a whole bunch of cans of whoop ass haha
I'm strapped like a bookbag
So anyone of ya'll can come and get a foot tag
D.o.a ride all night sleep no way
Sleep when I lay six feet deep and until that day
I'ma be living like it is that day
Yeah, I keep holding on, I say bitch I been hot
Bitch the stove been on
If you don't like it I roll over and roll alone
F**k you and the horse you rode in on
Yeah so cool shorts and my kobe's is on
Lookin slicker than the lane that you bowling on
If they didn't tell you I'm the shit
Then they told you wrong
Bitch I'm bubbling like soda foam
In the styrofoam cup
You whats in my styrofoam what
S-y-r up thats my car yup
Damn She Bad
Damn She Thick
And I May Not Know Perfect But Damn She It
And She Thick And She Right
Damn She Nice
You Can Be My Judge Baby... Yeah I'll Do Life
Gimme Life
And I Know That You'll Be Dancing 'Til Your Toes Hurt
But I Can Make Your Toes Curl I Can Make Your Soul Jerk
We Can Soul Search
And I Also Got That Street Credit I Got More Work... Than Any Dude... You... Knew
Girl I Am A Blood *SUR*
I Hear You Want Somebody You Can Call Boo
I Will Change My Name To Boo And Fuck Around And Call You
Now What You Wanna Do?
Because... Whatever That May be Baby I Want Do That Too
And Oh I Could G.P.S. You Now What You're Going Through
And Like A Pair Of Wet'N'Sticky Vickies Girl I'm On You
OK Ma The Mood Is So Right
Light 2 And Take Flight
My Nigga T.I. Is The King I Am The Prince... You're Knight..Right
You Don't Need A Superman... You Just Need A Man Like Weezy
[Ciara:]
Baby
[Lil Wayne:]
And I Can Make You Feel The Same Way
We Can Postpone And Stay Home Like A Rain Date
She'll Have The Salad Just Put Her On Wayne's Plate
What You Know 'bout Having Syrup Poured On That Pancake?
Nasty As I Wanna Be... But Nasty As You Like Me Too... B
I Hope You Like Me Too But Now You Know I Like You Too
3 A.M. Room Service... Serve You
You Can Be My Dessert... My Caramel Sherbet
Call Your Mama We Can Make A Baby
And The Way You Work The Mic In The Video Is So
[Ciara:]
Crazy
[Lil Wayne:]
And The Chair Or Stool Move Was Cool
You Make Me Wanna Ooh
But I'm Be Cool I Need A Moment
I Think You are The Finest Human On Earth
We Can Get Together I Can Help You With That Homework
Take Your Ass To School Too Boo
Teach You All The Rules You Never Knew
We Need A Moment
I Can Be Your Future
I Can Be Your Teacher
Be Your Proffessor... Write Down This Lecture
You Want Some Extra Credit? Lemme Check Your Homework
I Can Be Your Tutor And Help You With Exams
No Feelings? Or It's Summer Time For You
You Got Them Goodies And I Got A Sweet Tooth
Now Can yall Blame Me?
Shit... Hov Got B And I Just Want C
See I Just Want To See If You're Taller Than Me
Naw Really I Wann' See If You are Mrs. Carter To Be
Yeah I Know This Is Pretty Awkward For Me
But I Just Act Like You Are Talking To Me When You Say
[Ciara:]
Ooohhh...
I Mean Everything That I Say...
From The Bottom Of My Heart...
I Would Never... Never Ever... Hurt You.
I Open My Heart... Open My Heart
[Lil Wayne:]
Believe That.. And I Agree That
Open Up Your Heart To Me And You Won't Get Your Key Back
Miss Ciara You Are Colder Than Blue
And Baby I Ain't Talking To Nobody Else But
[Ciara:]
You...
There's Nothing I Won't Do Baby...
To Spend My Life With You...
I Give My Life To You...
I Promise That I Will Never Lie... Oh
[Lil Wayne:]
Ayyy Sweetheart...
Ay, I Don't Care What Nobody Say Real Niggas Gonna Show Respect
Ya Dig!
Ayy Darling You are All That...
Whatever That Is...
I'd Sure Like To Know
Ha Ha!!
Let Me cut That Out
But Straight Up Mama...
I Just Did This Ma Because You Deserve It, young carter
And who i be? Weezy Baby, and honey please, say the baby,
And I got em on they knees, saying baby,
Im a goodfella, they bout to make me
But I been made ho, I been paid ho,
I spent 2000 dollas on these shades ho'
I'm red hot, I'm ice cold
I got enough cheese, keep me out that mice hole
I got nice hoes, I got bad bitches
Yea, Daddy's rich I got their bitches
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we drink? (drank)
That lean (lean)
Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
And what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
Back for the M*tha F*ckn title its your idle,
Get money 'til I die, got my hand on the bible
I'm a scrap what I'm writing wit a hand full of rifle
If ya man feelin Eifel, Imma make his ass leeeeaaan
Yeeah, 60 grand cut the lights on, 40 grand for the floor cut the mic on
Thats right ho, Hawaiian punch sprite so purple wit the 'tuss
Bitch I'm on that leaaaan,
Yeah, and I'm on that green
Won a championship I'm still on that team
Yeah, and I'm ya woman's dream,
And If ya feelin' cold man Imma blow that steam (PFFFF)
Hah, and I'm so damn clean
These leaves cost a stack, that's throw back jeans
You wouldn't know that you don't roll like me
We in the building everything cool until i scream (yeah)
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we drink? (drank)
That lean (lean)
Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
And what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
Ridin' in the caddy mo'
Blowin like sachmo
I'm highly strapped low
Baby go from what ya know
Tinteds turn pictures change new photo different frame
Money up, champagne, still posin', same game
Cash money still, do it for the money
Gotta black car, grey car, gas car, green car
Backyard theme park, front yard car show
I'm somewhere in the house
And it's like where's waldo?
Ten bricks straight powder air cargo
Weezy F. straight hustlin' no barcode
You don't know what my heart holds, straight fuel
Take ya bitch from the club make her ass a mule
Put some weight on her back make her ass move
She give daddy money back that's a fast move
40 G's one chain, that's a man jewels
45 for the Jag dude
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we drink? (drank)
That lean (lean)
Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
And what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
Uh, smooth out my mansion to my whip
I leave the bullshit inside wit my bitch
I move the heavy ass gun from my hip
Then I sit the same heavy ass strap on my lap
I'm steady as crack wit the strap
I'm heavy as da-white but Dwayne not fat
I'm right like Betty and the fetti is the facts
The Birdman Junior holla back where ya stack
I'm just tryin' to let my hair back
And chill where they got some air at, Ya hear dat?
Champagne clear liquor put that beer back
Got work so cheap it's on Sears racks
Holla at me on the low I take care of that
And feds buy mixtapes yeah I'm aware of that
But this here is the suffix you scared of dat
When you get shot you know where ya at
I'm from de cocaine era, packs in my stroller,
Two beepers and a flip, startech Motorola,
Bally silts? Kangol tilts,
Stand straight when the boss talkin, hush yo lips,
My affiliates contract hits,
I let da street declare war when you want dat beef,
Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride,
Loyalty came first and we dont switch no sides,
Imma savage on the block, nickel rocks, and heroin hopes,
I walked da ghetto like them, but I was takin my notes
Certified goon, the locks on standby
I just need a couple real niggas I can stand by (C.M.B.)
A bad bitch wit hips
And two niggas on the interstate takin them trips
Im into carrots like Bugs Bunny
Young Brisco, da New Cash Money
(Waaah) Reportin live from da booth,
Im killin these bitches, Young Wayne ??,
Untamed and loose, plus drank and juice,
I was once a spark, into a flame it grew,
I dont complain to you, dont complain to me,
Erbody got beef and I just came to eat,
Im in da game for D, if you in my lane I beat,
I been runnin this shit and i aint neva sprained my knee,
And guess who came home, Roney da OG,
He still on paper, nigga we neva free,
And fo my homie Streets imma twist one up,
He cant even hit da kush he gotta piss in da cup,
What is dis on my wrist, shit its sicker than uggh,
Yo Brisco, there aint a sky bigger than us,
Wats good im in diamonds is you tippin or what,
I took ya bitch and she aint comin back to work fo a month, Weezy!
Im in da all red slide spur?, sittin on Ashantis,
Wit a bad red bone dat look somethin like Ashanti,
Ok, Light brown, tan medina,
Wit a, light brown thick thing like Trina,
Um, you probably seen us,
Rippin da streets up wit no top between us,
Your so genius,
Dats my word you know I got you twin,
You a real nigga dog, thanks for lettin me in,
Yea, we in the game now and im bettin we win,
And im da rapper landlord just collectin my rent,
I put da house on lil Bris, he gon eat dis year,
stop fo da real niggas who aint see dis year,
Open ya eyes, open ya eyes, cash money has a new face,
And we go tie da shit up like a shoelace'
And dats me da young hood messiah,
Drought 3
Hear My Chains Haha
That Mean I'm Ballin Bitch
If Ya Didn't Know
If You Wasn't Informed
Or Somethin Like That
This Is Da Drought 3
And Um, Check This Out
Yeah Imagine Waking Up Out Ya Sleep To Them Pistols Blastin
And If The Witness Is Dead There's No Trial
If You Didn't Know Then Hoe Well Ya Know Now
And I Don't Mean Basketball When I Say I Don't Know Yao
Money Money Money Money Boost My Mor-Al
Play With My Money Money Money O.K. Co-Ral
I Like A Bitch With A Apple Bottom Like Vokal
The Top Is At My Fingertips Like I Ain't Got No Nails
I Got Blood Brothers Bitch I Ain't Got Pals
I Make A Girl Get Low Like I Ain't Got No L's
I'm A Paper Chasin Dog Check My Toenails
And I Never Miss A Game, No Shaq O'neal
More Like Brett Favre Just Like Brett Favre
I Been Shot 2 Times Just Wipe That Off
But I Thank You For Putting Me Right Back Lord
And To You Father I Would Give My Life Back For It
That Knife That Sword That Gun That War
Make Ya So Called Soldiers Just Run Like Gore
Yeah Frank that is From San Francis And I Got More Banana Clips Then Chimpanzees
1o Addresses And I Dresses, Like I Thinks I'm The Mothafuckin Best There Is
And I'm About To Bubble And She Catch That Fizz And I'm Straight From Clayborne Nigga Just Ask Liz
Check Ya Neck There Aint A Crook Like This
From The City Where The Judge Throw The Book At Kids
Burna In School In My Bookbag Hid, Talk Stupid At Lunch And We Havin Ya Ribs
If You Are Not Home Then We Havin Ya Kids
And If You Can't Come Up With Half We'll Send You Half Of Ya Kid
Back To The Board, An Extravagant Crib, I'm On The Toilet Watchin Martin Just Laughin & shyt
Don't Know Why I Get High, But I Get High, I Get High Like Every Single Day
We Do Shit That Them Other Women Can't, Maryjane What Is It You've Done To Me
I Pop A Beat And Start Rollin And Then I Smoke It Like A Mothafuckin Stogie
Pete pye Wrote It, I Was Rappin To The (Ding-Ding-Ding ??) Fuck It
Get High Screw The World And Thats That
I Need All My Funds Yeah, All My Money Baby
Black Diamonds And Pearls, Believe That
I May Bling Bling And My Chest Look Like A Mural
I'm Nuts, Just Call Me Squirrel
My Fetish Is The Girls, But The Women Not The Girls
Act Your Age Not Your Shoe Size Maybe We Can Do The Twril
I'll Be The Prince Of A Pearl tongue Earring In Her Pearl tongue
If She Come Let Her Girl Come, Give Her A Pill Give Her Girl One
Party time Excellent Yeah Wayne's World, Campbell's Soup On The Wrist Just Call Me Earl
Lil Ma Don't Shoot 'em Ya Heard, I Get High My Words Slur, I Start Callin 'em Mirl
Hey Mirl Light That Fur And I Know This Old But I'm Really Hot In Herre
I Went With The Phantom, My Niggas Copin Spurs
My Hands In The Pot, I'd Rather Eat And Stir
Its I Againt The World And I'm Strapped Yeah
I Bring All My Guns, Shoot Mothers, Fathers, Babies Damn
Black Hand Guns To Serve We Could See
But We Are So Blind To The Signs They Tryin To Lose The World
And We Will Walk Right Up With Our Guns Yup, Hand And Hand Yeah
[Wayne Intro:]
Py til I die (just because)
(laughs) ‘til I die
..piru
B's up
Bitch I'm me (yeah)
[Chorus:]
Young money is the label (Blah)
Let us in the door (Blah)
coming in this bitch all red to the floor
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (yeah)
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (yeah)
I got Bloods on stage (Blah)
Bloods at my shows (blah)
Fuck with my Bloods
got blood on your clothes
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (Blood Bitch)
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (get ‘em)
[Verse 1:]
Once again it’s on (laughs)
yeah I'm back in the booth (yeah)
stand at the top like a tac in the roof
still on these hoes like a mack in a suit
still on my toes not a crack in my shoe (let’s go)
Rappers talking about me
but I don't give a who? (fuk ‘em)
These niggas still lying
I'm the muthafukin truth (fuk ‘em)
Talk tough till I knock off your kuff
And I own my team
I'm like a Maloof (yeah)
They hatin on me
I'm just tryin to be weezy (ow)
Just like Young Jeezy in lambobinghini
(what up boy)
smoked out my mind baby
now I'm seein 3D (yeah)
Dope boy fresh from my fitted to my DC’s
All red so these hoes know who we B’z (B’z up)
We B's, Bloods, We B's
Pop, pop flow ya'll niggas sweet peas
getting high on a yacht call it see me
[Chorus:]
Young money is the label (Blah)
Let us in the door (Blah)
coming in this bitch all red to the floor
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (yeah)
I got Bloods on stage (Blah)
Bloods at my shows (blah)
Fuck with my Bloods
got blood on your clothes
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (yeah)
(c’mon)
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, I advance my flow (yeah)
and they must like that (yeah)
They like it so much
they say they write that (laughs)
Barking at the dog
but I don't bite back
I ain’t CPR I aint bringin they life back
(?) -- bad bitch on a bite back
Skittles on my wrist
yeah nigga the bright pack
I’m a shine, I live where the light at
Air force fly call me a night jet
Brand new coupe same color as the sky
The dash same too, y’all know I'm gon’ try
Cop pull me over y’all know I'm gon’ lie
They go up in my trunk y’all know I'm gon’ fry
Them niggas throwing salt all over my fries
So I’m a just walk all over them guys
Niggas throwing darts never hit the bulls eye
Young money bitch new Orleans east side
[Chorus:]
Young money is the label (ha)
Let us in the door (yeah)
coming in this bitch all red to the floor
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
I got Bloods on stage (Blah)
Bloods at my shows (blah)
Fuck with my Bloodz
got blood on your clothes
I'm blooded Soo Woo
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
(yeah)
[Verse 3:]
Yeah,
Been around the world
rep the same thang
Been around the world
it’s the same gang
B'z up, B'z up flame gang
(braa braat braaat braaat)
Bang, Bang
I told my homie streetz
You can't sleep on life
So he popped the X pill
and didn't sleep all night (yeah)
I ain’t worried ‘bout you
I'm just trying do me
Last album did 2
I'm just trying do 3 (go)
I am what every pair of eyes are to see
Bitches wish they could just call and order me
my momma used to tell me just get a 9 to 5
Cash money made her say never mind I'm fine
(B's up!)
[Chorus:]
Young money is the label (yeah)
Let us in the door (yeah)
We coming in this bitch
all red to the floor (just because)
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
(just because)and I'm blooded Soo Woo (yeah)
I got Bloods on stage (Blah)
Bloods at my shows (blah)
Fuck with my Bloodz
got blood on your clothes
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (Soo Woo)
(Soo Woo)
Py ‘til I die
Yeah, yeah
Py ‘til I die
Piru to Damu
(Yeah) (laughs)
[Chorus]
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
[Birdman]
Yeah, hustlin on my city streets
Tryna get a whole ki (i bought my frist ki, my first ki)
In 93 and we was gettin 'em like for 25
Columbian connect, homey we was gettin fly
We on the grind and our nuts got bigga
And every day we in the muthafuckin hood our guns got bigga
Stuntin on them niggas, gettin money stayin fly every day a nigga spendin
Ridin 25s and we blazin gettin high, nigga showin off his ride
Crusin through the beach nigga rollin in them bimmers
Them people pull me over hatin cause they can't see us
Know i got the money (laws won't leave me alone)
Now they actin funny cuz they know a nigga strong
Money long and we comin
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
[Lil Wayne]
I ain't have to touch a piece of work since '94
I lost my daddy in '96 and started makin moves
In '98 (i got a brand new lexus coupe)
(now them laws won't leave me alone)
They pull me over, lock me up, i bail out on my own
I call my poppa on the phone, tell him cook up a zone
I leave a house with a pocket full of stones
Got them hoes slangin, hidin packs in they titties
Them small chest bitches gotta put it in they butt
(20s in them they can't fuck wit us)
I got so many hoes
(it's to the flow or i don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Man i got so much dough
(it's to the flow or i don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Weezy baby d boy
[Chorus:]
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
[Birdman]
And i ain't touch a mothafuckin ki since '04
And thats the word that we servin, look thats all we know
Them niggas talkin shit but we the niggas wit the cash flo'
(i still smoke that weed, smoke that smoke that smoke that weed)
And i'm back on the beach and we blowin out the whole beat
My ak mack eleven represent the 3
Gangsta like a mothafucka me and my homies
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, my nigga rabbit was a og
My momma husband thats what show me (my first ki)
Yup, then you know i had to be a hustla
I started sellin hubbers
I remember then
Back in december, it wuz winter
Like '89
Shit i must of been 7 goin on 8
And comin from da kitchen wuz a echo from all da base
And i aint talkin bout speakas umm mmm
I saw my daddy in there i would stare
But i wouldnt touch
But it wasnt because i didnt know enough
Shit..i jus knew too much
So i stop bein lazy, and i became creative
And i learned how to create it
And all dat pots for me!!!
So come see... or come eat
And i hope dat she is having da ride of her life
No red lights inside, jus a bare room wit green lights ummm mmm
Come on now
Who did you, where did you, why did you what did you think she was
Haahaaa thats ur hoe my guns of water help your garden grow...no
Yeah i know dat wuz crazy
But i think u are more crazy..yer
Than her
Cuz she is no daisy
Shit she jus pottery
Wit no seeds
So she cant eat
My heroes had da broads and da cars wit big ol' rims
And i could remember slangin, thinkin
I wanna be like them
Ever since i was little, ever since i was little
I lived life numb
It made so much since for me to run
When da 5-0 come
Cuz i aint dumb umm mmm
And dat shit i hated
Like early 90s late 80s
I wuz husltin as a baby
U can ask eagle street, about me
Ima g
Ever since i wuz little eva since i wuz little i tote my gun
Cuz it made no sense where i wuz from hmmm
To walk around wit none
Shit,nicca u would be crazy
Cuz niccas is crazy
And im a 80s baby
U should be proud of me
Cuz in dem streets
Im hot like da 80s
And my temperatures raisin
Im at 100 im blazin
Sumbody shower me
Please pret-ty please
You can call me wizzle or u can call me wayne
Man eitha one but its weezy baby for your slut
I told her weezy baby, i told her more than once
But she just say baby, she jus calls me baby
She jus screams out baby, when she's on top of me
And da sheets be stickin like pages
And da bed is so stanky
If she say dat is my baby, shit it is prossibly not for me
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em dogg
Cuz I know I ain't dreaming
I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy
Switching it up
Fuck it put them things on the truck
What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up
Hating me kinky licks talking so much
Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking
You want to
You ain't built to squabble with us
I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus
I drink your water up
Cool off I'm leaving with something
They leaving you something crop stolen
An asshole heard it
Hip on purpose
Dre I did what you told me
I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working
Keep me a burner
Poison that I grab in the morning
Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth
A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated
I keep waiting
I hear your name in the papers
[Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo]
They call me young as Weezy
I'm gon round up the whole uptown
We gon burn this bitch down to the ground
People understand that you're fucking with some motherfucking soldiers
Crazy-ass Petey
I'ma tell a nigga just like this
If you want it boy you sure can get it
You ain't heard
It's Cash Money and that Carolina nigga
They call me gangsta gangsta
Weezy, Weezy
Lil Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga
I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you nigga
Squad-ad squad up throw up the motto at you niggaz
You can mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga
And I'm so high
No I'm too high
But a little work on a few blocks
And I put a few skirts on a few blocks
If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box
Oh lordy there nobody like me shortie
I hold Cash Money myself it's me money
Old cats wants to test come see shortie
I got it all hot it in the pocket I'll pop it
I riding in a 'Rarri where the top is in my pocket
That's young Weezy baby
You see it's young Wayne
Game is ashamed and they say he's a pain
He is crazy deranged
Put them blades on his thing
Just like 80 to summer
So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something
So, when I come through the ladies praise me or something
Like, Weezy's the man
If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan
Cuz he's 500 Degreez
I need a fan, whew
Cool me off wipe me down
Daddy is back in town
With the back of my Caddy slanted down
And the mack goes +black+ if you ask around
Put some hash in that grass that you pass around
Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds
I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down
You can ask around
And they tell you like me
There ain't nobody like me
It's Weezy baby
Aiiyo see this is right here is Young Weezy nigga
Don't get it tangled and twisted
I'm in the studio right now nigga
With my boy
My nigga Boo in this bitch
My nigga hot boy album ya'know what I mean
500 Degreez
They all riding with ya boy
Fi-Fi
They gotta feel me
Birdman junior, number one stunna my partner
(feat. Nikki Minaj)
Goodmorning New York,
Good afternoon New Orleans,
Goodnight America,
This is Young Money...Nikki Minage
[Nikki:]
They dont make us to break us no im with tha bakers,
Im gettin bread wit Dread up in Jamaica,
Its them young stunnas,
Nikk and Lil Weezy,
Nikk-Im the chick that go get it like Jeezy,
Fallback cause I do this here,
Step ya bars up or ur through this year,
Yup, its onli right that the whole blocks there,
Hopped out the air in the blue and white layer,
Im here, Im lit, Long hair-Dont care,
Steady starin at my ear, cause my ear on glare,
Now its now hard to find me,
Top behind me,
You be Harry Potter, and I'll be Hermione,
Il be early,
Im girl the girl they,
Call the 1 like im my first birthday,
Im in that range rov,
Rockin that Kango,
That pussy real good, it tastes like Mango,
[Hook]
[Wayne:]
YA..dig
So i guess its my turn, and imma go at niggas heads like sideburns,
Big Phantom on the road, make a wide turn,
Big light, green buds, is what I burn,
Nikki since ive been rappin, this is what ive learned,
All these other niggas pussy like dry sperm,
And i knock this shit out like Tom Hearns,
If it aint abou money, Me no concern,
A paper chaser till my thigh burn,
And never give a bitch, what ive earned,
Fuck i look like?,
Im lookin for a bitch that can fuck right, cook right,
And if not, then left foot right,
Foot get tha steppin, Yeah bitch walk like..
And my hoes talk like "HssHswAsh"
And i just say "Right",
We don't fuss fight,
She is just..just....just right,
[Hook]
Ya Diggggggggg!?
Im on tour till my moneys like the bus height,
Ice lookin bright, see me comin like bus lights,
Weezy...
Nikki...Minage...
[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Nigga I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best
'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha
Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death
I'm already good I'm workin' on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen
Comin' through my neighborhood wit' 4's on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin'
Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin'
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday
We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid
Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi'
2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish
[Lil Wayne]
This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of... matchin' slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control I control the cruise
Yes... I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and
[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin' layin' here we stuntin'
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It's just the G in me and I'ma get it til I die daddy
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[music to fade]
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut Im Doin, Gettin Money, Wut We Doin, Gettin Money
Wut They Doin, Hatin On Me, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money Still The Company, And Bitch Im The Boss
And I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
[verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch Im Paid, Thats All I Gotta Say
Cant See My Lil Nigga, The Money In The Way
And Im, Im Sittin High, A Gansta Ride Blades
If You Aint Gone Ride Fly Than You Might As Well Hate
Shit I Gotta Eat... Even Though I Ate
It Aint My Birthday But I Got My Name On My Cake
Believe That, If Ya Mans Wanna Play
Imma Fuck Around And Put That Boy Brains On The Table
So Pick 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Let 'Em Lay
Where Im From We See A Fuckin Dead Body Everyday
Thats, Uptown, Throwin Stuff At 'Em
Niggaz Talk About Me Im Throwin Shots Back At 'Em
Bitch Im A Pipe, And She Like A Crack Attic
And She Saw Me Cookin Eggs And She Though I Was Back At It
I Grab The Keys, Hoe I Gotta Go
I Got My Motorcycle Jacket And My Motorcycle Loafs
[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut Im Doin, Gettin Money, Wut We Doin, Gettin Money
Wut They Doin, Hatin On Me, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money Still The Company, And Bitch Im The Boss
And I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
[verse 2: Birdman]
98's, 45 Paper Plates
10 The Whole Thang Big Money Heavy Weight
A Hundred Stacks, Spend 50 On A Caddy, 25 On The Pinky,
Bought A Pound Of Blow And Bounced Back
Magic Grills, Big Houses On The Hill
Got Them Hoes In The Kitchen All Cookin Pan Meals
Holla, Dollar After Dollar
Flippin Chickens Gettin Tickets Nigga Meet Me After Hour
Born Stunna, Uptown Hunter
3rd World G's Nigga Been About Money
Ice chains, Birdman Redmonkeys
White Tees Lots Of Jewels This Is Cash Money
You Now We Shine Every Summer, We Grind Every Summer
And This Is How We Spend Money
You See Them Bentleys And Them Lambs'
Them Ounces And Them Grams, Nigga We Was Born Hustlas
[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut Im Doin, Gettin Money, Wut We Doin, Gettin Money
Wut They Doin, Hatin On Me, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money Still The Company, And Bitch Im The Boss
And I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
[verse 3: Lil Wayne]
When I Was 16 I Bought My First Mercedes Benz
I Must'Ve Fucked A Thousand Bitches And They Girlfriends
White Leather, Hot New Bare Rims, Brand New Pistol With The Trigger Like A Hair Pin
Big Work, We Dont Need Scale Man, Big Papers Say G'mornin To The Mail Man
What'Cha Now Bout Putting Bricks In The Spare Man, I Can Stuff A Coupe Like A Muthafucken Caravan
Im In My Zone My Swag Is So Rare Man
You Lookin At The Chair Man
How You Want It, Show Me My Opponent....Show Me My Opponent
Im Still Ballin, A Bullet Gotta Get Me And I'Ve Never Been A Pussy Cause My Hood Never Let Me
A Made Nigga Got Made Niggas Wit Me
Ima Motorcyle Boy So Im About To Pop A Wheelie
[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut Im Doin, Gettin Money, Wut We Doin, Gettin Money
Wut They Doin, Hatin On Me, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money Still The Company, And Bitch Im The Boss
And I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
[x2:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Veerom Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Cash Money Still The Company And Bitch Im The Boss
Bitch im back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
Two tables and a mic,
Tell the Dj run it back,
Bitch im back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
If you fuck wit Younh Money,
Yougn Money where you at?,
Like the energizer bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that drummer keep drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat,
Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum,
Im so young but im a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
Just bought a new crib, And insides so dumb,
Got some money put away, incase the hurricane come,
Im a fuckin shame huh? yea i know yea i know,
I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes,
And i go out my way just to get my dro and my doe,
Cause, I love it more than i do my hoes yes i doess,
I got gasoline comin out my pours,
Imma torch,
I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch,
And a porshe,
I got license for tha scortch,
Snipers at your porch,
Rifles by the forts,
And we shoot up courts,
The judge juss a bitch,
The jury suck dick,
Im a eastside blood,
And i dont smoke that crip,
I smoke that kutch,
First name Bubba,
First names Young,
Last name Stunna,
Carter in the office,
Take notes when im talkin,
Smooth as a cruz boat floats when im walkin,
I boast cause im ballin,
I boast to be ballin,
When im on the phone wit bitches man the money keep callin,
You aint satisfied till ya son'll be callin,
Tellin you where to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna zombie mover instead,
Thats when you walk in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a shit where i stand,
Where i stand...and watch you pussies piss in ya pants,
You aint a man your a hoe,
I can kill him with the flow,
And then play the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big guns so they drinkin big shots,
And my gam go Saddam Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain call me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i dont know karate, but after the brain, i kick you out,
You niggas suck like tony romo, no homo,
And im all about my money, i get paid for promo yeaa,
Im the man in this bitch, they say money talks wel..
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i ever jump, il prolly land in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe colder than my hand and my wrist,
Boy im more cooler than a fan and a mint,
And when im done this track we'll need a couple bandages,
I be wit savages and im above average,
Im a crazy ass star like a fuckin asterick,
You niggas cant see me, im on my casper shit,
Runnin so much game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
If love like a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna score like Deion after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin after dick,
And when my roll came down guess whut i did after it,
I popped and took some patrone shots,
I pop popped and took some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it , we chop chop,
Leave ya back on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there aint no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got that dro, i got them pills, i got that yay,
(feat. Juelz Santana)
[Intro]
Now this is what they've been waiting for
Ya dig, Santana
Weezy F.
Ay Wayne
What up man
What you been workin' on nigga?
Oh you know, I got Currency's new album
And prolly workin' on my album, ya dig
Oh I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too nigga
That's what it is
But dig this, they wanna know what we been workin' on together
That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit" they know that
So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide
Guess what, we already did
[Juelz Santana]
I'm feelin' like a black Republican
Naw, I can't call it
More like a black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office
Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it
The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen, on ya
I protect my land like a farmer
Pockets stay chubby like Tikara
Or should I say fat like the Parkers
Tote big guns like I'm still playin' Contra
Y'all washed up like money that's laundered
Y'all funny, I'm bonkers
Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness
Rock star, flier than an ostrich
And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass
I shall shine forever, never tarnish
Money buried behind my house like a garden
All green, my bank account's like a forest
I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started
And Weezy is my accomplice, ya dig
A black activist like Sonny Carson
Stripes of a sergeant, salute me
And chicks, I get 'em high
Higher than turbulence is
White Phantom, lookin' so Fergielicious
I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims
Its get rich, go to jail and be a murder victim
Now all y'all listen
If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen
[Lil Wayne]
I feel like a black Republican
Tote a mac in a publican
Act so southern n' die for my brethren
Money, money, money
Like money Mac and publishing
One life to live, never ask for a mulligan
Streets cold but the heat makes me feel comforted
Been done had cake they late like Ed Sullivan
Fly like an eagle but no I'm no Donovan
Boy you better go eat some soup with your momma'nem
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parkin' lot pimp I just politick
But I get all in her mouth like polident
New always represent it to the inner
Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer
The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga's ass up like he got somewhere to be
[Outro]
And we wanna let the world know
This is not a diss song either people
We don't diss them we dismiss 'em, ya dig
Recognize or step aside, ya dig
We let the music talk, Draught 3
And by the way, it's Santana, I'm back
It's Weezy!
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards 'cause you can't face yourself
Assholes
DipSet for life
Cash Money, whaddup
You Know While Your Mother Is Cooking The Macaronni
Today I Figured Id Sit Down And Talk To You Since Your Old Enough.
You Know Its Time That You Really Realize What This Family Is All About
Cause About This Time Is When Your Gonna Be Able To Join In
And Earn Some Real Money And Real Cash But Before You Do That
I Wanna Teach You A Little Bit About Loyalty,
The Main Name Of This Game Is Respect And Loyalty.
Family Is A Big Thing When We Do This Kind Of Business
Everything Is With Respect And When A Family Member Gets Outta
Line And Another Family Dont Like It One Thing Leads To Another
And The Next Thing You Know, Your Gone And Then Your Just A Memory Of Me,
My Hearts Broke Then, But You Gotta Remember Theres Always Family And Loyalty,
Loyalty Is The Main Thing. Obviously You Know I Dont Make My Money,
I Dont Make All My Cash From Uh Construction Jobs We Do And
Uh Sanitation And Private Stuff Is All Earned Money Through The Family
And Since Your Of Age Now I Think Its Time I
Taught You What Coming Into The Family And Respect Is All About.
So The First Thing You Gotta Learn Is The Name Respect,
Tha Means You Dont Cross Nobody You Dont Go Over The Line,
Once You Go Over That Line Theres No Coming Back Whether
Youre A Member Of The Family Or Not.
Thats When People Get Whacked And We Dont Want Nobody Whacked In Our Family
So I Gotta Teach You The Proper Way Of Respect.
When Youre Earning Money, Everybody Earns, Everybody Eats Bread.
Its All About Cash Money Thats What Its All About Making The Money.
So The First Thing Of Business Is This, You Remember Your Name,
You Dont Forgets Your Roots.
You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Thats Above You Especially Your Capo
Especially The Big Time Guys, Those Are The Guys You Listen To.
You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Unless Your Told To Unless You Get The Okay.
And If There Is No Sit Down Theres Nothing.
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Verse 1 - Birdman]
I't filthy rich wit quater keys in the kitchen on 'em
The Block is hot, but we still here gettin it on 'em
And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these niggas act a fool and we'll be quick to put
it on 'em
Them tear drops homey we so not
The nigga to fuck wit cause we will pop
.40 cal keep cocked nigga ready to block
Keep a gun, extra clip homey
that's how we rock
Like father like son daddy we don't borrow
We stay on the grind homey cause we grind harder
And fuckin wit me homey you won't like
You'll be the next t-shirt we ya hood all night
We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus came home and I told him to shave but he was tellin me 'bout these pussy niggas back in the
80's
Baby
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Listen
Birdman put me on when i was just eleven
He was my teacher so i was like fuck the lesson
He was my preacher so i was like fuck the reverend
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil
My mother Cita now say that he was sent from heaven
So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Young Stunna
[Birdman]
Yeah
I'm out here homey pitchin the game
And yes i do the whole thang nigga give me my change
Yes we do them old thangs out the brand new Range
Lil nigga like his father homey doing his thang
We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and cocked
Every nigga im my circle homey ready to pop
We be ridin drops tops that's just how we rock
And I'll be rollin in the phantom thru my uptown blocks
Nigga
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Lil' Wayne Speaking Thru chorus]
Alright, Money on my mind
Look, I..I..I..I hear you niggas whisperin'
I..I say whisperin' cause you niggas ain't hollering about shit
Ho, Puss Ass Niggas
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Look,
Birdman Jr. Fuck the world pops
And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops
Stay strapped and lace like girls' socks
Stay dapped and Drapped like a birthday cake
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sippin on wooey when we thirsty
Ya know
I do believe the money's cursed me
So I pray to GOD that the devil don't murk me
Lil' Wizzle but you bitches call me first place
Poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space
You niggas is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face
Worst case senario, burial
Two tone Carera like mascara
That G-4 take ya boi where ever
Like Father, Like Son The Era
Nigga
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Hook: Birdman]
We got the diamond in the back (Yea)
Tinted rolled up (Yea)
Blowin' out the pound
In a brand new truck
Where ya at wit' it?
Let's go and get it
If you a real d-boy
Money over bitches
[Intro over the hook]
Yea, this one here for uptown
I know we lost a lot that we gon' never get back
All the time, but it's a must that we do this here homeboy
Yea, uptown already nigga!
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Slap a bitch wit' a pound and a ki
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street
Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat
Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats
Twenty on a bike, third world peace
Two on the yaucht, million on the fleet
Fo' five fo' a pound of that leaf
A hundred dollaz for a chopper on the streets
We uptown, we gon' ride 'til we die nigga
We stay fresh, get money stay fly nigga
Ain't nuttin' changed I ride them skinny tires
Wit' the candy on the slab, on the buttons wit' them twenty-fives
From no money nigga, now we talk Ca$h Money
From lil' money nigga, now we talk big money
From no nothin' now we all sayin' somethin'
Mo' money nigga, mo' money nigga
[Hook] - 2X
[Verse 2: Birdman]
What it do H-Town?
Wha's up B-Town?
Wha's up A-T-L?
Chea
Hit the town in a Phantom and a G
Wit' two pounds, two broads and a suite
Two toned everything a nigga see
Burnin' rubber in these motherfuckin' streets
Made man, ol' head taught me
Like father, like son we a G
Sixty-four seventy-eight tiger seats
Ol' school drop tops on the beach
Birdman, we do this 'cuz we stunnas
Ain't nuttin' changed in them brand new Hummas
Hood rich, we do it fo' the numbas
Tha fo' fives and the tens and the hundreds
Two fifteen nigga talkin' cash shit
Got a hundred from my bitch she a badd bitch
Money won't change nigga neva average
That's why I'm livin' this bitch so lavish
[Hook] - 2X
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yea nigga
We been blowin' out the pound all day hustlin'
Ya heard me?
And this is how we get down at the end of the night
After all that grindin'
Shit
I'm in the club, hoez showin' love
Nigga know we got it, that's why they wanna plug
Pussy poppin' shit, like they wanna thug
Knowin' they ain't 'bout it and them clips gon' bust
I got stacks, that's jus' how it is
Boy Mack supa fly in a Coupe Deville
And got birds in the field
Grindin' all the time
Tryna get a mill'
Neighborhood superstar, third world gangsta
I put mines in, did a lil' more thinkin'
Shine in the summer
Minx in the winter
Ice year round
Twenty on the pinky
Damn my town
Went down sinkin'
Made my rounds
Bounced back bankin'
Neva fold
That's what make me
Make the money
Don't let it break ya
[Hook] - 2X
That's what it do nigga
We better hustlaz than you nigga
Money longer than yours lil' nigga
Believe that
One hundred
Wha's up Weezy baby?
Them niggaz can't see us man
We barely can see us, ya heard? {*fades out*}
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard... she said
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard...
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I get money hoe fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Straight out the slaughterhouse straight out the dragon's mouth
Fire you can't put out tires are standin' out
The coupe look pigeon-toed I be in a different mode
I be wit' them different hoes No I mean them different hoes
I mean them Weezy bumbaclot different hoes
And as far as terrific goes
They kiss that dick wit' no mistletoes
Diamonds and pearls and pussyholes snortin' coke til they nose bleed
I'm sittin' high on them inches I'm in the nosebleeds
I'm on a paper chase until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed
I put 'em in ya head and watch the holes bleed
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed
Now that's coldbleed I mean cold blooded
And I'm so southern that's why my leather so soft
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga
We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga
Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks nigga
Know we 'bout that money and we stackin' like books nigga
Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga
We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga
Rolls Royce ganishes and asses by the beaches
Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga know we 'bout that cheddar nigga
Know I got a tommy gun gave one to my young'n son
And we got it together
Forty-seven fifty-one you gon' hear us when we come daddy
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
You see the paper gon' come if not I'm gon' get it
I gotta die wit' money 'cause I wasn't born wit 'it
It was 9-27-82 baby do Charity
Hospital aka the city zoo no pity due to
No one nobody not all man
They dropped us in the game and everybody's tryna ball
And the small hand'll touch ya the large hand'll cut ya
But until that day I'll be a motherfuckin' stunna... nigga
[Birdman]
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for my dawgs
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for y'all
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for me nigga
Ball 'til I fall that's the way it's gon' be nigga
Up in the early I done did it for sunshine
Candy on the paint everytime I touch mine
Nine stay cocked 'cause I'm good wit' firin' mines
Alligator wit' the suede ridin' them 25's
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[music to fade]
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
Yeah (Take a picture) Click click
(Take a picture) click click
(Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin'
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
Started on a corner now a nigga 106
Heroin ain't quiet nah you can't quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine
You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours
I Fifty-carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores
When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack
'Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe
If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece
A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease
You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard
Put Ross on the front just to front hard
Cash Money money comin' on freight liners
Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
We got the swine wit' the suede on top
The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops
The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock
And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots
Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock
Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
Them niggaz poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another till dropped
250 on the grill spent the same on the watch
Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock
I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights
I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night
Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright
Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
Big Money Heavyweight nigga that's my life
Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers 12 years old
Maan I swear to God I was 12 years old
My mama didn't know and Stunna ain't know 'bout it
'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket
Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off
Them niggaz runnin' up the terminal we takin' off
They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga I mack hard bitch I'm a bad boy
Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars
You know my name baby that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby
And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby
I tell 'em fuck 'em girl
18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world
Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent a check yet off Tha Carter 2
I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you?
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[music to fade]
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich
You fuckin' wit' a winner but I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a money maaan so where the dollars at
?? beat that until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
[Chorus - Lil Wayne - 2X]
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin'
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch
Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip
Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'
It ain't about what'cha makin' it's about what ya totin'
Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Young'n get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch
Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops
Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap... yeah
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be
If they ain't wit' us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin'
[Lil Wayne]
Money money money is my intuition
Money over bitches such an easy decision
Young Money money men monster militia
Hardbody these niggaz boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya
Them .380 snapshots now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' Baby pay me
My 9-to-5 is overrated I'm on that grind hoe
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother
And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your scalp gets killed
[Hook x2]
Gangstas and pimps
Love lobsters and shrimps
Kool-Aid and chicken
Flashy things and women
All I need
Is Remy and weed
Somebody not afraid
To go some for my Escalade
[Lil Wayne]
I'm just pimping
Baby you got a rule for me
Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me
Hey you gotta get high and go low for me
It's Cash Money young money never know money
It's 500 Degreez it's not fool
But it and the dro got me so scummy
And to drum hole a whole hundred
Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy
Hehe, man Weezy's a legend
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in this bitch hold your pictures
And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me
Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me
And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it
This is game at its finest homie
Peep it
[Hook]
[Baby]
See I was born from a gangsta
Pa gave me a whip
Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents
One of a kind Birdman I shine
22's on it?
The bitch ain't mine
I taught her the game ma
I gave it all to her
Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him
[Lil Wayne]
The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna
[Baby]
Mannie Fresh
Jazze Phezzy this our summer
500 Degreez got rich off the four
Cadillac slant back cut side elbow
Cadillac smoke dro just me and the ho
Flash from hard times from that coke and dope
Put cars in moms name just to duck white folks
We eat lobster and shrimp
Nigga park that Lambo
I'm a V.I.P. nigga
Pop bottles of Mo
I pray that one day I'll open a better door
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Ain't no mountain high enough
To me for cuz I keep on buying fi-fi stuff
And the Eastside where we pump
It's my part of New Orleans
Bleed for ya I'm the heart of New Orleans
Hear you're fucking with a gangsta foe
Hope you never close your eyes I'll bang your ho
All she need is some guidance I'll tame your ho
It's big pimping over here man yeah man
If she looking for a daddy see the lil man
Weezy baby, don't fool yourself you need me baby
Easy baby, I'm just trying to keep my bread cheesy baby
Slick when I spit shit right
26-inch got a deep-dish ma
Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by
Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly
Weezy I, hell yeah
And I'm rolling with them
[Hook x2]
Yeah...Yeah
Check me out man..Yeah
[Lil Wayne]
Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers
Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up
We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless
And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous
Shit I guess I ain't it
You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay
where the worms stay
I spit it for my nigga's sake
I spit it for myself a long time ago
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos
I'm so straight I'm pointin
The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment
Baby boy the president now
Shit you gotta make an appointment
Two record labels
You should come join 'em
Do check the label
And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up
[Birdman]
Yeah...
Nigga playin, doing about 180
Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade
Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky
G4 whenever, fly in any weather
Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers
Million on the floor
Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow
And don't think about the past
A little water came, now we floatin on everything
Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin
Niggaz puttin it in for the change
So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on
I'm on the side with that bling
And outside, got them thangs
Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Naw, don't fuck with that dogg
Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off
And I'm coming back hard
Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off
I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it
With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it
Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty
And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci
[Birdman]
Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty
Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound
Duffle bag full of cash when I come around
The lil' homie got the game so I put him down
Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown
Like father like son, got it off the mound
Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds
Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns
[Chorus]
[Birdman] (over chorus)
Yeah nigga,
Un-fuckin-believable
I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga
You know, they mouth like they ass
Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me
Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga
And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me
Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back
Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas
Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world
[Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
[Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm out 'chea you niggaz done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me
But them niggaz won't touch not a part of me bet on it
Them niggaz belong in a sorority ain't that a bitch
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop fuckin' wit' them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera
You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come got her done never caught without one
Niggaz wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop no I need a counselor
And I'm here you are gonna need a chopper
And I'ma need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
Niggaz ain't fuckin' wit' the boy them niggaz softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy yes I walk wit' the maggy
I tell him park in a alley and leave 'em parked in the alley
Niggaz talkin' about me but they ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong
'Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul
Make a real nigga bring it back to '92 dog
Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim wit' them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come bitch you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Thirty shots in the clip niggaz let's trip
Line 'em up put 'em down on the guest list
These niggaz 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'ma take the shit as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole niggaz seem plenty bold
Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole
Them niggaz hoes really doe
I would swing down there wit' any O Forty-Fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a nigga have to come back like wit' the smack
Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Young desperado straight out the grotto
I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know?
Nigga I been gettin' my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets... check my bio
I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts... cashews
But I'm so DC like fat shoes
I skate away... like later dudes!
Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped... I made it move
Respect me nigga I'm a dog... no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that... fall back
[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me
Nigga... how you want it ?? coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you runnin' naked like an old school
And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin'
And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me
That 40 cal'll get you ??
This shit is funny to me
All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
I had 'em as lil' niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz
Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga
Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money
And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thang
Still gettin' money still spendin' change
We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
Nigga... yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Biznite... Biznite...
Nothing but it
I'm dippin' in a black milleny benny sittin on twentys
Top off when the city's windy me and pretty Cindy
She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she sippin remy
I'm Iceburg nuttin but whenny all the way to my tinny
I'm hotter than a semi' cause this girl she
and plus my head is spinnin from drinkin this fifth of Henney.
I stop at any deli cause this freakin with her penny
and aint no tellin how many she umm already been in.
We get inside the room and she gigglin plain grinnin
Slowly the lights dimmin and I'm slippin on my jimmy
I'm feelin with her titties this is only the beginnin
I stick it in her kitty now she screamin come on gimme
I'm flippin this chick over and I caught her slowly bendin
I'm hittin got her twistin this is my ninny you hear me
And when its time to quit I got her soakin wet and drippin
She asked me for a kiss ah... .
Biznite is you trippin
Biznite is you trippin
What
Biznite is you trippin
What
Biznite is you trippin
He he he Wha..
You nothin but a sack chasin cock chasin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
cuz all I wanna do is hit it from... I don't even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
if your baby come out saying wha.. I aint the pa
I ride up in a Porshe Boxter see this fox her name was Tasha
I got her when I stopped her at McDonalds with her partner
I jocked the way she rocked her lil Versasce and her Prada
I'm Iceberg (?? ??? ??)
I jot her my phone number later on gave me a holla
I popped up by her mamas so her nigga wont know nada
She took thirty minutes play me like a some kinda coward
Now hopped up in my car and started talkin bout her doctor
She said she started ridin it in her babys fathers Honda
She wish that he would trade it in and cop a brand new Mazda
I'm drivin to the (??) to the back and put the top up
I roll down all the windows put the car in function "watch the"
I tried to touch her thigh she moved my hand and said ah ah bro
It took five minutes to bang then you know she propper
I'm knockin out her brains
We got the car shakin' and rocklin'
She asked me for a kiss ah...
Biznite whats your problem
Wha..
Biznite whats your problem
Wha..
Biznite whats your problem
Wha...
Biznite whats your problem
Wha...
You nothin but a sack chasin cock chasin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
cuz all I wanna do is hit it from... I don't even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
there was this stoofy name was Lucy came up to me at the movies
said she just saw Balla Blockin and thought that I was cute
and but you and baby too can still come over early Tuesday
I just bought a new mansion just finished it and my movie
I knew she was a new from head to shoulder she was Gucci
And me I'm Iceburg Tom and Jerry Darryl Goofy
She say "oo" it would be so nice and usually she would do it
But lately she been (?? ??) just came from institution
I say that's cool cuz I don't really wanna have to shoot him
I gave the braud the pager number and said that she should use it
As soon as I flew by in that navy and baby blue six
She beeped and left a message that she come up with a solution
I scootin a run through straight to my house I wont be foolish
She had no bathin suit and then want me to see her booty
I oozed it in her coochie when she got in my Jacuzzi.
She asked me for a kiss ah...
Biznite is you stupid
Biznite is you stupid
what
Biznite is you stupid
What he he he what
Because your nothin but a sack chasin cock chasin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
cuz all I wanna do is hit it from... I don't even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
if your baby come out saying wha.. I aint the pa
you're a sack chasin cock chasin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
cuz all I wanna do is hit it from... I don't even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
if your baby come out throwin up "W"'s I aint the pa nigga.
UMMMMM
UMMMMM
Check
What?
What?
Let's go, nigga (Where you at, Wheezy?)
You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick
or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas
We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons
We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats
Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!"
I flash the Mack in front of your gal and make her tell
Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"
It's Lil Wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga
Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga
If you out, you can find me on the street with the work
If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the work
Never slip - I empty half a clip deep in your shirt
And put your whole clique deep in the dirt
Smell me?
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with heaters
Let my nine-millimeters kill your peoples
Bust up in your house and put the gun to lil' Renita
Give me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her sneakers
Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smile
Me, Turk, G'z and ouch - chicka-POW!
How come these niggaz keep burnin the world
and why the hell this nigga Weezy keep firmin your girl?
Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley drop
Then I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'em
When you see them bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom
And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper
Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come
Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?
Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place
Blast the face, automatic attach to waist
You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad
There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head
A nigga either gon' get it right, or they get it at night
And when they spit it, lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice
Henny and ice is what I prefer but light on the rocks
I pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up your blocks
And if there's, coke involved then your throat's involved
I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'all
Me and my nigga Super Sosa, run up in your crib
while your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you (?) chances slim like Ethiopia
If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia
Recognize it's real and nuttin udder than that
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
You know them hoes love Weezy
Sticky, pimp small, long hair, big dick
Weezy bring to y'all
Don't y'all lip quit
Put your lips on this dick
Let me get on some livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be fuckin' the squad
I ain't got no loves for broads
I ducks and dodge
I grab 'em, on they butts and all
She fucks my dog
Slut sucks nuts and all
And nothin' small
This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall
Call my hoes to get salami, cuz they brush the balls
Let Weezy bust they jaws
Never have no picks and chooses
Cuz I hits and lose 'em
And go to the hotel and switch for ruggy
Like a hot, spicy, fire, project girl ta duck wit me
I'm so gangsta pussy chick don't wanna fuck wit me
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, start all over again
And work your jumpin'
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
That's right, act a fool bitch
Do what you do hoe
After I finish don't get up gotta let Weezy go
You get your props your pussy fire, girl you a pro
So when I'm speakin' I'm creepin' and come get some mo'
You better recognize, you better realize
This is the nigga Geezy, I ain't nothin' nice
Love when you reach out grab, stuff it straight your mouth
Start suck it 'til that middle come out
Ride me (ride me), put that dick inside you (inside you)
After that wiggle your ass and make that juice move
I'ma donkey (donkey), better yet a veteran (veteran)
At the same time I can fuck you and your best friend
The Number 1 Stunna, Baby you wit me
Bump in my head never let a bitch play me
Always get the tec nigga fuck 'em all
Wrap a chain 'round ya neck and walk it like a dog
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
A c'mon, Tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, and show me somethin'
Put that dick down bitch, start fuckin'
And do your jumpin'
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
See now when Lil Wayne put that dick down
Biznites can't even walk or even sit down
Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now
That Rum got me feelin' real good
The dick hard like real wood
I put it in slow and work it real good
This Lil nigga have a lot a sex
So do me slow, get out the Prada dress
Come when you wanted to like private jets
I'm on blast ma', why you take it slower than its fast time
Flip ya back over, make that ass right
Weezy make ya suck it then taste
That's how the pimp play
Make her friend eat me in this bitch up like shrimp plates
Bounce it in and put a rollin' on A.I. fish black
I got 2 more 'nites is you wit that
Fuck it let's go, when we pop out Lil Moe
Drop the top part of the 'Dro
Later on I'm touchin' the throat, bare wit it
Where them hot girls that like that nasty shit
Make'em act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Ya Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, then start fuckin'
And do your jumpin'
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Aw aw
Aw aw!
Aw aw!!
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin', black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see tha left hand buggin', nigga, respect it
But if you see tha left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin'
Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brotha
Jump out and shoot K's, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brotha
It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
Uhhh, hang up and try again
I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again
Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten
Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, fam
My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude VanDamme
About'chu, 'cause we don't play around
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
Take tha ground that you walk on
Tap tha phones that you talk on
Jam ya up and take your arms off
I hit you twice with tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your head fall off... fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what)
I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
numb-nut
I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what
I'm standin' there like all mine
Run through your click like a weak defensive line
Doggy fresh
You want war, nigga, let's beef... beef
We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets... streets
I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet
Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat
What ya.. know, I'm tha one from tha T.C.
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G)
On fire, nigga, label, that's a HB
And if I can't kill you.. killin' your family (family)
Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see
How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB
And I know you all know about Slim and B
We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the Baby still servin' niggas for ten a key... nigga
Aw, aw, aw, look
Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body
Call me that lil' nigga with tha Role... fulla diamonds
Call me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma holler
With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem
Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him
Ch-uh.. chop him
Put tha flame to him
All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him
'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be.. doin' tha best at thangs
That mean I gotta wear a vest that day
I really think them niggas jealous... of tha sparkle in my necklace
I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father
Damn nigga, y'all excuse the expressions
What it be like up there baby boy, ay this here ya son hollerin at ya
I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya
But I know you watchin, peepin down on how I'm livin
Ay, tell Jesus I said thanks for the blessings he sendin
Please ask him to forgive me for the sins I commit
Just let him know I'm still young and at risk
Say, I'll never forget the time that you caught me smokin herb in the house
I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out
But you just talked it over with my mom and got it situated in due time
Told me get the paper instead of high
So now I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog
I wanted to be just like you my whole life dog
I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me
But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain through me
And dog I know I can't see you but I bet that you smilin
And I'm a make you even happier, I promise
I know you can't be close to my nigga, I know
But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know
But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep
But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog
I know you see my daughter growin up and bad as ever
But she cool 'cause she do whatever daddy tell her
And your wife, she's still the most wonderful woman
I just built her a new house, she ain't runnin from nothin
B and Slim, them niggas still love me like they own child
Ms. Rose nerves get bad, but still she gon' smile
And me I'm on some "squash it" and some debate it
But I know they love it way more than they hate it
And I know you probably laughin at the way I treat these hoes and these
bitches
I try love 'em, my BM be trippin
But Rabbit, you know one thing, I got the game from you, every perspective
That's why I keep the gun at close connection for protection
And you see I left school behind and chose CMB
It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough
And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely
Watch over me my nigga, just guide me
I swear to you man, at some times I really wish I was with you
'Cause I get fed up with this life and I miss you
Somebody pass me a tissue, and let me wipe the tears from my eyes
Yeah, nigga I cried, it's 'cause I loved you dog
I promise I won't ever put nothin above you dog
So I live my life in dedication of you dog
I know you see me happy on the outside and hurt within
Make me wanna grab that gun and burst again
But I know they got a reason why I'm here
And I know they got a reason why you gone
And therefore, I'm succeedin on my own
But you ain't never left me, nigga, you still dwell in my heart
I can't forget you kept it real from the start
And until my last breath I exhale, I'm a keep you with me
And when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with me
And tell them niggas Pac, B.I.G. and Pun I said "thay's my peoples"
Featuring: Big Tymers, Unplugged
(Lil Wayne talking)
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Weezy, Fresh, and Unplugged
Verse 1:
(Lil Wayne)
Give me a big fine bitch in a dress
One put them lips in effect
Suck the dick 'til the shit in her chest
You can piss on her brest
I like that shit
Project hoes like that dick, Don't bite that dick
Give me a Spanish sweet hoe
Black from Puerto Rico
Freak ho, Specialize in givin' me deep throat
Really dont care how short how plump, short or thick
Give me head, Don't care, Swallow cum don't spit
Aww shit, I like them Jamicians and them Hatians
Niggas can't take it when they shake an make me rape 'em
White girl's I video tape 'em and they enjoy it
They love it when everybody saw it
Its off tha chain
High yellow Mexican bitches they all for brain
But watch them hoes who want the change
Its not a game
Or short cuban hoe, With a fat ass though
An I'll keep the bitch just like Fidel Castro
Chorus:
(UnPlugged)
Tell me what you like
Let me tell you what I like
You goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin' to make a love scene
Truly I just want you to break me off
Verse 2:
(Lil Wanye)
Weezy the hottest
Drinkin' Barcadi
I stream through the scene on a Lincon on Robbers
Lookin' for the finest dime, To wine and dine
Later on I'm tryin' to climb behind ya spine
Hold up lil mama, Slow ya ass down
Pick it up, Throw ya ass down
Now throw ya ass around
An scream me name
I can't hear you say it louder what (Wayne, Wayne)
A damn shame
Better watch that boy he nasty
I strap on a plastic
Break ya off like elastic
Put the dick in the middle, Make it wiggle for ya'll
Might be small, But that dick ain't little at all
I like a short thick broad, Fat ass an shit
Like Taso flip like Trina The Baddest Bitch
Matter of fact when I see her, Pull her Over like a cop
Juve coulda Backed It Up an I woulda Dropped It Like Its Hot
Ha Ha, Ya heard me
Ha Ha, Unplugged
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
(Mannie Fresh)
I like them big, round, yellow and brown
A bitch that take it from the back and make the (Ugh Ugh) sound
Now you can bounce, slide, drop, giddy up, giddy up
Now you can ride til you feel it hit a nut, hit a nut
Bounce for ya hood, Shake for ya baby daddy
Twerk for that nigga who got you pregnant in the Caddy
Slide with the KY, Hold up ???
My bitch got thong, You bitch got drawls
My chick like to swallow, Yo chick like to spit
If yo chick was my chick I'd still love that bitch
Hold up, Chill out, Wait a minute stop
My Ginseng, Viagra, and a Strawberry pop
See I'm feelin' kinda bold, Why don't ya bring a friend
From vigina to the asshole do it again
I want a yucky down misses bout whatever
Yo mama loved a Tymer, Now you welcome
You ok Lil mama and I love that chick
But deep down inside I just love me dick
[Lil' Wayne]
Ha.. I'm.. so cool
[Baby]
Yeah nigga, stand one, blow one nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man, J-R, ya know
You feel me?
When gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food nigga
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga
[Lil' Wayne]
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta
Milk this game 'til it's sour
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats
You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin'
I'm Weezy fuck it
Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money
Cuz that's him
[Chorus 2x: Lil' Wayne]
Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggaz with money shouldn't act like this
[Baby]
Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
Nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear
I see the same ol' shit
and pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that Nolia dogg
Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a nigga understand
when you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan nigga
I'm tryin' to make a few million
buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a nigga livin'
I bring ya back '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' nigga
Cuz we was doin' it dogg
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne]
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
and I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
and plenty times I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk, they probably cry
Like the strings on the guitar
And see you, you with that bullshit that's leighway to the do'
Only to cut off the lights, g'night
[Baby]
Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
Nigga represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown nigga
Shit, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em nigga
the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
and go and get some more dough, nigga
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you in the way, you'll get moved over nigga
Think I'ma let one of you bitch niggaz stop me from gettin' a billion dollars nigga?
Fuck ya and what ya made of nigga
Y'understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit
That's your shit nigga
Suck a nigga dick a die nigga
Birdman, made man nigga
Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity nigga
Fuck anything in between
If you in the line of duty nigga you got your issue, feel me?
Original roughnecks, hear
Check!
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
Look, it's little rhymecholy
Legendary like Bob Marley
17 ward superstar, feel me
I tell ya, shorty million dollar, nigga
Don't test, 'cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga
Got my click behind me.. every step of tha way
Hit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your face
I'm a bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out!
I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills
You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiousity kills
Send chills up my trigga finger, blast tha dummy
'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta have tha money
Take tha hit, even if it's below tha average money
Got to make it through tha week, and feed my family uppy
I'm just a lil' thug, what
Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what
And police don't even matter, they can suck what
Tha price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what.. what
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we (nawww)
Nobody bust them heads like-a we (hmmmm)
Nobody could outshin we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family (
What!) (
For real!)
What! What!)Nobody burn them blocks like-a we (
nawww)
Nobody bust them heads like-a we (
Say it, say it) (
hmmmm)
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family (For real!!)
Eeh, what, what
What, you got a (?), 'cause of tha threats that you sendin' me?
Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy
I hear you tellin' people 'bout tha people you done
But look, everytime I brought me to ya, you all about fun
What made you bring a knife to a gun fight... now that's not right!
Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight?
Nigga, we use ta kick it like Tai Bo
I don't know.. what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore
Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low
We use ta split chicken.. ride ta Texas and back
I drive tha rental car while you drive tha Cadillac
Shakin' like a pair of hot dice
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and police
Niggas turn like fake gold.. sell they soul
Treat'cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold!
9-karat 44's, and Calicos
Keep a clean nose
And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we (
What? What?)
Nobody bust (Stop!) them heads like-a we (What? What?)
Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (What?) family (What?) (
Uh-huhh!)
Nobody burn them blocks (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) (
nawww)
What? What?)
Nobody bust them heads (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) (
hmmmm)
What? What?)
Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) family (Stop!) (
For real!!)
Nigga outta line, get smoked
I don't kidd, or joke
Fuckin' with my B.G., off top I'm goin' broke
I don't play with these niggas
I get.. low down and dirty
And have niggas' brains coverin' tha ground
I'm tha number-one stunter, you don't want my trouble
I'll have four niggas in your hood in my hummer
I'm from back in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change
Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, tha price tha same
My money long, but it don't run with tha airport
I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hos love my grill, hos love my crib
These hos just love tha way that.. Baby live
But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some taps
Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back
You don't want funk with me.. I don't think you do, nigga
We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew
(Lil' Wayne)
Look'a here... (Umm-hmm...)
This how we gon' do this...
Hook up the turntables,
Wolfe, get on the keyboard...
And we gon' run it, ya heard...
Cash Money..
Cash Money..
Cash Money..
Cash Money..
Now let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins,
Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out ends.
Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you got it,
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change mama.
Marijuana Scholar... Knowin' what I got up in my styrofoam cup?
That purple stuff. It was givin' to me at birth to stunt.
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts.
(Ay, Ay, Ay..)
Hold on, mami! Them whips on dubs.
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no rubs.
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens,
Car show in New York, Ya'll know who wins!
It's the birdman, daddy, with the Gucci and Prada,
Slant-back, cut truck. No rims? Can't holla.
It's that Louie/Fendi on Ostrich streets,
It's the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me?
Baby, I'ma a stunna.. (Oh! Oh! Oh!)
I ain't gon' change it.. (I told ya'll...)
Don't - you - know,
It's a way of liffeee... (I told ya'll...)
Mama, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to break it, (I told ya'll...)
Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin',
Nooo, nooo... (Bring back that beat...)
Pop one, pop two.. Them new Nike shoes,
Royal blue Jag on them twenty-two's.
Flip white to green, 500 Degreez,
In that Cadillac truck on them twenty-three's.
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame,
All these naked women that pop champagne.
And these marble floors stay high as Rick James,
If you know my name, then you know my game.
It's lil' whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow,
Gotta get dough, cause ya'll won't feel me, bro.
But ya'll don't here me tho...
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grill-ie show.
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's,
Word! Rims pokin' out the side of the 'ERV,
Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt.
I'm a seventeenth nigga and I ride for the turf. Whoo!
Baby, I'ma a stunna.. (I told ya'll...)
I ain't gon' change it..
Don't - you - know,
It's a way of liffeee... (I told ya'll...)
Mama, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to break it,
Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin',
Nooo, nooo...
Ay...
And my pinky glow... Cause my ring is so...
Blingy-blingy, yo... Stop blinkin' though...
We smoke - stinky, stinky dro,
And we don't cop them ency-wency O's,
And we don't stop. Nah! We blow, fuck the peo-ple!
Everywhere we go, we smell like E-yo.
The birdman my paw, so that make me go...
"Fllyy like an eagle!" Fo' sheezo!
They think cause I stay at English Turn,
That Stunna don't have a O - Z to burn, (Light it up!)
I go in each sto' and ball like a dog,
Me and my nig's, we ball like a dog.
Cars on the streets, all on our lawn.
Ice in my teeths, all on my arm.
Tat's in my face, my back, and my arm. (What?)
Tat's in MY face, my back, and my arm.
Baby, I'ma a stunna..
I ain't gon' change it..
Don't - you - know,
It's a way of liffeee...
Mama, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to break it,
Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin',
Nooo, nooo...
Yep!... There it is!.. ya' lil' low-life...
See, I'm a pro - fessional. You a rookie.
Fuckin' game so serious...
I could sell a hooker some pussy...
Now, that's some serious shit...
Oh, yea! Bel'ieve that!
Who we rollin' wit?
We rollin' wit Cash Money!
Oh, I forgot about "peace"!
PEEACE! I mean... "Piece" of pussy,
"Piece" of land, "Piece" of property...
[Verse 1: (Mannie)]
Wha wha wha nigga nigga
I put piss stains on private planes cuz its my jet nigga
Money aint shit cuz my rottweilers drink moet
Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers
Playa, i use cristal to lubricate rubbers
Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel
Who got the project on lock when that nigga slangin pickle
Who got benz, a prowler, playboy, and a Vette
Tell the truth--who fucked ya on the same night when we met?
Now, who got baby mamas from the noila to new york
Who got every bitch attention in this motherfucker when he talk
Now who the fuck we talkin bout, look--yall dont know?
I'll give you a hint: see that bitch you with?
He fucked that hoe
Now look here, yall aint seen my watch, its like harlem world video
White diamonds, red rubies, blue baugettes, I dont know
Shorty, when tha next time imma be up in your bed
I love you? you love me?
Well go head on and gimme some head
[Chorus: 2x (Juvenile)]
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie thats our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry thats our night
I know a lot of haters out there sayin
That thats not right
But our diamonds are much bigger
So thats our life
[Verse 2: (Baby)]
I told four I need somethin
With some hell of a ice
Nigga came back with a hell of a price
aint nothin
These hoes doin hella wrong
Callin these niggaz on our cell phone
Bitch ridin benz on 20 inch chrome
Gimme the key, the car hoe, and the alarm
For my prowler, my jag, my benz and my home
Bitch you'll neva ride 20 inch chrome
I love to shine, thats why the choppa is mine
Hit my block in my benz hoe with stretch tires
Bought a new car that I couldnt drive
Ordered the tunes before a nigga could drive
When I put the bose system right behind my eyes
With the vc's and tv's so a nigga could shine
With my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5
And tell all my hoes they dont need no job
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3: (B.G)]
I ride the best from a benz to a jag to a beamer to a lex
Might fly first class on delta, helicopter or a jet
I'm a stunter, I'm a reppa
Geezy like to shine
Drink Don, Moet, and Cris
See thats the finest wine
My 20 inches is the only thing i sit my shit on
Dont bring ya bitch around me
Cuz my dick she'll wanna sit on
And I aint gonna tell her nothin different
Thats ya issue
But after she come back
Your best out is not to kiss her
Hoes sick sayin damn, look at Fresh pinky ring
Look at BG watch
That bitch blingalingaling
I'm a ice wearer, trust me, you will neva
See me sportin nothin that aint 20 g's or betta
Me and Wayne take the left
Juve and Baby take the right
Its dark in the room, we hold up our watches and its light
Cash Money millionaires livin a hell of a life
Like my nigga weezay said, we surrounded by ice
[Chorus (2x)]
[Lil Wayne]
whoa whoa whoa
Now im shinin beaming glossin
Big tymin stuntin and flossin
Lamborghini sittin on boarders
With two more in my garages
Plus a blue and black ferrari
With nintendo and atari
Man I swear the car is awesome
Vroom! sorry we lost em
I'm back
I pull up smellin like dime sacks and cognac
I leave in the hummer,
Hour lata I'm flyin back
Whoosh, private jets about to land
The women fall out when I let em touch my hand
I get out the plane into a mercedes benz van
TVs all ova with chrome 20 inch rims, damn
Got damn
Man I am
L-I-L, weezy, off the heezy
But still in all, ice floodin on my watch
And in my grill and all
Porch blocks front blocks
Still in all, me and Slim in the Rover
Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young soulja
Cut the lights off nigga (Cut 'em off)
You know what time it is (What)
You know what time it is (What)
Strap -Up (Gun Cocks)
Alot of niggas better move out
Cause here I come with my click
With the tools out
All of a sudden all these cowards
Startin to spook out
It's warfare a buncha of niggas
Bout to loose out
It's time to load up them thangs
Hit the spot run in his house
And make 'em show up then thangs
Take 'em in the room go in his pockets
And then blow up his brain
No matter the weather
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail
I'ma slang that metal
So tell 'em niggas in yo' hood
To get it together
Cause i'm the tolas mario
And we down for whatever
Nerver underestimate or you goin under
Y'all keep on playin with Lil Wayne
But that lil' boy trouble
And plus this shorty be ?? wodie
Be storin' bundles M start wildin and
Hit the block and let his toys rumble
And it go ratter tatter
It be ?? niggas scatter
When the M-1 shatter
And everybody on they block
They get bout ten in they bladder
Tell 'em lights off
Mask on
Creep silent
Your lifes gone
We done left the block quiet
When it's time to ride
It ain't no time to play
It could be time to die
At any time of the day
And i'll be godammit
If i let a nigga steel me
It will not happen
Ima fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'em
And got my glocks rabbin'
Leave a nigga spot damaged
That's how the beat made us
I chief three blunts
So I can get a head rush
Then come around the corner
And your whole day crush
I'm sick and tired
Niggas choosin test a boy
They get hit and die
Some of 'em scared of man slaughter
So they stay inside
And watch they partner get lit up
And then they ask why
That's cause you played wit' me
They could'nt of known im'a guerilla
Drama stayed with me
Run in his home went to kill him
Took his head with me
You better get it right or keep it right
Or lose your whole town
Tell em' lights off
It's about to go down
Massacire all these streets block it off
Lil' Wayne in yo' hood
With something like a rocket dog
And i'm after ya
I don't pass beef
I stop at all
That boy got a head on his shoulders
I knock it off
I'm highly intoxicated mixing krystelle and vodka
Somebody call the doctor
Cause my chopper done went blocka, knocka
Nigga out the way man
I'm sorry but us guerillas we can't stay tamed, say it man
Are you ready, ready
Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juvi, and BGeezy they all there
We all flare, don't care, dog they all tear
Give the guns to the one with the long hair
And block burner
It gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventy
(Breathes)they breathe heavlily
Bullets they come steadily
You better stay off the block
Cause you might fall
You better stay off the block
Cause the lights off
Lights off
Tell em' lights off
La, la, la lights off
Nigga lights off
Got a early call from Kisha, Kisha wanted me to meet her
She said she thought it was time to make the relationship get deeper
Said cool then I'm gon' beep ya
What would be a good time to reach ya
She said what about ten but l thought eleven would be sweeter
'Cuz she wanted me to see her, said I needed a teaser
But shit who got the keys to my Beamer
I rolled me up a blunt and got the Crystal out the freezer
I hopped in the two seater, left Nae-Nae with Macita
Vroom speed up run faster than a cheetah
Only thing on my mind is how I'm gone get all in this cheap slut
Should I use a rubber 'cause I heard she was a freak
But hey, say she keep it cleaned up but I don't want HIV bruh
I drop my top on da drop-top, her name's on my beeper
I called her on the Nokia and told her come pick me up
As soon as I got in the house she got on her knees
And grabbed my penis, ate it up like some peanuts
I said, ?Ohh Kisha?
Chopped off like a millimeter, she drunk it like a 2 liter
She blow like a pro, oh no, I got to keep her
Told her I'd be back about eleven I'm gone creep her
But don't go to sleep, I got some more meat to feed ya
Now I'm hot, I wonder what's up with Kisha tonight
I'm gone give her a call, see if it's alright
For me to dip through, she said it's all gravy
First I got to get somebody to watch my baby
Baby it's all good, I'll be there in a minute
But she didn't know I knew Wayne was already hittin' it
Soon as I pull up I see my dog runnin' out
He saw me peepin' at him but he didn't open his mouth
Soon as he pulled off, I knocked on the door
Sayin' to myself look at this dog ass hoe
It's cool what you do, you know I like my shit sucked
For you to swallow the cum and put ice on my nuts
Caught my nut, now I'm up, I'm gone holla at ya Kittie
I got studio tonight, me and da H B'eezeys
I can't be late, I'm gon' see ya when I could
Hit Juve on the hip, let him know it was all good
Oohh, ooh, there she go, on the way to the corner store
Lil Turk let me know, we done fucked the same bitch before
Say lil' mama where you headed, she told me forget it
Hop in the back seat of my car and she spread it
Say baby slow down I don't wanna fuck ya first
I want you to suck on my dick until my nuts will burst
She was a fool with it
She said she had a good teacher she went to school with it
'Cuz she knew what to do with it
I didn't want the bitch to have my car smellin'
So I took her in the alley with some K Y Jelly
Pull your shorts and your draws down to your knees
Put the rubber on the dick handle that please
I hit it she sucked it
Hit it she sucked it and sucked it
I got tired of the pussy and mouth and I said fuck it
Hey hoe, I gotta ride
My baby moma beepin' me
And she stay way on the other side
I hit B.G. on the celly
And told him that
The bitch was all good up in the alley,
Not the telly
This hoe don't know I know she fucked three of my dogs
I caught her walkin' out the alley down by the mall
She fucked Wayne, Juve, Turk, I know she ain't got no walls
But they told me she'd do a damn job on the balls
She provided the number later on gave her a call
Told her what I was thinkin' and she was down with it all
Can't deny it she was a fool kept that dick standin' tall
What she'll do a nigga, should be against the law
That's how Hot Boys play it when we finish we toss
Baby when you finish Manny Fresh down the hall
After this episode that hoe won't be able to walk
After two or three steps that hoe might fall
Now you know then Hot Boys sad ha
Get in the bitch head, end up doing somethin' bad ha
Kisha got did right, yeah
What
What?
Nigga, huh?
Huh?
Nigga, what?
What?!
What?
Check!
I'm shootin', flee
Pollutin' you and your niggas, betta run from me
Comin' through in a strap... with a 223
You be losin' your life when you caught up... in beef
What? Nigga nigga, shiiiit!
Now, I'm ridin', ride
With a K on my side
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Byy-bahda-by-by-by
Huh? Nigga, what? Takin' me for a joke, and watch me hurt cha
Boys there, they be commercial... I beat 'em 'til they purple
I'm a lil' bitty nigga, but I got a big ole chop, 2's that'll kill 50 niggas
Didja do it? Thought it was cool?
But cha still in it, nigga
Your so ugly with your boys, but I'm still pretty, nigga
Lil' Wayne representin'
I cut like blades, I bust heads, and break legs
I tear up dreads, take our breads, now go figure
What? From tha 17th, I back down from no nigga
Had me four deep in four cars on your block with four triggas
Man... ya'll niggas ain't up for this!!
Ya'll hatin' on me, you can suck my dick!
Didn't I tell ya ta chill?
Guerrilla, you can play if you want
Find yourself in tha back-a my trunk
Ho, feminine punk!
[Chorus]
Now, nigga, what?! Huh?! (What?!)
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, huh?! What?! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, I say what?! Huh?! Huh?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, huh?! What?! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Now I be Wayne Wayne Wayne... from CMB
50 shots, flame flame flame... from artillery
Bullets, they stain stain stain... burn like rubber on tha streets
(Screech!) If you can't hang, find your way from 'round me
Lil' soldier in all black off-a A.N.E.
I pullin' ego, my nigga, so ain't no playin' me
Yeah, I may be... a lil' small and all that
But I'm 'bout war, totin' a gat, flippin' a car and all that
Now freeze! Me and my g's hitchyour hood like fleas
Soldier rag, black 'Bauds, white T's, and Ree's
Please, tell me that you was fulla weed
When you said you want beef
'Cause I don't think nonna ya'll famileez wan' see ya'll bleed
I know what tha hell it be
Ya'll niggas don't listen up when we speak
I be ten-deep
Lettin' 223's chop trees
(?) told me not ta be weak, and let a nigga play me
So he... who take tha biggest bite, lose all-a his teeth
Hook up wit Juve, Turk, and B.G.
Open niggas like ki'
G... I bet some g's, boy, can't wet a HB
Or Steve's... CMB's make tha scene off tha heez
All ya'll beef-b's be seized when we ride... g's!
[Chorus]
Nigga, what! Huh! What!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what, nigga, what?! Nigga, huh?!
Watcha wanna do?!
I say what! Huh! What!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what! Huh?!
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!
Look, dog... you can be stupid if want, watch, it be war
Or all you drive tha car, I hit tha block and.. cut 'em off
Whole nation gon' fall... when Wayne spins tha cut
Guns up, nigga, what!... I clutch and bust
Niggas duck and hide... when.. I.. ride
I load tha forty-five, and explode on your side
My niggas, Mike and Mario, they got some 2's for me
And I spin a nigga ben until he use ta me
I'm on a 3000-dollar duck.. on your block, just waitin'
Nonna dem niggas could take me, I was too in-tox-i-cat-ed
But, nigga, if you want war with me, besta be 'bout your issue
Hit your set with.. my nigga with them things ta split cha
Picture a lil' nigga dressed in black... with a big ole gun
In front'chyour house, shootin', 'baahhh!!!'.. hollerin' out, 'Nigga,
what?!'
Nigga, what! Huh! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what! Huh! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, I say huh?! What?!
Look, where I go from here?
Just lost my father last year
But I still, remain to keep it real like dollar bills
I drop tears, can't believe my daddy's gone
Rabbit come home, why ya left us all alone?
But I'm comin man
Just wait at the gates, I'ma be runnin man
Arms open, eyes wide, full a love
You watched me come up from a scrub
Now ya see ya son ridin everyday on dubs
But I wish, I could share them times wit' you
It got me pissed, this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dawg, we really miss ya
And it ain't all that cool livin off pictures
Ah man, visit while I'm sleep, write a note or call me
Can't believe you left me to be a small man
But I know it wasn't meant to be
That's why I suck up all the game that you sent to me
It's up to you, Wayne, nigga, stay up and keep it real
It's all on you, man, my nigga, I know how you feel
Just be strong, 'cause everythang gon' be alright
I know it's hard tryna make but it's gon' be alright
Alright I know it, see I got a child
I know I'm young, but when you left dawg, thangs got wild
I know you probably sayin 'damn, you raisin children now?'
But it's all gravy I'm with Baby makin millions now
So I still smile
I'm takin care ya wife bra
Ain't nothin changed, if I still come home late at night she fuss
But it's still the ol' same ol', same ol'
Thangs go, up and down like rainbows, we maintain though
So you know who payin the bills now, ah hah
Still flossin, give my audience the chills, ah hah
I got all my game from you, man I ain't gon' lie
But I'm still thuggin nigga, playa you think I ain't gon' ride?
But Slim and B done slowed me done and brought the talent out me
Yeah Slim and B done showed me 'round, all a the Jags around me
And I ain't goin' no where, that nigga stuck wit' me
And make you and my people happy, man it's up to me
I know you know I'm thinkin' 'bout ya, you be on my mind
I know ya see me everytime watchin the boys shine
And I know that ya see I put out my own CD
And picture this, your little boy even on TV
But I swear it's off the heezy, Weezy
Say it's cool, you can believe me, I like how they treat me
I'm doin' what ya say, don't let a nigga try me
And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me
Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby
Oh yeah, and I don't leave my room sloppy
But the same thang make ya laugh, make ya cry
And everybody that ya love it's like they have to die
I pray to the Lord everyday and ask him why
And ask him to bless your soul everytime I pass by
I know he doin' it, and leavin all the love to me
And I'ma prove it, and show ya daddy it's up to me
I mean it's up to me man
Just watch over me
And it's gon' be all gravy man
Leavin big, treatin me all good
Everythang else be all good
Rest in peace ya heard me
Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what
Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man
Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand
We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised in
Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and
rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and
do it for the real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers
EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for them busta, no pimp for no coward
No respect for no stunt, and no money without power
We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour
Some niggaz like that powder, fold it up what they drain
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins
From the home of the game, jackin and crackin brains
Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne
Nigga you got that llello?
Well cook something nigga
Nigga you let them K's go?
Well bust somethin nigga
Are you duckin that law?
You better run from em nigga
Are you playin with that raw?
Well won't you front somethin nigga
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha..
See where I'm from we keep our guns out
Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, cause we be thugged out
It's time to floss, two big bodies on Broad South
and they got quarter staffs and birds that run the house
It's all good in the hood hustlin like illegal
Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, like for them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
This everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder on top, boy
It's the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys
We don't know what be goin cause we so blunted from trees
and we'll be round ya all day til it's "400 Degreez"
And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit
They got a nigga that own the sto', he flippin out off that broad
Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure, your door is locked
Cause this ain't nuttin proper, cause Tha Block, is jusssst Hot
See watch your step on my section, gotta walk like, talk like
Where they shot out all the street lights
So you can't see what nobody be like
And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence
Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin to be presidents
And ever since the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y'all
So you better watch what y'all playin wit
Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all
They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug
It's street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spots
When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts
Callin weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Call out for that caper, won't hesitate to kill a man
Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam
Tie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his drawers
... tch, one move blow his cactuses off
WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot
Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot
Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn
My block on fire, nigga what about yours?
Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn
My block on fire, nigga what about yours?
What what what
What what what
What what what
Listen, listen
When.. I come through.. bustin'
Everybody on.. tha block be.. run-nin'
Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I.. be.. thug-gin'
Got.. them.. things.. ten up, keep.. hustlin'
Catch me at tha shop, I will.. be.. there
And my prices stay low, I keep.. it.. there
And if you want it raw, I got.. it.. right.. here
And if you want war, I am.. your.. nigh-tmare
This is all I know, it's bang bang
I hustle and slang slang
My block.. I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My cell is ten in heat
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop head-bustas quick
I rock here for my brick
I chop that, I'ma (?)
My shop here (????)
I always.. thug in black
And always.. bustin' gats
Your girly's.. fuckin' back
Now how you... lovin' that
Hot Boy$, wardy.. respect.. us
Represen-tin' Cash Money.. Records
It's warfare, you betta.. vest.. up
But if you ain't scared, they blow.. your.. set.. up
Listen, listen
I give it to 'em how they ask me
Raw and nasty
Tha AK, I pack it
Believe I'm 'bout that action
Slash a busta like a fraction
I'm on that yolla
Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder
Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks
Now it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts
For only half-a brick
I'll blast tha fifty
And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about ta get ugly
Ya'll betta call people up
I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts
Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up
Ya'll betta duck
When it get real, they hide from me
But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it
Man, I'm thuggin' 'til tha day I.. I die, cousin
Weezy Wee.. let 'em burn, bring tha fire truck in... (whoooo!)
Nigga, let it be known
I'll come blow up your home
Take a few blunts to tha dome
And.. show up alone
Just me and my.. flame-torch
Wayne start.. danger
Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya
Burnin' off that Hennesy
Some-a ya'll be feminine
Bounce in with a twitch
Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch
God damn... son of a shhh!.. Don't speak
I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heat
Your cheese, I got.. ta.. get.. paid
I'm goin' all out, no matter what.. it.. takes
I.. was.. raised.. up on.. that.. paper
Kill-for-the-scrill was.. in.. my.. nature
Tote M1's and keep.. tha.. block.. hot
Sell wrong colts to keep.. my.. glock.. hot
Never add taxes to.. my.. price, man
And if a boy play, I ride.. at.. night, man
What!
Uh, uh, uh
Say Lil' Weezy
You did this one here, ya heard me
They ain't gon' never get weared out from this one
It's like they said, boy
In tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your chrome, man, run that thang
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
Say, Weezy (weezy)
Can... they remember... me?
Lil' Wee... zy
Make 'em remember (Haaa!) ya, nigga
Let these niggas know your (Look!) background, nigga (Look!)
Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background!
Let 'em know how you've been for a while
All I was taught was murder murder
Kill drama, and nothin' less
I strap tha Smith-Wess, and bust.. it in they chest
I had ta hustle hustle hustle hustle
Had ta struggle for success
Hid grams in girls' breasts, stick bricks.. under they dress
Them niggas there with me fooli'
Me, I'm full of that dilly
Hope when I catch them slippin'
Him and they daddy's trippin'
Shorty can hold it down
Shorty be totin' rounds
Smellin' like a pound on school grounds
Shorty, wow
Hair... all over my head
Bandana 'round my brain
Eyes bloodshot red
Briches down to my legs
Guns up in my trench
When niggas playin', they get drenched
My pockets is full of lead
So, nigga, stay off tha ben
I'm young with bad nerves
Since I lost my partna, I've been troubled, hurt in this 'burb
So I'on't even hesitate ta leave 'em on tha curb
And wet dem niggas' shirt
Nigga, get 'em full of birds
Tell them niggas, Geezy!
Remember he? Tha little G, never die
Took one to tha chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? Tha little G, never die
Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
Lil' Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with K's, glocks, and MAC's
Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real
That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Look, look
That time I forgot tha bills
Ain't been home in two weeks
Macita lookin' for me
Tha word all over tha streets
Well, shiiit! I love my momma
But all I got ta offer is drama, and many problems
I lay back in tha cut
These niggas out and I rob 'em, they ain't spin around here
We all alone on my block like nobody live 'round here
Tha lights got cut off at my house, and now I'm lookin' for a win-dow
I can't see it, I'ma drop my pile on tha floor
They got some niggas stuntin' in Benz, hey man, them boys ain't riders
{gun cocks} Hand it over, partna, my feet done got tired (Break it off)
Well, picture this, I gotta corner this ole nigga address
He said he got that work, and needed me ta meet 'im there (Meet him there)
Nigga, take your Roly down with somethin' shady, daddy (What?)
Within a week he changed his mind, and... received tha package (What?)
Oh well... back to tha drawin' board (Board)
Cowards start hollerin' 'cause they know I'm comin' for it
Lemme tell 'em
You remember that there nigga use ta be thuggin' it out
Blunt in his mouth, would stay passed up in a drought
Run in your house, "Lay down! Nobody move!
Tell that slut go get your stash, and empty your pockets, fool!"
That's how it was... crime, struggle, drivin' for scrubs
Lots of thugs... make niggas come ta answer them up
Some niggas choose ta come back to me, ride around my set for me
My lights off that thing 'cause I got that SKS with me
!Okay! (!okay!)
Listen, all you ballin' niggas betta !relocate! (!'locate!)
'Cause, see, ya'll got it
I gotta make my cheese !rotate! (!rotate!)
Right now I'm doin' bad
So just give me with whatever you have, my stomach hurt, I need a bag
I'm street-livin'... week for week
No-sleep livin'
Look outside ya window in tha mornin', your jeep missin'
My heat sizzlin'
I'm ready ta sweep these niggas
Geezy... make 'em remember Weezy, nigga!
(Chorus 2x)
Look, remember that?
Wuz up, (Are you rememberin', B.Geezy?)
I remember you, nigga, we go way back ta True Story, (Now) nigga, ya heard
Look, you don't remember me?
I remember ya, nigga
I was.. I was (You were doggin') a bad dog... (You were a lil' dog) Highly
Biotch, Biotch
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, C'mon
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, Wooo
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro
I pull up slow, chrome flashin
lil daddy in a long Cabbi
Big hat pimp strong daddy
Got my hoes on my arm daddy
Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazin that dro
earthly green, purple weed, purple V,
with purple seats, murck the streets
And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet
But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back hoe
I know ya will, get ya ass over here
And take off my polar bear
I'm the coldest player of most my age
Quote my age, 19 but my money's much old
And shorty got crazy paper
Cash Money's my army, my navy paper
Understand, Weezy is made of paper
I got "Baby" paper
Floss our bitch, or get tossed out
Stunna time criss-crossed out
Birdman the bad bitches bossed out
So fly nigga we dont walk out
Time to get Nina Rossed out
I'ma let the heat speak, see I'm talked out
What's the muthafuckin talk bout
Get you niggaz chalked out
Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout
You can shine like stunna (Papi it's all gravy)
I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies
See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up
And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up
It's the m-uh-m-uh-man, that I hustle for grams
Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand
See I come through shinin, known big tymin
Red Caddi truck, nigga I'm grindin
I come Harley D, black bike all chrome
Your queen is home, daddy tell 'em where they went from
See I'ma slide on through, then I stash the loot
Who washed the coupe, ma look I know what to do
Got the suit you to wear some pumps on
matchin the car, matchin my bra, shit nigga pimpin is hard
I jock that, so wipe a nigga down
Let's dribble on a hoe, bitch time to go
The Caddi do me pop, the coupe is hot
the groupies flock, and case me out my Gucci socks
Yeah, we get that dough, Tatee' watch me drop these
You got me, can I get the car keys
See I wipe a bitch down, then dribble on a hoe
And I touch her from her head, from her waist, to her toes
Pop up in the Lexus with the mink on the floor
[Lil Wayne talking]
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em dogg
[Petey Pablo]
Cuz I know I ain't dreaming
I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy
Switching it up
Fuck it put them things on the truck
What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up
Hating me kinky licks talking so much
Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking
You want to
You ain't built to squabble with us
I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus
I drink your water up
Cool off I'm leaving with something
They leaving you something crop stolen
An asshole heard it
Hip on purpose
Dre I did what you told me
I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working
Keep me a burner
Poison that I grab in the morning
Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth
A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated
I keep waiting
I hear your name in the papers
[Hook][Lil Wayne Petey Pablo]
They call me young as Weezy
I'm gon round up the whole uptown
We gon burn this bitch down to the ground
People understand that you're fucking with some motherfucking soldiers
Crazy-ass Petey
I'ma tell a nigga just like this
If you want it boy you sure can get it
You ain't heard
It's Cash Money and that Carolina nigga
[Lil Wayne]
They call me gangsta gangsta
Weezy, Weezy
Lil Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga
I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you nigga
Squad-ad squad up throw up the motto at you niggaz
You can mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga
And I'm so high
No I'm too high
But a little work on a few blocks
And I put a few skirts on a few blocks
If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box
Oh lordy there nobody like me shortie
I hold Cash Money myself it's me money
Old cats wants to test come see shortie
I got it all hot it in the pocket I'll pop it
I riding in a 'Rarri where the top is in my pocket
That's young Weezy baby
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
You see it's young Wayne
Game is ashamed and they say he's a pain
He is crazy deranged
Put them blades on his thing
Just like 80 to summer
So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something
So, when I come through the ladies praise me or something
Like, Weezy's the man
If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan
Cuz he's 500 Degreez
I need a fan, whew
Cool me off wipe me down
Daddy is back in town
With the back of my Caddy slanted down
And the mack goes +black+ if you ask around
Put some hash in that grass that you pass around
Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds
I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down
You can ask around
And they tell you like me
There ain't nobody like me
It's Weezy baby
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne talking]
Aiiyo see this is right here is Young Weezy nigga
Don't get it tangled and twisted
I'm in the studio right now nigga
With my boy
My nigga Boo in this bitch
My nigga hot boy album ya'know what I mean
500 Degreez
They all riding with ya boy
Fi-Fi
They gotta feel me
Birdman junior, number one stunna my partner
You know the name, bitch
[Lil Wayne]
Look look look - don't play with me
Look look look
Huh Huh Look
Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things
Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains
Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne
I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy
Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it
One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven
Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready
Come and get it - it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever
Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater
I'm just terror, or better yet, horror or drama
And tomorrow I'ma hit the block and barrow your momma
Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas
Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers
And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali
When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
Don't play with me - I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
And I pop my gun
Better hide and run
[Lil Wayne]
What is this that done got me in your district Twist it
Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians
I'm tipsy - I've been sippin' on that Hennessy, people
Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people
Seventeen creeper is who I - what I - be, dog
The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five
In heat, dog It's your life or me, dog
On four tires, or feet, dog
I still be on the block sweepin'
Nobody is not sleepin'
Got me in all black with a gun in a palm
Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome
Dummy, it's on - ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff
cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump
and passin' a blunt - me circle once to see if he dead
Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead
But, dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid
I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge
Huh!
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
[Lil Wayne]
You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T
On the back street of your block in the back seat
I'ma cap three at the first coward I up and see
I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet
When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach
Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday
Nigga shouldn't've played tough - wouldn't've got his head bust
Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff
Now you're gatted up, full of that vodka and weed added up
Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up
Crack in the tongue of my kicks
Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I'm runnin' the strip
I know you see me: Little Wheezy killaholeezy
A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy
You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes
Cutthroatin', connivin' killers, but that's all I know
Huh Huh Huh
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Nigga, bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me
Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh)
Look look look
Look look look
Whoa
It's gravy nigga. Believe it.
You hot? Fuck it. Hot as a firecracker.
(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag.
(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)
Nigga I'ma tell ya straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads
I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars
To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em all!"
I hustle hard in these city streets
I got my block on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me
Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
Got the whole motherfuckin block loaded and smokin'
Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit
If a nigga get it fucked, then we killin' a bitch
Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
Cuz if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a glock, and a bag of rocks
Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
Don't make me take ya, play ya
I cock the glock and spray ya
Call it a caper, won't be no as-salama-laka
And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready
Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls
Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off
Lock the spot down
Respect it young nigga, I'm creepin' over
Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders
I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
Nigga it's whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend
You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed
Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me
See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler
You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya
Some of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas bruh
None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya
Niggas can't hold me down, wodie wild
Cuz all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds
They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife
See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song
But yall gon' twist it and end up all gone
Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers
I pop dozens of glocks, cousins, in my struggle
So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
We gone make 'em:
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
I tell 'em no lie
I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
I low-ride, cuz these 20 inch rims just make it so hot
You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky
And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds twinklin'
They think you need to stop they say it's not called for
It's such a small car for it cost more than a ballpark
See my life is high priced, a lot a room a lot a bling
My ice is like Andrew Dice "Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing"
I'm tryin' to see flying in a Lamborghini
Wit your girl right beside me in a tan bikini
Cut the music down and tell her, "hey ya man's a weenie"
Plus I'm hot and got more iceberg than damn Bananeeie
And I'm just a teenager and I make this dough
Pull out my bankroll and Bill Gates still broke
And I keep it on a hush but I'm richer than normal
And a frost bit wrist, have me sniffin' the carpet
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
(Verse 2)
You know, pistol on my side fully loaded
I drive slowly, wit televisions watching Kobe
Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride"
Have you heard about, shorty be Iceberged out
Got them birds real affordable, so get the word out
And you still can see the grill wit the lights burn out
Nothin' lil' about the wheels on my bright orange drop
I'm thuggin' and pimped out, flossin' and glissed out
Sit my arm in warm water, I'm throwin' my wrist out
Got quarters in this house, ki's in that van,
Got ounces in her ride, and G's in that bag
Shhh, You hear that, here come Weezy on his way in a platinum leer jet
We gamblin' nigga bet, bet nigga disrespect and he get dampled and wet
Whole goddamn family get trampled wit that
I make 'em:
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Alright I bounce for the 17 and jump for the Grover
Just put TV's and bump in the Rover
Slump the bitch over, cum on her shoulder
Bet I make the slut eat it up like yogurt
Wrists is ferocious, dick just bogus
Fuck a hoe watch she come back like a chorus
Life on Ann Deloris met her in a ???
She like to snort coke, you should see the size of her nose is
We really the ones controllin', no choices
And we got Guns and Roses, Rolls Royces
Beefin' ain't fake, not to mention
all our rides are dubbed like blank tapes
I really think my jewelry and lights have somethin' in common
Cuz everytime you put them bitches on they start shinin'
The shit is mind blowin'
As a matter of fact I got a bitch that's mind blowin'
She give my head a blow job, I guess she's mind blowin'
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks
Niggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them K's spark
Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggas
Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggas
How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain't fightin' no more - niggas bustin' your head
Sendin' you to your grave - it's do or die, cousin
Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks
Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga - you're outta luck
You're stuck like chuck - wodie, you're assed out
That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth
Get erased, my nigga (my nigga)
Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga)
No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga)
Fled the scene - so you have no case, my nigga- -case, my nigga
Look here: you can play if you wanna get down
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my grave
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thuggin' - I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets."
I can't help - I draw attention; they be fuckin' with me
I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!"
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east
Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up
Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's
Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed
All they understand is my project English
And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
I run the streets 'cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark
You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain't no fear in my heart
I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
I'll even go K for K with ya - now make your choice
Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga
Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga
Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas
Momma upset - can't even go on and grievin', nigga
Nothin' change - I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas
Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas
And empty a hundred out that K
Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me
I've been in the game - niggas know what I'm 'bout
So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
If you wanna be another number, my nigga
Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Hello, world
I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
Pop some in your dreadlocks - What? Me not no rookie, boy
Glock cookin', boy
I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'
Spark or lace somethin'
Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'
Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible
If I live to be old, it's a miracle
'cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical
That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
Don't blame me, society changed me
You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
Cut off lights, we masked riders
The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (Ooohh!)
(Did you see that?)
We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
(Did you see that?)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Boy, look,
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Nigga - we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'
And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin, with penitentiary chances
The dope roped up in the cup of their pants
Fiends flock like ??? come get this candy
I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O's
Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll
If I spot the laws comin, hey its time to roll
Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control
The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang
Plus it's a sweet day, me next score for three days
One time they say what you mean, I gets the green
Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me?
In my predicament I'm guilty until proven innocent
Hustle ridiculous, I'm tryin to get this dope continuos
Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain't tryin to fall
Want everybody numb like ambasol
But he heard
[Chorus 1]
Uh oh
There go them fuckin po-po's
And if you know like I know
You better get off the corner
I'm a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin
hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models
And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas
Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas
You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin
With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it
Do not twist because lil man is trippin
They could have ya body in three different places
Ain't nothin gravy, but save it
Cause I'm a ride and hit the nigga street
Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree
While I'm shitty from the weed
Like were them bustas be
I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set
Come outside late at night to your surprise I'm here with Tecks
Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it's so realistic
So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fetti
Be on the block until them souljas hit it
That's when he heard....
[Chorus 2]
Blocka
Me come to tear your block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner
All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it
I make a livin in this crooked public distributin
Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin
The hottest D in town lookin for me hit me Tuesday, like after six
See I crack the bricks right down to Z's
Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp's to ki's
Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin
No droughts I don't sit on nothin
I don't believe I'm frontin
If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin
The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege
And the law don't bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G's
Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets
I'm tryin to deal with every nigga, and sell the birds up cheap
I'm greedy, if there's any money bein made from drugs I need it
Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can't beat it
Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it
Does anybody else, I'll pay em a visit
That's when ya heard....
[Chorus 3]
Come here peeps
I'm hearin that you run these streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
[Chorus 1,2,3,3 repeat 2x]
Uh oh, you better get off the corner, skirt
Blocka, you better get off the corner
Come here, you better get off the corner
Get off the corner, Get off the corner
What, uh oh, get off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
Like dat, Get off the corner
Look look look - don't play with me
Look look look
Huh? Huh? Look
Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things
Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains
Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne
I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy
Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it
One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven
Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready
Come and get it - it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever
Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater
I'm just terror, or better yet, horror or drama
And tomorrow I'ma hit the block and barrow your momma
Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas
Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers
And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali
When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family
Don't play with me - I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
And I pop my gun
Better hide and run
What is this that done got me in your district? Twist it
Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians
I'm tipsy - I've been sippin' on that Hennessy, people
Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people
Seventeen creeper is who I - what I - be, dog
The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five
In heat, dog? It's your life or me, dog
On four tires, or feet, dog
I still be on the block sweepin'
Nobody is not sleepin'
Got me in all black with a gun in a palm
Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome
Dummy, it's on - ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff
cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump
and passin' a blunt - me circle, wants to see if he dead
Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead
But, dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid
I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge
Huh?!
Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T
On the back street of your block in the back seat
I'ma cap three at the first coward I up and see
I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet
When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach
Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday
Nigga shouldn't've played tough - wouldn't've got his head bust
Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff
Now you're gatted up, full of that vodka and weed - add it up
Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up
Crack in the tongue of my kicks
Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I'm runnin' the strip
I know you see me: Little Wheezy killaholeezy
A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy
You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes
Cutthroatin', connivin' killers, but that's all I know
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Nigga, bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me
Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh)
Look look look
Look look look
Niggas be hatin
'Cause BG got it
Every top of the line car they got
Look I ride it
>From the Hummer to the Rover
To the drop jag
B and C lex truck
Nothin' my click ain't had
Everybody head was fucked
When they heard bout the deal
Cash Money hotboys climbed for 30-mill
Already was straight now we livin larger
Already was ballin now we ballin harder
??? bitches can't take me
Cause my wrist stay flossed out
Niggas hate me cause all day i'm flossed out
Ghetto made me
My dog, Baby, saved me
Niggas find out they hoe got fucked, ??
That's how it go
It ain't my fault I got mega cheese
Walk that walk
Talk that talk i'm BG
Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on
Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On
Me and my click be sizzlin hot steamin
Bouncin' through diamonds high beamin'
I'ma flosser baby, baller baby
A fifteen year old shot caller baby
And I'm racin through
In the all black chrome
A Mercedes Coupe
Got yo' wife at my house
And she naked too
And all my niggas all around
Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead to what you do'
It's Weezy dog and off the heezy dog
And I'm surrounded by the ice
It got me freezin' dog
And it's plain and simple
Won't change 'cause it's natural
Lil' Wayne a pimp y'all
Got the game from Beatris
I'm tryin to see six numbers
Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers
Leave the Grammy awards with six womens
And make a stop at the gas station for six rubbers
Put it together
This is the life when you get full of the cheddar
Don't try to end it or you would'nt get better, what
La, la, la, la
Here I come star rapper
I get the fast money
Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money
Standin out the roof of my car
And flash hundreds
Take your girl to the mall
Spend a G like that's nothin
She lay on the floor
Open up the spot
Take off her draws
Let me see the cunt
Don't stop Lil' Weezy
We's ain't nothin nice
But gats in my Jesus Christ
Nothin but ice
When they see me at night
Behind ?? I stay high
Snatch yo' wife
Run up in her with the K-Y
But it's on man
Ever since I was born Wayne
Nigga get out of line
I get dirty like John Wayne
I'm bout stuntin', flossin'
Whatever come wit it
And I don't shoot guns
Unless they have a drum wit it
At first they wasn't wit it
Thought that I was jokin
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