• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Much More - Barbra Streisand
• Much More - Lil' Wayne
• Much More - De La Soul
• Much More - Lupe Fiasco
• Much More - Punchline
• Much More - The Fantasticks Soundtrack

I'd like to swim
In a clear blue stream
Where the water is icy cold
Then go to town
In a golden gown
And have my fortune told
Just once, just once
Just once before I am old
I'd like to be not evil
But a little wordly wise
To be the kind of girl designed
To be kissed upon the eyes
I'd like to dance till two o'clock
Or sometimes dance till dawn
Or if the band could stand it
Just go on and on and on
Just once, just once
Before the chance is gone
I'd like to waste a week or two
And never do a chore
To wear my hair unfastened
So it billows to the floor
To do the things
I'd dreamed about
But never done before
Perhaps I'm bad or wild or mad
With lots of grief in store
But I want much more
Than keepin' house

[Lil Wayne]
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?)
They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh)
Look-
Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's
Forty-fours under my clothes – I'm drunk and blow
And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers
Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters
I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba
for the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer
Stumblin' from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and take your pops away
See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay
So I can get it understood and have you chopped today
And not to say I could even hit your block and spray
And try to knock all the bone structure out your face
Stick a potato on the head of my nine – it's deadly quiet
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig
The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or small
Ain't nothin' nice
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues
[Lil Wayne]
Look-
Now we all do dumb things
Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father right in front of him
None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout
Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out
I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces
(????) off the meters
Don't leave without the heaters
Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and millimeters
Run up on your family and pop your senioritas
A lot of Hennessy – just twist that lil' baby
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby
This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy
Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me
Seventeen Carollton – mess with me, I bury one
Three-eighty – I carry one
Come to kill up everyone
What!
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
[Lil Wayne]
Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breath and stop
Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat
Until I die apple and Eagle that be's the block
And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot
And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop
I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot
And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots
Follow me – everybody in the family die sourly
Niggas drop hourly – ruinin' your economy
Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me
Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me
I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman
Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house
[Hook: Lil Wayne]

[Incomprehensible] {When you love me, hold me and tell you care
And what we have is much more than they can see}
Ladies and gentlemen, here, here, here we go again
No doubt, y'all care anymore, about this hip-hop man?
I mean, how far will you punk motherfuckers go for 15 seconds of fame?
Microwave, popcorn-ass niggaz
Yeah, we give you much more, longevity baby
Aiyyo Dave
Yo, it's been instilled in me since infinite y'all
Usin' these minutes like I value the call
Put your money in the bank and hold rank
Over friends who ain't got leadership skills
I got the sheep in my eyes so I can't sleep
We like the land and laid, the brand old way
Grand operate the scandal way, L.I. sheist
I play the X-Box instead of fuckin' with dice
I hate losin' to those who walk away with my dough
'Cause I dozed, Tracy broke me
And now she wanna see the resident provokin' me
To pop wheelies on my bicycle, watch her eyes twinkle
One house, two houses, third house
House rules so house take bank, watch Dave bank
Banner had 'em on the hawk since Atlanta extravaganza
Gamma ray rap I make the Hulk snap
Jump back like James Brown, hey now
When the liquor over we smokin' the hay now
Delegatin' numero dos, I holla out the sound of los
And keep the Island close to me
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
I got verb skills, babies and bills, brothers who smoke krills
And still tryin' to get himself together from it
Knowin' he can't quite run it like me
I'm on the cutting edge of what's alleged to be hot
And when you rock, it's just impersonations of me
The rightest MC, MP with the V in the middle
I belittle your plan, courtesy, of NY dirty C my man
My base of fans are made up of many, with kids allergic
To belts lettin' they mind melt from drinkin' the Henny
And them straight and narrow types who be waitin' to hear
Them drums say the revolution is near, are you listening?
Are your eardrums open for christening?
We God Body MC's with these tools
While some others play God, they just God damn fools with it
I don't cuff mics, I rough mics up rough and rugged
Get the girls to love it
Still and all five-oh came to my mic check
Tellin' me I left lacerations around my mic's neck
Domestically disputed and you just might get
The undisputed underdog servin' y'all threat
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
And what we have is much more than they can see

[Verse 1:]
I gave you honesty on my first joint and y'all all came out
I'll show you what change 'bout
Unroll your blunts, pour your champagne's out
Dullers of the pain, so you can plainly see the black man pain I campaign 'bout
God willing 'fore I wane, I take a champion route
Before I throw a bout
I'll walk out the game while my fans chanting my name out, Lupe, Lupe, Lupe...
Uh, and it's going to be PPV, won't be back for free
Gone need scratch to see me, rematch with me
My greatest enemy, is my inner me
So I take this urge and give you revenge of the nerd, Fahrenheit 1 15, uh
Yeah, uh, and you know I fight the feeling
Box so I can shop, sometime it doesn't register
So I return to the ring, like Return of the King
With the habit of a hobbit it makes it hard to drop it
I'm a klepto stealing
And it gets the best
Just when I guess that I left those leanings
I be back on post in a trench coat scheming
[Verse 2:]
So I get back into my stance, revert to my dance
With a shirt full of pants
And my accomplice got a purse full of pants
A pocket full of purses, with no intent to purchase in the plans
And we rehearsed it, till it's perfect, just to dodge the searchers of the man
Just to surface outside, then return of all the merch? (short for merchandise) to stay, in the service of the perfect understand
Um, uh, yeah, and I boost myself
So from the cold car to the caboose I'm felt
From the rear to the engineer
From the L to the Underground Railroad
From the redline to the TGV
A champion fighter for whom the bell tolls, LUP
Little engine from the hood, the hustler in me
Known to hit the track like John Henry
Just give me my glasses
My eight ounce everlastes
And I'm Michael Buffer in tree
(Uh, let's get ready, let me calm down man)
Shoplifter, tag switcher
That's me, nigga I'm back with cha
Revenge, Lupe, uh, championship is here
FNF up is here, 1st and 15 is here
Madison Street we back in here, Chi-Town is here
Lupe Fiasco

When I was younger, I thought that the world revolved around me. Everybody was just a character in my little life story. Now I'm older and a bit smarter, I can see that I'm nothing. I wish I could go back, but I know I can't, to thinking that I'm everything. Much more than I expected, I was not prepared for this. I grew up too quickly and now I see that things don't always work out right. I don't understand, but that's life. My brother and sister would go out on friday nights, I would sit home and watch TGIF. They never came home, but I didn't have to deal with the things that they did. I miss not caring at all. I miss not worrying.

I'm sixteen years old and everyday something happens to me
Oh... Oh... Oooooh! I hug myself till my arms turn blue, and
then I close my eyes and I cry and cry till the tears come down
and I can taste them. I love to taste my tears. I am special.
I am special. Please, God, please, don't let me be normal!
I'd like to swim in a clear blue stream
Where the water is icy cold.
Then go to town
In a golden gown,
And have my fortune told.
Just once,
Just once,
Just once before I'm old.
I'd like to be not evil,
But a little worldly wise.
To be the kind of girl designed
To be kissed upon the eyes.
I'd like to dance till two o'clock,
Or sometimes dance till dawn,
Or if the band could stand it,
Just go on and on and on
Just once,
Just once,
Before the chance is gone!
I'd like to waste a week or two
And never do a chore.
To wear my hair unfastened
So it billows to the floor.
To do the things I've dreamed about
But never done before!
Perhaps I'm bad, or wild, or mad,
With lots of grief in store,
But I want much more than keeping house!
Much more!
Much more!
Much more!