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
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin me moist
Givin me head while she hummin, she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
She could ride a dick too, make me come fast
I like them modelin bitches, I love them swallowin bitches
Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
(Shine), whip Rover's not Honda's
(Shine), I'm a spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine), don't know when I'm comin home
(Shine), pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine), My life is the shit
Baby named me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua Range, squattin things
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades
Diamond face, diamond brace
More colors than the game Simon Says
Go, 'hind me
And mami on forty-fifth she told me "I'm a Lez"
But she ain't like too much of dick
But gave bombest head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got family get your pussy anyway
OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin
All these karats like I'm a fuckin vegetarian
Niggas play, I bury them, y'all already knowin
I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin
See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me?
Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
Wait, I don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
I'm a Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line
Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine
Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog
Come through on dub-dueces, they jock me dog
Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog
Catch 'em so low, they geezy, don't shock me dog
Well get the fuck, slide on out the way
And let B.G. ease down the shinin linen
Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up
Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up
You don't wanna put your vehicle next to us
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga
I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it
'Cause whoever try testin is gonna be restin
I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk
Bling blingin everyday, plus I got work (bling)
Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven
Steady stackin my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven
Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it
Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies
Love to floss, no secret stun'ner's
Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothin from us
Young nigga, livin a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothin nice"
They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys
You muthafuckin right, you think this not girl?
Better think twice, get it right dog
What?!
What?!!
Look-
Okay, let's cut the crap
I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap
I only stick with that 'cause my ma don't wan' see me flip the crack
And I'm quick to click and spit the gat
I be dipped in black
Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match
Like: where them cats who trippin' at? - Point niggas out
'cause right now I'm full of that spinach that'll knock Lennox out
The Mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump
You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front
I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump
So if I come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump
I'm raised in the slum where the bad grow
Unlike no other, I'm real (??) like bag 'Bauds
I stash O's in the drawers of my trash hoes
I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow
I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4
The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow
Is that so?
I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all
If you don't get the hell when he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up and slam his parent's street
When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats
I be damned if he get a chance to sleep
I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree
I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me
Then jam the freak with a broom - blood leak from her panty crease
There has to be some explanation for this insanity
Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank)
Now give me the dank
Niggas claim they want war when I suggest you live in a tank
What's your kid gonna think?
Come home and find your wig in the sink
I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to Haiti
For fifty G's I get ten ki's and straight out weight it
I lock my area down - you can ask these boys
They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys
Never catch me (??) without them plastic toys
It get drastic, boy
Niggas that's askin' for it
Wheezy, nigga
It's Wheezy, nigga
Who? Wheezy, nigga
It's Wheezy, nigga
I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all
And if you don't get the hell when he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
I hope y'all niggas understand that I ain't playin' or jokin'
Bust shots, make you think the Grand Canyon open
Leave a busta bandana smokin' from hot hollows
Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes
Two pistols, desperado gun busta
Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya
Hung under them killers and duck the pigs
And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big
And, nigga, I don't really care if I don't sell a million quick
'cause right now I'll quit and go and sell a million bricks
I sticks to what I love, and that's the street
And stay away from what I hate, and that's police
And I keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin'
And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin'
When we all knowin' that Wheezy have never been fake
The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face
Who is Wheezy, nigga?
Who is Wheezy, nigga?
Wheezy, nigga
Lil Wheezy, nigga
Say, I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all
It's Wheezy, nigga - Lil Wheezy, nigga
Don't tangle it, nigga
Whaaat
You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones
or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour
And most of our customers come up to us daily
Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby
What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings
and z's to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens
You need to see Wheez - anything you like and I have 'em
From crack to Viagra, and Vicadins valiums
I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av
So get all your money together, come and get my slabs
I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half
And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav'
And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid
For the white people, when I get you bricks for ten, I know the right people
And I keep a nine on my waistline
And I'ma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm tryin' to grind
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
Nigga, y'all gon' respect Wheezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots
I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', "Stop!"
I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed
On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee
And if we beef, we don't beef long 'cause we gon' creep all night
So I hope you don't sleep all night - we on your street all night
Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get me shoes
'cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes
And the bricks move every followin' week
So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d
And I shower your streets until your av pass out
More bricks than the three of your pigs' last damn house
Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts
And issue work for half and just grab that south
For real, nigga - Wheezy Whee tryin' to shine
From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind
Tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
I start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's
Take seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks
Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it
Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it
And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue
And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move
Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose
Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'ma tax a dude
Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma
Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour
I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss
Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss
Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun
All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run
I'm tryin' to get rich 'cause I wan' shine
You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
Look,
Fuck, Man I been on this block all day
Hot ??? my shirt, Hot
Boy that look like Baby
That aint Baby
That is that nigga
Let's go
Say Lil One
One Whats happenin' with you big dog
Look I need to talk bout some serious shit
Like what?, Look I aint have nothin' to do with killin'
Slow down, I'm talking bout some get money shit an how its gonna go down
Well holla at me nigga, Talk to me, Let me know somethin'
Cause right now I'm tired of husltin, And these rocks aint doin' nothin'
And to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month I'm done with it
I understand, But you ain't listenin' you just talkin'
I said I could get you paid, Is you with that offer?
I know you see me comin' thruogh everyday pimpin'
In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferari
Yea, But I like that Bentely
All thats cool shorty, You can get this if you with me
Let me run it down to ya bout this shipment I'm gettin' in
I mean I'm sayin' it sound good, I like that
What thats a blunt?
Light that, Nigga I'll be right back
Aight cat, Don't be playin', This worth my while?
Lil daddy I play with hoes, Is you a hoe?
Say I got work, I need to flood it all over
I can't do it all myself, So I need me a Lil solider
I been peepin' ya Lil ass, I see you grindin' an shit
I been peepin' you to, Nigga I see you shinin' an shit
An you don't even know how long I been tryin' to find me a brick
To make it flip and take the chips and go an buy me a whip
Fuck a whip, That could wait
You worry bout your cake
Once you make enough to play
Go buy a Z-28
A Z-28
Boy go head, Once I get change
I'mma go an cop me a Range or two platinum chains
Well look I ain't fuckin' with ya
You to young from the start
Man that aint even got anythnig to do with it
Its dedication and heart
Dedication and smarts
Don't put your heart in this game
Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game
Well correct me when I'm worng
And acknowlegde me when I'm right
Lil bitch, If ya hard head ass listen I might
B I'm all ears
Get yo ass in this car
Unlock the door
Its unlocked
Don't holla at me
You ain't my pa
Now stop playin', Look I got a hundred bricks just came
50 ki's of raw dope, and 50 bricks of cocaine
Pays 5 a piece
Every week
Just move it together
I'mma knock off my Lil section
You take care of ya area
Ughhh, Nigga I been waitin' to be the Don round here
I'mma have Coke and Dope
Its gone be on round here
But how you want me to sell this
Zones, Quaters, Halfs, Ki's
However they ask for it, Just give it to them Lil Weezy
I'm all for it cousin
I'mma get me a million
If power get between it I'mma split me a nigga
You better, But when I get you this shit nigga
Let them have it
I bet you be on the block workin', Directin' traffic
Like you park here, You park there, You meet me in the cuts
Say Lil One
Wassup?
We gone fuck it up
Nigga what?
Killa! Huh?
Callin' Lil' Wayne (Wayne) a...
...Killa! Wha? Wha?
Killa! Wha? Wha? Check!
Hold up, you not under the deep cover of the lil' slugga,
Callin' me head busta, Run with me 'K, bluka,
Nigga's done fled from-a... me infrared, sucka,
If him wan' play, busta... come make me day, busta,
Bein' half-way out my nappy head,
But I don't care, I just grab my clip, slap and spray,
Anywhere, it don't matter where a nigga stay,
Jus' believe it when I say, "Guerrilla Warfare"
I swear, there be some more drama up out these bags,
Nigga's in black, drive Jags, camou-flage rags,
Nigga's domes get bust wide open, with blood and sweat,
Nigga's ridin' off in Hummers - laughin', drinkin' Moet,
You know me.. Coullion, standin' four feet..
I'm to-ting cannons, wearin' Rolie's,
See, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my game,
But once I run into that nigga playin' with Wayne, man,
See, when I spin-a you Ben' bet' not be on you block,
But when me jump out with the chop-chop, my no'gga, you drop
Now where yo' nigga's at, comradie? They not wit'chu nah,
I guess they heard that when I'm ridin' I make the crew stop,
Now, is you 'bout what I'm 'bout?
If you 'bout what I'm 'bout, you 'bout drama..
Thuggin' in broad day with four glocks, a knife, and a choppa,
I'm runnin' away, don't get in my way... My nigga...
Callin' me head busta! Callin, callin' me killa!
(Hook 2x)
Them call'un me killa..
Them call'un me head busta, Cash Money nigga,
My niggy, when I'm out late..
Call me what you want.. Full of blunts..
Look out your window, see where them from? Me!
Check! Now as the heat flame up...
Them lookin'-a down the street, them think they see Wayne' truck,
Him whole block gon' scare, 'cause me get me thing and bust,
Them know that Hot Boys known to be danger-ous,
That U.P.T. come down Chopper City, in the ghetto, my man,
Now who that be in the car with the choppa? Oh, it's Lil' Wayne,
I get my 'K - cock, aim, and put holes in your brain,
Give me that rag, you ain't no solja, wipe the blood off my chain,
Gettin' blisty... off in a black F-150,
Bout to do the old usual - hit your block, just spittin,
Heads spinnin' like a set of seventeens or somethin,
Respect me for who I be: Seventeen, head-busta, Because...
(Hook 2x)
Check! Ori-gin-AL Hot Boy, land-cruisin' with guns,
I shall be the one, who burn the block up,
Never miss when I distribute anger up out my Cali'
Hundred shots automatic, Leave ya hopeless in a alley,
Now, when a nigga runs up...
If the nigga love his life, he wouldn't have his guns up
Just because of the simple fact that I'm a Hot Boy...
And got boys... that got toys... to stop noise,
See, when me ride off in the Hummer, leave them set empty,
Down him there street 'cause him want beef,
Now, me tried to tell lil' stupid boy, "Don't mess-a with me."
Now look at him - open up his casket and see,
Click-clack my Mac', twist my fitted cap to the back,
Jump in the black 'Lac, scream "War", and just.. pow! pow!
How you love me now? With five barrels to your eye,
The scene gets wild, and everybody gon' die,
What the dillio? Fill a four-four clip,
You'll get flipped for runnin' off at the lip,
Who behind the gun slang... blunt hang... and twisted?
It's Mis-ter Wayne, Come splittin' when I spit...
(Hook 2x)
See, them callin' me killa.. Ha?
Because them callin' me killa... Wha?
Them nigga's callin' me killa,
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga...
Wha? Callin' me killa... (Killa)
Callin' me killa... (Killa)
Them callin' me killa... (Killa!)
Them callin' me head busta,
Cash Money nigga... (Killa!) Killa! Wha?
But i never take a break
i never take a break
till i see heaven in the gates
i stick that metal in ya face and now they call ya
chrome face
fuck wit me better bring ya lunch cuz its gonna be a
long day
VERSE 2
fuck what ya heard like my dick against ya eardrum
swagger so sharp weezy where you get the spear from
i can make you the son yo momma never hear from
let the tough talk walk and watch how ya fear run
yah and fuck the world is my assignment
and i promise you gonna feel me like blind men
roll or roll over like front wheel alignment
tell them lil niggas dont come near the giant
VERSE 3
uhh now im smellin my self flow sicker than shit
where the hell is my hell startin to feel like makaveli
myself watch i put that mothafuckin mack 11 to ya scalp
yes my maybach i swear that bitch a donkey
had to get the long body cuz tha short one didnt want
mothafucka im ill hungry still greedy thats why my
first week i got a mill
its young money open the bar
if they dont know who if they dont know who we is
i bet they know who we are
no kelly just n.o. and l.a.
we come to fuck shit up like broke levys
gotta gotta phony bitch i swear she a medic
sometimes she give me head and it just get rid of my
[Lil Wayne]
Fo' fo' bulldog, my mother fuckin pet
I point it at you and tell dat motha fucka fetch
I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call dat bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset been f**king the world and n*gga I aint cum yet!
You f**k with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n*ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my f**king address, huh
[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[Rick Ross]
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, b*tch i got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick em off they might be hot, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow b*tch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make b*tch n*gga sit down
Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop palm olive in a n*gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that pays your car notes
Well connected I got killers off in Chicago
[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k
Empty the clip than roll a window up
pussy n*gga sweet, you n*ggas center bun
I'm in a red b*tch, she say she fin to cum
200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass n*gga, P*ssy ass n*gga
I see ya looking, whit yo looking ass n*gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday
[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip ya ass apart then I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
N*ggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f**king up
It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf**k huddle up
[Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
[J. Cole]
When this shit drop, I was like 16
Tryna get some head from a mixed thing
Big dreams, say about some ripped jeans
Nigga got a job, have my little ?
Worst fear is getting robbed for my last 50 dollars that I had left over
5 dollars in they pocket, nigga in his left shoulder
Minimum wage 5.15. 132s on the whip
Kept my shit clean
Actually that was my momma shit
But I’m driving round town on my Obama shit
Middle class my ass, just to get a tank of gas
Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit
But, yeah I’m headed for a scholarship
Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip
Thats why them niggas don’t like me and always wanna fight me
A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely
I know the game I’m an expert
Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?
Nigga I’m gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone
And I aint fuck yet cause her momma always home
God damn, Lor-Lord have Mercy
Please God don’t let this little broad have herpes
My nigga says she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Gold medals if we gave hoes ?
No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos
Spiderman sheets got us singing falsetto
Tall white tee’s, can’t believe we used to wear those
White folks looking at us like we’re weirdos
But we was only kiddo’s
Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittles
Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle
Tryna get the Diddy, cause I murder instrumentals
It’s that good old fashioned Mark Jackson
Fucked then I’ll pass, y’all Utah Jazz
And ya’ll borin’, I don’t play nigga I’m Mark Madsen
Thats why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian
I’m not asking my nigga I don’t need favours
I’m in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger
My team major, we party like teenagers
I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the green ranger
(I fucking ran out of breath)
Team major, we party like teenagers
I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the green ranger
Cole
[Lil Wayne]
I don’t even like this beat, but fuck it
I’m only gon spit a few bars cause I don’t like this beat
Bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes
She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods
They say I’m old school, but I dropped out
Drop ya body off at a cops house
They throwing up them bricks, you better box out
My niggas got enough white to build Barack house
I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein
44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans
I’ve been faded, stone wash jeans
New pussy new money, New Orleans
50 up in that uzi, g-g-g-unit
I murk you with that bitch scratch the serial number, re-use it
I’m from the N-O, stretch you niggas out like limo’s
Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, thats pimples
I’m bout to go banana puddin’
haha, you a dyke cause your man a pussy
Hit you from the blindside no Sandra Bullock
Never bite the hand that feeds you, always watch the hand that’s cooking
Tunechi, D4 Hoe
Shout out Cole
You already know what it is, Cole World
Wayne’s World
We in this bitch hoe
Special delivery at your front door
(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin
{Caller)-hello
{Big Tigger}-yo
{caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit
{Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed?
{caller}yeah u know wut I mean aint nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha fuckin helicopters come from the fuckin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin earth
{Big Tigger}-yeah he aint bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh heh
you have now reached the end of side A it is time to turn over wait turnover
get a fuckin CD asshole so bring your ass down to fuckin sound advice buy a
fuckin CD player go to fuckin sam goody buy the fuckin CD stop copying shit on
tapes you fuckin loser and play the shit right and if you aint feelin it your
fucked up your deaf so the shit better rattle your fuckin trunk better make
your fuckin ear drums bleed better make the neighbors go wow what the fuck is
that whats so loud is there another party at the house no its fuckin Lil Waynes
album rockin this shit motherfucker
Baby"Ghetto Biotch!
(chorus)'what does lif mean to me?
cars clothes an a lot of jewerly.
what does life mean to me?
a fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty.
What does life mean to me?
drinken, pimpen an a whole lot of weed.
what does life mean to me?
every things right what we said, please believe me
(Baby) "Talken"
[Chorus:]
Lets talk it over nooow
Leeeets talk it OOover
[Wayne:]
Heh-um
Hey Princess yeah you
[Verse 1:]
Knew I would love you like a fat kid love food
Knew I would score like shaq did in school
Knew I was stupid
Knew I look like a big fool
I must have had the flu I thought that shit was cool
Knew you would fall in love wit me and the shit I do
But never knew you would murder me What did I do?
Knew you was right for me
Knew I was right for you
Knew I would help you sell
Knew I would right for you
Knew I would keep you well
Knew I would fight for you
Knew I would pull out my heart and bring it right to you
YOU knew all about me baby, but you wasn't about me baby (damn)
Young wayne prepare for change
Cuz it seems like girly don't care the same
You had my chain you beared my name, then we had champagne
[Chorus:]
Lets make a toast
To yooou and me
Lets make a toast to honor the waaay its supposed to be
Oh, oh, oh oooh
[Verse 2:]
Other people telling me I fell off
Other people telling me I felt ya'll
Momma telling me I should at least call
My mind telling Me she should at least call
Felt like I was at the bottom of the sea-saw
Felt like I was at the bottom of the sea-shore
But 'cha gotta let a B ball
And when you open up your eyes I hope u see more
And when I see you I see detour
Don't need to be depressed anymore
Baby girl I need more, now run ya mouth 'till ya knees sore
[Chorus:]
Lets talk it over
Lets talk it over
Lets talk it over Noooooooow
Lets talk it over
Lets talk it over
Lets talk it over Noooooooow
Lets talk it over
Lets talk it over
[Verse 3:]
Uh 5 carrots on the finger got her hands smitten
But everybody get a ring even Scotty Pippin
Everybody got a thing but I guess mine isn't
What my vision
Soo I just sit in my Lamborghini let my top vibe wit me
Kick back and get high wit me
And if she still get me
I hope my wife know she got a playa 4 life and that's no bullshitin
I push love to its full limits
Do a hundred-ninety in the lane called memory
And I know you in that lane wit me
But when the light change
You didn't change wit it
And now im honkin my horn
gotta get that dead grass off of my lawn
As I mow'z on, the chanpagne's never Froze-on
As it pourz on the floor
[Chorus:]
Lets make a toast
To yooou and me
Lets make a toast to honor the waaay you supposed to be
Oh, oh, oh oooh
gutta holla at them niggas
I come thru like move bitch, get out tha way
for i pull yhis glock out and stick it dead in ya face nigga
a young wild nigga
don't crack a smile nigga
i pull it out and start bustin' in the crowd nigga
and i do it for my gangsta niggas
don'y give a fuck run in the club a nigga (shit)
and look i keep it gangsta on the regular
stay in ya place gutta ten steps ahead of ya
snitch rattin muhfuckas call 'em federals
get the fuck out my way, that's what ya better do
or that berretta leave that lead up in ya sweater dude
i leave ya stupid ass dead up in the woods dude
i'm so hood dude
got that escalade riddin' 22 shoes
who want it with tha sqad nigga we could clash crews
bitch we bad news
stsy ya distance lil nigga we will smash you
get out a pact young money's on a cash root
i'm on that inny v-twizzy blowin' past you
it's the young slim high yellow bad dude
get at me get at me
weezy baby
man i'm a g-a-n-g-ster
take it to the streets say when he scurred
t-streets let me see you make the z skiiiirt
fee-fee go and lace the weed with the syrup
weezy, don of the sqad nigga bow down
excuse yaself from the table we bout to chow down
we bust up in this bitch wit our smiles down
oh wow wow glock cock 4-4 pow pow
got a lion in the engine wit the loud growl
little kids and pets run from the roaw roaw
say round we bout to bring it back to our town
man shit bout to go down down
supa got that brown now
and little stacky got them pounds now
wodie, we got money from the floor to ceiling
homie talk slick we got money on the floor we bout to kill him
put money on my flow man i'ma win it
fee i got us papi, u could sit back and put ya feet up
i'ma make sure we all eat my nigga feed up
and u could catch me g'd up
at the stage at the club tosssin g's up
or at the table wrappin' ki's up
they tell me i could make it rappin put them ki's up
but i'm like 25 ki's up
the streets is tuff,
man i gotta get these peeps they stuff, it's a hot summer
u could still catch me and stunna in a 4 door lexus
it's only weezy baby no more extras
and u know he bout to buy me a 4 door testa' (testarosta)
just cuz he's impressed wit my solo effort
i show no care for, those who left us
fuck those fellas i'm so rebellious
i show no remorse
when u see me hold ya thought's or we gon' hold court
and i know u don't wanna hold court
i bust up in this bitch wit a k and bang out the whole court
You Have Now Reached The End Of Side A It Is Time To Turn Over Wait Turnover
Get A Fuckin Cd Asshole So Bring Your Ass Down To Fuckin Sound Advice Buy A
Fuckin Cd Player Go To Fuckin Sam Goody Buy The Fuckin Cd Stop Copying Shit On
Tapes You Fuckin Loser And Play The Shit Right And If You Aint Feelin It Your
Fucked Up Your Deaf So The Shit Better Rattle Your Fuckin Trunk Better Make
Your Fuckin Ear Drums Bleed Better Make The Neighbors Go Wow What The Fuck Is
That Whats So Loud Is There Another Party At The House No Its Fuckin Lil Waynes
Album Rockin This Shit Motherfucker
(feat. Baby)
[Lil Wayne]
Listen...I'ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet
My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street
Until I wake and see another fuckin day is relief
I pray that he keep, I'm scrappin my knees from chasing this cheese
I had point guard dreams of playin for some team
Hit the block and made NBA money in one week
See I hussle in the hood and plus I fly birdies
And play the tracks out every month so I can ride dirty
needed someone to manage my money I hired Shelly
But Shelly started talkin to much so she died early
They got me loadin up my Benz with my eyes blurry
I sent the message to the fucker at bout five thirty
Now if the bitch aint got my dice for me then I'm sorry
But i'ma leave everyone who outside bloody
And then I go in the stash get the coke and the cash
I'm lettin niggas score it for half, I'm hopein it last
But still nigga don't, I might have to just go in the lap
And if its slow in the ass back to the rope and the mask
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Man we got that white girl,
and wigga talk bout uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad then we got low ki's..
Dog who got um? We got that white girl
and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's..
Man who got um? We got that white girl
and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's..
Playa who got um?
[Juvenile]
I hate when a nigga flex up and he's makin it sound
As though he been doin that border, but that nigga would drown
My block been infiltrated by uh whole lot of fake ass niggas
Scared ass niggaz, wont even bust uh grape ass niggaz
I'm talkin to you! so take it how you want ho
I've been here for uh minute, so I looked up and you dont move
Ya partnuhs been fuckin wit ya cause they know how you is
Niggas be smackin ya and humpin you and snatchin yo shit
Matter fact get the fuck out my face, befo' I put you in ya place
I'm one secound from bustin the drapes
Well you can get ya money and all but not ch'ere
Lil daddy I been runnin this section for 5 years, first of all I dont like ya
I dont know ya, run and get ya gun if you want I'm gon show ya
You one of them niggaz try earning your stripe
Lil daddy I'm one of them niggaz that'll hit ya at night
[Chorus]
[Baby]
That liquor like dope nigga I gots to have it,
Cook flip the brick with some heavy traffic
Guns gon bust if these niggas be lackin
Cadallac, gold spokes, brick head, and baskets
Overflow this bitch white work gone faster
Tradegy of uh murder case twisted and laughin
In the bentley drop top and Pac is blastin
Hit the hood jumpin the cop, we start the stashin
Bunch of white t-shirts phone calls harrasment
Bought a pot on that shit make it hot and ejectin
He standin on my two feet he purrin 'I aint blastin'
Coming up from child hood days about my cashing
Hundred g's on the trunk of the Escalade Cadi
I never did listen , I never mind my daddy
My brother gave him a game cookin in an ally
4 bricks two guns I'm runnin to my parents
[Chorus x2]
[B.G. talking:]
What's happening?
The Hot Boy$ got some feelings they like to get off they chest
And if these niggaz feel like we feel, then y'all niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here
[B.G.:]
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo block so quick
I feel Turk will be quiet and take yo shit
I feel Juve will catch you slipping and unload the tech
I feel a big ass helicopter on the set
Sometimes I don't even know how I feel
But I feel if you hating shit goin' get real
I feel like goin' buy me a brand new car
I feel like the neighborhood superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big royalty check
I feel this nigga mad cuz I fucked his bitch
I feel like this nigga could just suck my dick
I feel like we taking over the industry fo'' sho
I feel like this bitin'' wannabe soldiers already know
I feel like Fresh is the best at beats
I feel like when you hear this shit you goin' feel like me
[Hook: B.G. and Juvenile]
Nigga fuck you, I feel just like you [x3]
[B.G.:]
You fucking with the B.G., you fucking with the whole crew
[Young Turk:]
I feel like niggaz trying to size me up
I feel like niggaz trying to bust me up
I feel like 'Look, I can't be stopped'
I feel like me and my click too hot
I feel like hitting the block with four niggaz
I feel like the whole CMB made niggaz
I feel like hitting the ho after this ''cert
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with Juve, the B.G. and Turk
I feel like we bout to blow up in this world
I feel like if I gotta hustle I'mma sell some ?furl?
Sometimes I just feel like jumping shop
I feel if my rhyme got beat, I'mma ride
I feel if a nigga flex up I pop the ?tro?
I feel like I could a nigga ho if I want
I feel like just getting it how I live
I feel like respect my mind lemme feel how I feel
[Hook]
[B.G.:]
You fuck with Lil' Turk, you fucking with the whole crew
[Juvenile:]
I feel like I'mma lose my life for this
I feel like I'mma have to fight for this
I feel motherfuckers they goin' say I'm wrong
I feel niggaz goin' get buck when they hear my song
I feel like puttin' 20's on up in my car
I feel like taking these bitch niggaz to war
I feel I deserve me a platinum plaque
I feel I shouldn't have to ask for that
I feel y'all hos know a nigga want here
I feel y'all bitches know I'm holding my dick
I feel y'all know I'm bout to hit me a lick
I feel like goin' to Texas for me some brick
I feel the policeman making me sick
I feel like the law don't wanna see a nigga with shit
I feel like God can only judge me now
I feel like death can only budge me now
[Lil' Wayne:]
Nigga I feel like that everything I write somebody else will bite
I really think its the south fresh tracks they be tight
I just can't explain I feel like when 200 0 come it'll be out my way
I feel like the Hot Boy$ them should be the president
I feel like burning up yo body to leave no evidence
I feel like money is the most important thing next to my seater
I feel like I should have no bald head tramp up in my beamer
And I also feel that I'm also real
Ain't no rollie like my rollie, noone live like I live
And I, I feel that I'm one of a kind
I feel like niggaz call shot but they ain't got bitches like mine
I feel like tonight I'm goin' ride, ride
And if you feel you goin' die, die
Now baby, baby, baby what the deal
Respect my mind I'm just telling you how I feel
[the rest is talking]
[B.G.:]
Now look, how you feel Juve? How you feel?
[Juvenile:]
I feel like a millionaire
[B.G.:]
How you feel Baby?
[Baby:]
I feel like pocketing mo bottles than a lowlife nigga fuck that
[B.G.:]
I feel like fucking all these niggaz' bitches who be hating on me and
I'm fucking 'em anyway
I just signed this deal, I just bought moms a new crib
And it's all good
I feel like bringing my car by ?killing?
I feel like letting 'em just bust that bitch out
[Baby:]
I feel like making a come up in a ?milf?
I feel like getting that ?alley goat? by myself
[B.G.:]
I feel like motherfuck the world
I feel like buying diamonds for my lil' girl
[Baby:]
I feel like niggaz need to stop stealing our shit
Ya heard me, stop stealing our shit
[B.G.:]
I feel like Mannie Fresh is the shit
[Baby:]
I fell like Turk...I feel like Turk is the block burner
[Young Turk:]
And I feel we taking nigga child if they hurt our feelings ya heard me?
[Baby:]
I feel like fuck the world nigga
[B.G.:]
I feel these niggaz need to stop stealing our shit
And My Grill Is Ill
Ice Bright White Light Ya Lil?
Did I Do That
Throwin Up Signs
Like Im With A Frat
Eagle Street Bitch
See Me When Ya Wanna
Find Me Im The Owner
Them Yellow Diamonds Lookin Like A Fridge Full Of Coronas
Gonnas
Ya See Thru Like Cubic Zerconiam
And Me I Keep It Funky Like Pubic Aroma
Hit Em With The Glock
Put Em In A Coma
Now What That Boy Got
Uhhh Glaucoma
My Weed Is Stronger
Uh Uh Wait
I Like Promethozine
Im In A Snail Race
My Watch Lines? Pick Up 88
Because I Got Crack Rocks As A Watch Face
Ya Girl Stick To Me Like Scotch Tape
Goodie? Colors In The Shade Nigga Fuck Bape
And Im Cold Like Upstate
All These Hoes Feel My Feung Shwei
Weezy Baby Im Here All Day
Your Girl Wanna Eat Me Alive
Im Like An Entree
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karen, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin'
Fly gearrr but I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't takin'
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)
I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can't touch it,
If u touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don't want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy,
You ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a dance boy,
And move my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps [x3]
In the back and in the front.
My lovin' got u,
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, ge
it, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She's got me spendin'.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'.
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.
Yea, that's me, T man,
T.I. dot com bitch,
TIP fuck wit ya boi, hey that is my brotha ladies and gentleman T.I.
And he is the king bitch, don't get that shit twisted,
And me, I am the best rapper alive ladies and gentleman, hello!
This is the drought 3 and it's been a minute since I rapped on a Manny Fresh beat,
But uh, I guess I'll go ahead and show these niggas what to do with one of the beats man
I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked, ridin wit a bad hoe with her girlfriend in tha back, i like to get real high and i never look back and you don't wanna try me don't i look strapped? I come from tha hardest city, ain't nobody fuckin wit it, i got black and gold soul wit a fresh New Orleans fitted, and a collared polo and a pair of new chucks, Young Money motherfucka, i know you worry about us, Cash Money motherfucker, CMR i trust, never had my jaw brokin but his jaw i'll bust, and i probably got your girlfriend on my bus, what happens on my bus stays on my bus, and that white widow weed out the jar is a must, if you give me a cigar then a cigar i'll bust, put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff, look ma i'm tryin to make a porno starring us, well not just us, a couple foreign sluts, yea we make this summer manage twain, ya'll in? i be with Jim Jones and we be ballin ballin, yea baby we ballin like Rawlins and Spalding, pint of DJ screw and that Hawaiian, i am leaning like 3 legged lion, climbing right to the top of the motherfuckin mountain, counting, i'm gonna need an accountant to count it, Manny got this fuckin beat pounding it's pounding, but it was just lost until i found it, i found it, stole it like a scoundrel, holly grove hound it, put this bitch to sleep, fucking right i night-gowned it,nigga's talkin cheap, tell them niggas pipe down bitch, bloods in the building, now everybody soundless,beatin up this track like a motherfuckin round-fist, blind deaf or crazy, i'mma spit like a long kiss, i'm just a martian ain't nobody else on this planet, see i know this i live by my only, say where my cheese nigga? where my macaroni?, baby i get up in da ass and act a donkey, candy armed candy nigga grippin the grain, see i'm the only fire that can live in the rain, i am so so New Orleans, like 1825 Tulane
Ha ha ha, see you gotta be New Orleans to know what I'm talkin bout, and if you don't...fuck you
Say what I want, and I don't want nothin cuz I got everything, bitch.
Drama I'm on fire man rock
(Lets go)
Weezy motherfucker
What it do holla at me
All the niiggas tryin to hate me
And the bitches tryin to have me
I'm a money man
Yep I get it from my daddy ho
In war we can beef like the nolia and the calio
Hollygrove my batte yo
Let that automatic go
Test me while I'm chillin
And I kill you from my patio
Bitch my shadow look good
I'm just feelin Weezy
Hop in my shit and say goodbye
Cause the ceilings leavin
Believe me
They ain't tryin to see me
Tell 'em I be the nigga with the burner in the beanie
I'm the fireman
She just call me when she steamin
I wet her up and put her out and leave the bitch dreamin
Niggaz say they hot
But its really not seemin
If these guys bad then I gotta be a deamon
Wayne's getting money like Damon and Kenan
Try and take it from me and I'm aimin and squeezin
Bangin and leavin
Stains on the cement
Slide the crackers something
So they tame the policemen
Left in a porche
Came in a car-nation
I'm fresh
Man the gucci sweats came with the creases
I'm hot but I'm cold
I just change with the seasons
Tryin to put some cheese on my pieces
If you lookin for your nigga
I be where the water gets deeper
Huggin on that money
Tryin to put it in a sleeper
Yea I'm here
Who the fuck wanna say somethin
Leave your whole head empty
Like a straight pumpkin
Make no assumption
I'm hustlin
Your girlfriend guzzlin
And you thought she wasn't
Name still buzzin even when I'm doin nothin
But I'm never dioig nothin
Cause I'm always getting money
That's simple jackass
If you don't get it your a dummy
And them niggaz that push me
Ain't nut but pure pussy
Sure honey I done heard what you said
But if a nigga really cared
You'd already be dead
Just some young ass niggaz
With some old ass bread
Yes I keep them dollas running
Like them bitches got legs
Now my nigga Taz Po
Been ridin with me since Keds
And my right wrist
Is looking like a cracked open egg
Thays white and yellow diamonds
Adjust your lighting
I got 'em so mad but
Oh I think they like me
This is a dedication motherfucker
This is Gangsta Grillz you bastards
Nigga we bussin and bussin
To the banga bus
No we don't run for the olympics
But the flame's with us
I got that 'tussin
That scummy and the angel dust
So pick you high I will supply
And correct changes, what's up
We bring the bus in
We bussin, like this thang's for us
You niggas is sleeveless man
You can't hang with us
I got a bitch who speaks spanglish
She keep her bangels danglin'
In the cocaine thats right up her anus
Old Wayne is right up in the spot
Like he's supposed to
B got hova at the game
And now he coachin'
Me but I been the champion
Happy as I ever been
Lampin' in the Hamptons like
What the fuck is a hammock?
The chef up in the kitchen like
What the fuck is a sandwich?
I'm like we need to find middle ground
We need balance
Challenge me, that'd be to my advantage
I'm outstandin' like standin' outside
Up in the twister and walkin'
Not damaged
Standin' outside up in the blizzard
And walkin' hot handed
Servin' nickle bags in Iraq
Bet I will not panic
Swerve the nickle black if I wreck
Bet I will not panic
Cop another one the next day
And drive it crazier
The seat to be lazier
Shit or beat Gravy uh
Need a serifine of my girls
So then I baby her
Waving her at two crazy
Fugazez I'm too brazy
Three brazies deep
We got 380's and P80's
Nice 9's, M10's
M1's and 12 Gauges
Shell casings
Money put up for jail cases
Bail making
My momma say
Tuck your chain son
They'll take it
I hit up with one of them still faces
Like, I'll be dowm mama
They know who I am mama
I'm still your little boy
But to them I'm the man mama
Fuck with your boy man
Hollygrove the hood nigga
Throw it in your face
'Till you get that understood
Chorus
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat
Call yo click
Squeez yo clip hit tha right one pass tha weed
Gotta lite one
Wat ya mammy told ya bout fuckin round with them soilders
Told ya I'll be back I'm commin I got that tolamansoda
Dats blood all ova ya sofas
Blood all ova ya postas,
Blood all ova ya sholdas,
Blood all ova tha strollas,
Do that shit I done that shit it's Weezy Baby
He's a baby put that nigga run that shit
Make that money come back quick
Take that money from that bitch
She know wat it be M-O-B
Pistol write the M-I-Re
You know wat it be M-O-Me
Bitches know were that lime lead 2 words
Room key, where? Penthouse Suiet
Wear not a damn thing
I'm here batabambing
My hand bing
My wrist bling
My neck bling
My ear bling
Supa bowl ring bitch
Cash money young money
Supa bowl team bitch
Money, money, money, money
I'm true to those things bitch
You with those pussy hoes I shoot at those queens bitch
This Is New Orleans bitch,
Murder, dope fein shit!
Chorus
Wat ya papi told ya bout fuckin round with them soilders
I told ya i'm comin back I got that Tolamatola
Dats blood all ova ya rova
Blood all ova ya shofa
Blood all ova ya lofa's
If I get in to close thats
Blood all ova my toasta
Blood all ova my hosta
I'm in em' Es-Cas that's
Blood all ova my hova's (Fuck)
I'm hustlin with a Motive
My niggas need me
The a tiger In my pocket
Say 'Feed me' It's greedy
See them niggas
Jack them niggas
Kill them niggas
Wack them niggas
Ask them bitches
Ask them niggas
Weezy Baby that tha nigga
Catch me smashin In tha Vee
Matchin seats, matchin feet
Sheesh that bitch too sweet fa tha streetz
Got that key for tha leaf, that feast the beef
No need to speak, let It be wat It be
Niggas want piece, I make em' leave here
Piece by piece
Fuck me
Fuck you
Wat it is
Wat it do
I've been ready since 81' and I was born I 82'
Holleygrove where I'm from
but we call that bitch tha Zoo
I ain't neva trust a bitch since she ate that forrbidden fruit
Sucka free,
sucka proof,
50 shots,
Cut em Loose
Quarter back weezy baby
Shotgun, run and shoot
Comin true youngin do wat youngin do ball baby
at Home Furnacatin, homie by tha phone waitin
Got-Damn
-I-Am
-A-Man
-Tha-Man
-Tha-Mu
-Tha-Fuck
-Ing-Pre-Sident
Bitch
Chorus
My name Wayne and I came to party
my watch an Icee and my chain a Frostee
Them bitches like me, but they mayne's is salty
I aint on strike three, but his brains'll cost me See I'ma chill
like waitin for the doctor I'm awaitin for the proper head doctor hey
I need a check up, and mami tellin me her man need to step up
I'm like, say no more cuzz there's the door
and my niggaz like 'I ain't tryin' hate on yours
I'm like boy I don't save no whore, oh no
I'm too small to go against the cold
So I grab me a freak and be like, 'let's roll'
Cause after the afterparty is the muhfuckin bachelor party
that's what's up, master suite master me
and we be 'ungh' all night like Master P yeah
My name Wayne and I came from money
I gotta pretty bitch wit me, but her brains is ugly
Got a city bitch wit me, but her brains is country
Yeah a silly bitch wit me, man her brains is dummy
Be smart I'll take the brains of dummies
that desert eagle new, workout plan, brain then tummy
I ain't got no umbrella and it's rainin' money
I'm dumb better than these lames that's stuntin
I run better like, Corey Dillion for the New England Pats
They like, no he didn't get that new Bentley black and white
Sure he did, no kiddin', know he kitted it
Know he told the dealer make sure there's no equivalent
So that makes this a one of one
That means none before it, none to come
Young money but the money aint young neither's the night
what are you drinkin' make it a double you in trouble OH
My name wayne and I came to rock
I come a long way from turnin' cocaine to rock
and like the song say get, getcha ass on up
but her thong say pull me down or to the side
and I go and say, sweetie can you open up your walkway
bet I run up and down your hallway all day shit
ain't nothin like a hard day menage
I call it three the hard way, Ohhh
Hollygrove hard case, Scarface all face
very similar to my pa face, I'm particular bout my court case
I ride fly, look out the window you saw space
I ride high, my interior tye die, I'm so superior
You lookin' at Cash Money's interior you hearin' me
Birdman, J-R a period, holla at a nigga when you're serious shit
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, holla at me
(mannie fresh in background)
[Verse One]
Say boooyyyyy
You ain't want to get hit with the AR, AR, 15, 15, flip cars
So just imagine what it do to pussy niggaz that goin against me
I come hhhaaard, I'm so hard
I'm bruising up my knuckles I'm watching my fist bleed, fist bleed
So whhhaaat
I'm bustin this bustin, this fuckin up everybody that I see
So move to the left, cause you might catch a hot one
Tear a whole square out ya chest with the shotgun
Make a whole pair out one nigga with the shotgun
We can go there, my nigga, I'm so there
Ridin by myself with the chopper on the backseat
Shoot out the driver side knock his body to the backseat
Stop pause, make the Dominique Dawes
Flippin bitch niggaz when them shorty's go off he
[Chorus]
Lose the handguns, we don't got back nigga
We hold shotguns, we pop that nigga
And when you shot it, don't it
It make ya body bounce
You do the shorty bounce
And when it hit you don't it
It make ya body bounce
You do the shorty bounce, bounce
Shorty Bounce
Now bounce shorty bounce
Now bounce shorty bounce
It make ya body bounce
[Verse Two]
Now, ay fella
You ain't wanna get hit with the AK, AK, 47, 47, heavy metal
Guns and roses
Roses and dresses
Funeral settins
Blessins
Ay man
You see 'em on the waist
I'm tryna shoot straight, straight shot
Don't lose faith
Homie use safe
Hit ya in ya grill, now they call you two face
This ain't dance, this a motherfuckin' pressure point
Eartquake, break a nigga down to a decimal
Break a nigga break, break a nigga down to a vegetable
Lay ya grandmother next to you
This the the untestable, the untouchable
The young stunna do, whatever stunna do
Stop pause nigga, make the Dominique Dawes
Flippin bitch niggaz when them shorty's go off he
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Ay chump
You ain't wanna get hit with this straight pump
just a pump, with the pump, with the pump
Not the pump, the pump
You know if I get em, you got already, you got already gotta slump
I shot 'em once, with the buckshots
Make it look like a sun shots
A nice body all dumb hot
He turned cold dead
Anybody in the city cops say did
Look me in my eyes nah look me in my barrel
Leave a barrel strawberry cherry on ya apple
I'm a very scary, new orleans mammal
Shorty on my back got me workin like a camel
Put a hole in ya back and lift you up
I'm weezy f baby
Guess whats up
Stop pause, make the Dominique Dawes
Flippin bitch niggaz when them shorty's go off he
[Chorus]
f/ Big Tymers, Tha Capos, Mack 10
[Mannie Fresh]
Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa)
Check me out (Come on)
Cash Money Millionaires
Check me out
[Lil Wayne]
Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin things
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades
Diamond face wit tha diamond brace
Aye, more colors than the game Simon Says
Go lights out
And mami on forty-fifth she said she "Diked Out"
And she ain't like too much of stick, but got tha right mouth
So I took it anyway
But aye I'm a playa, don't need ya (ughh) anyway
OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin
All these karats like I'm some kinda vegetarian
If they play, I bury them, y'all already knowin
I threw up my arm and really thought it started snowin
See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me?
Aye I got cake like everyday my birthday
Wait, I don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's
(Shine) - Check my baby mamma
(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) - I'ma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) - Don't know when I'm comin home
(Shine) - Doin X and drank Cris'
(Shine) - My life is tha shhh...
[Mack 10]
I rock em all, brown rocks to baguettes
I bang and ball, like blood and crypt sets
On Lear Jets, I'm done and dirty and so flossy on tha scene
I'm ridin on dub dueces wit TV screens
And my garge is full of rag tops and candy paints
(Baby: Tha new Bently out?)
If I don't got it, it ain't
Cause my grind is to shine, I'm as real as they come
And In case you didn't know, I'm tha man where I'm from
Ask em who rock ice on tha west (Baby: They say Mac)
Ask em who gotta scared wearin vests (Baby: They say Mac)
Ask em who got like thirty cars (Baby: They say Mac)
Ask em who got strip, scars, and bars (Baby: They say Mac)
Man I'ma whole lot richer since tha for life scence
Went countin myself, to a money machine
I'ma get till I can't, wit tha U.P.T.
It's chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C
[Hook]
(Mikkey)
Now introducin Mikkey, you could find me crusin tha city
Black X-5, wit four dymes wit me, Y'all feel me
Down wit CMR, so you know my cash is long
Brains, I ain't even gotta ask it's on
Come on, tha ice is blue, the remey is red
Haters turn green, queens wanna give me some head
Still I'm quick to pop two in tha feds
Ya know I been hungry my whole life, so I'm due for some bread
Go head, name another click that could rap above us
A bunch of millionaires walkin wit our gats in public
Cats love it, boosie broads deny it
They step to tha store to buy it, go home and bump it in private
And you know me, I'm low key
Nothin special, just a pinky ring, a Roley, a lil ice on tha bezel
And when I drive by, I can't help doin tha drive-by
Cause my rims be killin haters, every time I ride by
[Hook]
[Christina]
Look, I got shoes, boots, coops wit missin roofs
Chris stackin, even when I'm in tha booth
Got charms and charms, you can call me tha bomb
And you can call me Deep Blow, cause tha smoke under my arm
Got Royces on vogues, countin banks rolls
Even y'all hoes is sendin me roses
I'm nasty and iced up, call me Nicisty
On a bike or in a truck, yeah what you like me
Shoes, bags call me Parda
Haters never mess wit me, don't call me nuda (Ha-Ha)
I sip dun, call me Lady Don
Rock leather on my Harley, call me tha Bomb
Brought a new Coup, painted it baby blue
Got it new shoes sittin on twenty-two's
(Mannie Fresh)
Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun (wha-wha)
Ya Heardz, sittin on twenty-two's
[Hook]
[Baby]
I'ma stunna, a band new colorful hummer
A Benz, I could ride everyday of tha summer
Brought a Jag for my baby girl, surrounded right
Wit nothin but ice, new whip wit Barda pipes
I could shine when I wanna, buy a ride when I wanna
Cook a brick, cut it up and sell dime if I wanna
Just scored a PT and I streched it quick
Big rims, six tires, candy paintin it slick
Put tha ice on tha shelf until you match my wrist
Golf ball earrings, thirty karats a lick
Got Brian in a mink, got Pearl in a mink
Carivan Excersen, twenty inches look deep
Catch me on tha lake wit a flock of freaks
Me and Mannie tearin it down, cause we love tha streets
Gotta barbecue poppin, bouta cook up tha meat
Fa sho baby girl laced wit ice and mink
[Hook]
[Stone]
I hold it down like and what
Brown and Tan stunnas
Platinum matchin wrists like I broke some handcuffs
Drivin a CL-6
Ridin wit Bear's clique
Tha block done got hot, I'm slingin them raw bricks
We givin them haters trouble
They I was seachin rubber
Lil wodie steady bouncin in a brand new Bubble
Cop rocks like small mountains
Hit blocks wit four ounces
You know you can't stop our watery, we got out own fountain
[Lac]
You can catch me in tha Di-ablo, on chrome wit tha top missin
Tha ring, tha piece, tha chain, and tha watch glistenin
All in a drop Bentley on twenty-two inches
Wit no note, and I sure ain't rent this
Here come Lac and he stuntin, stuntin
Ridin up tha lake on Super Sunday
When I come through I'm tryna jump in somethin
Sound at fifty, and I'm bumpin, bumpin
* send corrections to the typist
(Lil Wayne Talking)
I never felt better, Never have, Never will, (Holla)
I mean all I see is money, I got a C-Note between my eyes, (Its Real)
Please feel me, Sqad Up nigga, (For Real)
I'ma dig deep folk, Dig deep dogg, (Its Real)
Now listen, Now what you is?
(Verse 1)
I am what you call a survivor, like trouble with drama
But I recover with power, and love it with honor
Discovered as a son of a problem
Remember smugglin powder throught the doors of my high school
To force up they nostril, 'til it got full
But now they pop for a pill
Lil one here's what's up, Drugs could kill
But drugs could heal
If ya, ahh, ill for that good feel
And it feels good when them fields pull
We wheels quarters through the real raw parts of the streets
My hearts in the streets, So watch what ya step
When ya run from the gunfire of Glocks and Tech's
Specials and Pumps, Vests is for chumps
Eat ya chests for lunch, munch
Young country dude, hunt ya down with tools
Repsect my presence, I step with weapons
You fall in seconds
Its all in the code of the streets, we go by it and stop from it
Real nigga talk, No frontin
(Chorus)
Do you understand the words that are comin out of my mouth?
If ya dont its because I'm speakin real nigga
Real nigga, This here is real nigga talk
Real nigga talk dogg, I hope you feel me
Let me talk to you dogg, You gotta feel me
I hope you feel me, You gotta feel me
Listen
(Verse 2)
Chrome's hidden inside of my tires
You should see the size of my tires
Ridin' on Mark McGwires, I spark the fire
Got me higher than a late flight
From L.A. to New York twice in the same night
Got some shit in my bag to make ya vein white, Cocaine pipe
Watch homie's brains get rain whipped
Thats the type of sight to make Wayne right
They sayin life is short but money is long, And money is life
So for now I'm runnin the lights, in the 600 with pipes
Hop out, Collar Polo, and under the stripes is something that bites
We will be thuggin for life
And can't nothin pursuede or change us
We gangstas, we live it, I'm in the post without a Pippen
But fuck it, I'm just shootin when I can't move
Who'da knew I can't lose
And truthfully through the loot that's Young Money Entertainment
You get it arranged then holla at me
(Chorus w/ minor variations)
(Verse 3)
I burn in the winter, stand up in the fall
Stand up in the stands, and stand up for my dogs
Them asses I will spall, the plan is too ball
But the stuff I got in my pants cuff
is enough to make'em put my hands on the wall
Work, push on the strip, I'm pushin the whip
Fat back pockets, my cushion if I'm lookin to slip
I'm hookin ya lip, If ya play hookie with my chips
Put that ass kitchen, bitch, when ya cookin that shit
Dodge hoes, jukin and shit
Cause I can see beautiful women, but I'm not lookin for shit
I'm from the hood where you tooken for shit
So you gotta take the shit, and make ya shit
I had to bring home the bacon bits
Cause Pop's was fakin, and he left a nigga bakin shit
Now my heart ache and itch, from all the flagrant shit
I gotta take in, and thug out
Real nigga talk, bitch
(Chorus w/ minor variations)
F/ Baby, Lac
Uh oh
Uh oh
Look
Listen
[Verse 1]
Now watch me break em up
Tape em up
Gun up in his face
I be like straighten up
Do make me bust
Run up in this place
I put my K to her and Uzi to him
I woosy from gin
Like shut up or get two to your chin
You and your friend ??? how they do it in the pen
I'm kinda off
The 90 sparks give a damn bout your car
I'm behind the tips of the Excursion
Drunk and swervin'
Your mom was twerkin
Don't be jerkin in the middle of ???
I heard he got the murders so I'm going to get 'em
His boys are trippin so now I got his ma and children
Plus I slid inside tha back of A
96 Acura
Click-Clack and A
Black automatic Cataca
Bitches got me rataca
Pistols out to damage ya
I swear i'll have this broads brains over the Avena
Mario and Samua
Screamin' man blast her brah
Now you reall askin fa
A motherfuckin massaca
WHAT!
Chorus: Baby, (Lac)
Put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
(Nigga if you got lets continue to deal)
(If you move twenty birds I consider you real)
Put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
I, put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
(Nigga if you got lets continue to deal)
(If you move twenty birds I consider you real)
What, put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
[Lil' Wayne: talking]
Fuck, man I been on this block all day
(say, say, say, say, say)
Hot man, get off my shirt, hot man
(Oh whatchu got?) Ohhh who that?
Boy that look like Baby, that ain't (that's dubs?)
That ain't Baby (that's dubs?)
That ain't - that is that nigga man (lets go)
[Baby] Say Lil' One
[Wayne] What, what's happening with you big dog?
[Baby] Look I need to talk about some serious shit dog
[Wayne] Like what? Look I ain't have nothing to do with
killing them...
[Baby] Slow down, I'm talking bout some getting money shit
and how its gonna go down
[Wayne] Well holla at me nigga, talk to me, let me know something
cause right now I'm tired of hustling
and these rocks ain't doing nothing
and to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month, I'm done with it
[Baby] Understand, but you ain't listening you just talking
I said I could get you paid, is you with that offer?
I know you see me coming through everyday pimpin
In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferrari
[Wayne] Yeah, but I like that Bentley
[Baby] All thats cool shorty, you can get this if you with me
Let me run it down to you bout this shit that I've been getting in
[Wayne] I mean, I'm saying, it sound good, I like that
[Baby] What thats a blunt?
[Wayne] Yeah
[Baby] Light that, nigga I'll be right back
[Wayne] Aight cat, just don't be playing, this worth my while?
[Baby] Lil' daddy I play with hoes, is you a hoe?
[Wayne] Nah
[Baby] Say I got work, I need to flood it all over
I can't do it all myself, so I need me a lil' solider
I been peeping ya lil' ass, I see you grinding and shit
[Wayne] I been peeping you too, nigga I see you shining and shit
And you don't even know how long I been trying to find me a brick
To make it flip and take the chips and go an buy me a whip
[Baby] Fuck a whip, that could wait
You worry bout your cake
Once you make enough to play, go buy a Z-28
[Wayne] A Z-28, boy go head, once I get change
I'ma go an cop me a Ranger and two platinum chains
[Baby] Well look I ain't fucking with you
You too young from the start
[Wayne] Man that ain't even got anything to do with it
Its dedication and heart
[Baby] Dedication and smarts
Don't put your heart in this game
Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game
[Wayne] Well correct me when I'm wrong
And acknowlegde me when I'm right
[Baby] Lil' bitch, if your hard head ass listen I might
[Wayne] B, I'm all ears
[Baby] Get your ass in this car
[Wayne] Unlock the door
[Baby] Its unlocked
[Wayne] Don't holla at me
You ain't my pa
[Baby] Now stop playing, look I got a hundred bricks just came
fifty ki's of raw dope, and fifty bricks of cocaine
Pays five a piece
[Wayne] Every week?
[Baby] Just move it together
I'ma knock off my lil' section
You take care of your area
[Wayne] Ughhh, nigga I been waiting to be the Don 'round here
I'ma have Coke and Dope
It's gone be on 'round here
But how you want me to sell this
Zones, Quarters, Halfs, Ki's?
[Baby] However they ask for it, just give it to them Lil' Wheez
[Wayne] I'm all for it cousin
I'ma get me a million
If power get between it I'ma split me a nigga
[Baby] You better, but when I get you this shit nigga
Let them have it
I bet you be on the block, working - directing traffic
[Wayne] Like you park here, you park there, you meet me in the cuts
[Baby] Say Lil' One
[Wayne] What's up?
[Baby] We gonna fuck it up
[Wayne] Nigga what? Nigga what? Haha
[Car sounds in background as you hear Lil' Wayne
whispering something you can't understand]
[Prodigy]
Yo, yo, it's like this Dunn
Uh-huh, yo
Sittin back plottin on ways
How we can get this money, we need us a payday
Dig in my pocket, it's nuttin but change
I dig deeper, but still comin up wit change
So we, called our lawyers to fix this shit
He said it's aight, we bout to be _Free Agents_
Have patience, we can't though, we need paper
Like thirty-five million'll straighten us up
It's nuttin for us to make these songs that bump
Shit that out, then tour for like six months but..
This can't be life, this can't be all there is for us
We need more cream to splurge
Thinkin back, how we used to pick herbs
Me and Hav' in Manhattan, stickin up cowards
for they wallets and Starter hats
For anything worth somethin, we beat 'em out of that
But fuck all that, we grown men, we need Porsches
We need Porsche endorsements and more shit
Yeah Dunn, that sound righteous
I feel stressed though -- so I just
hop in my truck for a drive
Bring my nine, cause that's how I stay alive
As I peel in my Jeep, turnin up this
Goin through withdrawal cause man do I miss
A pint of E&J;, some haze, a twist
Me and Hav' on a flight to Rome witcho' bitch
Yes, that's my favorite shit
But without the dollars it don't make sense
So I, write that shit that grab you
Hit up the studio, that's how we get paid in full
YEAH - that's what we get paid to do
The next contract we sign'll be monumental
[Havoc]
Uh-huh, yo.. sittin contemplatin on plans
Like a bomb with a short fuse with this gat inside my hand
I need paper, lookin at these stick-up kids
Got me thinkin bout the previous things I did
Gettin bent up, feelin fed up, whattup Dunny
Stomach touchin, niggaz over here type hungry
Waitin on my turn just got me hyper
And impatient, maybe I might just
Lurk with my forty-five, if you outside
I advise yo' ass to hide
We talk with the heat, lettin it spit
Move out the way and you can STILL get hit
They wonder why I'm riskin all this cash I made
Put your feet in my shoes you gon' see it my way..
So niggaz wanna stunt it's cool
My stomach never full, and I will eat your food
[Prodigy]
Aiyyo Hav', check this out
You go to your girl house and I'll go to mines
Cause my girl definitely mad it took us too long to do this album
[Havoc]
Yeah and call Chris Shapiro to make sure they triple that advance man
[Prodigy]
Aight, no doubt, don't forget we got a flight early tomorrow
Gotta be on time
[Havoc]
No doubt, I'ma see you there my nigga
Make sure you remind Noyd, to call Alchemist, and we good
[Prodigy]
Aight, no question son
Aiyyo what happened to peace? .. {PEACE!!}
['celebration' skit follows]
[Chorus:]
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, i'm all about my paper, I'm all, i'm all about my paper
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
we over here hustlin', we over here
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, i'm all about my paper, I'm all, i'm all about my paper
[Lil' Wayne:]
Now ho don't ask me what i'm doing, thats me in the hook.
And i just keep on gettin it gettin it like a ni' in the book
Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh'
If your bitch don't know the rules, i will read her the book.
I got the key to the boat, i got the key to the jet.
i got the key to success, get money invest.
Read up with the rest. I got a swedish connect.
That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress.
Ok, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess.
That's called my bullets and lugers, i put 'em deep in your neck.
Adam's apple meet banana clip.
You know my script, i just get my chips and then i dip, and then i dip.
They say the bullshit walks, the money talks.
So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money talks.
Yeah that's my word, thats my word know i will front for y'all.
Its money over everything and bitches under all. M.O.B!
[Chorus]
[Birdman:]
i say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown niggas.
it's the home of the hard knocks.
Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white.
Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice.
Shop 'till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho.
Got the game from Pixie's, second floor sixth court.
Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga.
Ridin' in a lamborghini, suicidal regal wings.
Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers.
Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper.
Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga.
Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga.
I spent a mill on my grill for real.
'Cause we be stuntin while we hustlin, nigga makin his meals.
We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin' that steel
Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin' the bills.
[Chorus]
[Birdman:]
I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switchin the lanes, nigga
Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga.
Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga.
That's what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga.
Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga.
Stop all that reppin', 'fore i... send some flames, nigga.
All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga.
'Cause we be stuntin', nigga. Moving them things, nigga.
[Lil' Wayne:]
Paper paper, paper. All i need is paper. Green paper.
White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's aprin.
Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga.
Bitch, nigga talkin'. This is how money sound.
I'm just chillin' but my money still runnin 'round.
Yeah, and I just do's what i does.
You niggas couldn't even be who i was.
Yea hit me wit the snares Fresh
Just the snares fresh
I like the snares Fresh
Ima ride the snares all the way throught this thing right here man
Im sexy Weezy baby
Test once again what up
This is what they call me bitch
Eagle Eagle Carter Man
In a 96 Regal contraband
On my way to the east to the laundramat
Gotta wash that money and get on my ass
Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast
I gotta do somethin I done blown my last
Dollar holla at ya boy on the ave
And that cheaper eagle is what im known to have
Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask
And make it halloween and take all ya bags
I say Holly Holly Grove wount you gon on and stash
Fuck it make these mutha fuckas understand
I say look coach ya pitchin at me underhand
But im a designated hitter I adjust so fast
Yall been designin woman im a womans man
Im the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But Ima major set back when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mammy's pot
I got that jet black 4 at ya mammy's spot
Im tryna get back door I demand it now
Yea panic now you better pan it down
Fore the neighbors sen me over here tearin it down
Here's Weezy F. Baby and his crown,
The Prince
[Hook x2]
This is my town my home
This is my crown my throne
This is me on my own
Let's get it on
And the handgun is so included
Dont get it confused I want no confusion
And keep ya hoe I dont want yo contusions
I make my hoe stop and let the dough keep movin
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
It Money Over Bitches that im gon keep provin
Yes its Weezy F. I got ya mama groovin
Out of all the Hot Boys she say im the coolest
I bought my bag of oranges this time to juice it
This game is a bitch and im tryna seduce it
I floss a awful lot of haters tryna reduce it
But the laser on the 45 is eyein ya stupid (oh)
One shot to remind ya who is
That fly lil nigga thats behind the trigga (wizzle)
Im off chronic combined wit liqour
But nigga will never see me like mama tigger (oh)
A 80's baby a fightin nigga
I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
Im somethin ya culpepper like a viking slick
See me over the viking stove and im whitin bricks
Or in the middle of the shootout untightin clips
Pop another one shoot back while lightin this spliff
I do this
You catchin my drift
Representin wit my section on my belly and shit
I am the prince
[Hook]
So roll the carpet out
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga from the royal south
See ya either in or ya out
And if ya out stay in cause them warriors out
Them vultures the cops and them lawyers out
I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out
Nah nigga I never call ya house
Im probably somewhere takin Toya out
Not answerin my phone man ignorin ya spouse
She leavin messages about me enjoyin her mouth (aye)(stop)
Im ready to knock a boy in the mouth
Give me the name nah better yet point em out (aye)
Me and the streets got a joint account
Im from the streets that ya need to be warned about
New Orleans woadie put the gat in ya mouth
And we tote a lot of iron that'll flatten ya out
Few roaches but never have no rats in his house
Never tell on one another leave that in the house
Always been a small hustler move my packagin out
I ever run into some trouble send them savages out
These niggas talkin sweet I get them cavaties out
I got graveyard flyers man im passin em out (aye)
Bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now
I am the Prince
This is my town my home (yea)
This is my crown my throne (the prince)
This is me on my own (the prince)
Let's get it on (the prince)
This is my town my home (the prince)
This is my crown my throne (weezy)
This is me on my own (by my self so niggas guess what)
Let's get it on
U Dont Wanna Be Out N Da Streets
Mouth Full Of Blood Soul Full Of Heat
House Full Of Thugs And Da Orders Will Be Like
Dont Leave Till U Get All Of The Keys
Head Full Of Holes And Your Blood On My Sneaks
Like These Is 650 Your Blood Too Cheap
Me Im From New Orleans Where Hustle
And Enough Work To Have Da Cops Husltin 4 Me
Shit
Lil City Aint Nuthin Here 4 Free Im An
Uptown Nigga Put My Money By My Teeth
(Cherr) But Its Magic Wen Eva I Hear A Beat But
Give Me 100 Keys Yall Will Never Hear From Me
Shit
Young Money Man Da Leverage Is Deep
I Am Better Than I Eva Been Dat Other Shit Was
Weak Fuc Making In Da Industry I Made It Da
Street Now My Arms Ready If U Thinkin U Can See
Me Nigga
U Can Get Got On Block Shot In Da Club Parking
Lot From Da Ak Im Shooting Till My Trigger Get
Hot (Ahh) Pull My Sleeve Over My Head And Then
Spary U Dont No Promblem Wit Revolver Dont
Come N Here Regardless
Yeah, Hustla
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin man on the clock like hands grindin like teeth get money like heath cliff hukstable keep it comin
like keith gotta meke last forever for worse or for better gotta make it past the devil so guns i got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron
nevelle bu i just play to win holler back like heavy metal. smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes. my breads buildin bagels and legos when i rose
they froze trust me for the pesos im an a hole AK holes. think face blow and understand talkin money by the case loads gun off safety im in safe mode i
will hold court until the case closed. brown bag bitch
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
young new investment aint no turnin me back had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack and i aint never goin back sike i love the life standin
under the street ilght tryin to get off that white at a reasonable price nah i aint tryin to bargain wit ya niggas hatin well i guess they gonna be
starvin wit u i got 2 jobs i sell and cop shit like father like son well i was adopoted. i told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and i dont even wanna
tell u waht i did with my advance cause im only a man i had to feed my fam takin that hood shit and copped about 24 grams man i guess it is wat it is it
was wat it was before the rap game i waas sellin drugs either way im six figures before my first record ill stunt yall dont respect my my work habits im a
hustla
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
yeah thank u up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater from a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies that how im hood rich and murder was the case got me
emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u up im rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta
hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin how roll
with the chopper if money on your block for the money ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money wouldnt stop us from ridin fly whips now they hoe out
jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman got a navy
and cash money cant save ya.
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
(Gangsta Grillz)
Yeah Spit'Em Man
(Gangsta Grillz)
I Get That Money
That'S My Top Committment
Yall Niggaz Just Talkin Yall Politicians
But Let Me Get Slick
Real Quick Like Rick
Without The Patch On My Eye
Take A Patch Out The Sky
Cuz Im Fly
I Say That Alot
And Ima Keep On
Thousand Dollar Jeans On Nigga Keep Flowin
Keep Walkin, Piece On
You Wont Find Me In My Beach Home
Im Out Ya Reach Arm
I Got A Speech For'Em, Um
Fuck Them And Whoever Know'Em, One
Im Steppin In Roberta'S
Wit A Nasty Ass Virgo
She Feelin My Gangsta
I Aint Even Have To Game Her
But That Came Natural
Sorta Like Magical
I Disappear When I Dip In The Bathroom
But I'Ll Be Back Soon Fuckin Wit Them
Raccoons, Like Jackie Benson On His
Honeymoon (What Up Fool)
High Spitta In Tha Builidin
Young Money In The Arena
Ya Catch Me Wit Two Bad Bitches Between Us
(Gangsta Grillz)
I Cook Good Crack In A Pot In A Pot I Pissed In
Yall Niggaz Just Talkin Yall Politicians
Wit The Wind Against My Back I Defend
In The Attack
By Any Man Im In Infact, Ha Ha
And Its Like That
My Impact So Hard If I Die I Probably
Bounce Right Back
I Walk Around Wit A Mouse Trap
Niggaz Wit Cheeze Dont Like Rats
And Despite That
I Been Around A Few Gold Fish
Im Still A Shark Out The Ocean
I Wear Tha Fuck Out The 0 6, 4 Sent Flo
?????
Left Arm So Stiff
Yall Dont Shit About This Stuntin Business
Im About To Teach That To All Of My Bitches
Back To The Business
Give The Muthafucka So Much Coke
He Probably Have Problems Wit His Kidneys
Spit'Em
(Jesus Christ)
(Gangsta Grillz)
It'S Hatas Out There But Im Optimistic, Yall Niggaz Just Talkin Ya Politicians
Im Walkin What Im Talkin And Im
Plannin What Im Sayin And Im Steppin What Im Reppin Im About What I Shout Boy
The Loudest Mouth Of The South Boy
Im From The Dirty Dirty
You Cant Get Me Out My Shop Boy
I Got A Money Clip
But Like What For
I Told Hoes That
They Cant Hold That
I Stick It In Her Back Pocket Make Her Butt Large
And Pull Her Simple Jeans Down She Like
Fuck Drawls
And Im Like Fuck That But She Thought I
Was Ignorant
Approached Her Like A Gentleman
Her Friends Tryin To Get Wit Them But
I Already Been Wit Them
They All Act The Same I Fucked Them All
Man They Like Synonyms
I Like Dividends, I Might Give Her Them
She The Niggaz Im Wit I Might Handle Them
[DJ Khaled:]
My Nigga Weezy F Baby
That Nigga Soldier
A.K.A. Loyalty
Listen
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Listen to my darling ever so precious.
My girl, my baby, Cashmoney Records.
And As For The Record. The Relationship through.
And we, we lasted longer than them asses expected.
And, se we was strong when they neglected you.
We held on when the others were seprate.And desprate.
Na never did. Cus ya boy got leverage.
Though his friends tellin him when he could do better than.
But whatever them. Friends come questionin.
Me and you stuck by eachother, never letem in.
Thats veteran. Thats Evident.
We gota lose them old niggas thats evidense.
You my new and old testiment.
And when them haters start pressin then them bitches start pressurin.
Im'a represent. Yeah with every inch.
I got to cus im the president.
Some other ladies lost their main niggas.
So rest in piece B.I.G. from cashmoney and wayne nigga.
And I aint tryin to lose my main girl.
I say its Cashmoney mother fuckin records, Waynes world.
I had conversations, with other top women.
We talked about going steady but i wasent ready.
I havent got in it.I was not wit it.
Because the pussy at home was my own.
My thrown is ready, the seats warm.
As soon as we get out the rain we se a storm.
And you went throughout my veins in every arm. So even throughout the pain im very calm.
These niggas talkin bout my bitch and how they fucked her.
And how they hate her. And how they used to love her.
And I almost left, I was weak. And we still move in unis every week.
Im sorry.
[Lil Wayne: Talking]
Man, you know i'd never leave you. Till I kill myself in 9/4.Just cause my momma said I couldnt be with you.
I love you
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And now im feelin like pac, me and my girlfriend.
Death to all you other bitch niggas, hope ya world end.
No reunion, No records. Nigga fuck yall I wish I never met ya.
And Birdman still my father, Slim still a godfather.
And this is Cashmoney carter.
We mash for the money nigga aint nothin change.
The only thing changed is the cribs and the banks. (Got Money)
The stakes, and the plates, and the dates.
Nigga you dont know what I mean if you aint got cake nigga.
You broke, im straight nigga.Im good like great nigga.
Im figure 8 nigga. 8 am im early, you late nigga.
Im gone, you gotta wait nigga.
Im hot, gimmie my shit. CMB baby I love my bitch.
[Lil Wayne: Talking]
Yeah, that aint fair, but I dont care.
Ima mother fuckin cashmoney millionare.
[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]
mama gave me the swag, i walk like the president
talk bout only dead presidents and big settlements
yes i have faith in the flag, yep i'm a citizen
i'm reppin my city that is bet is the silliest
mama ain't teach me no betta but to get this chedda
and that i do, and for it i get at you
i consider you all fools, you niggas is hilarious
young money bitches don't wanna fuck us, they wanna marry us
now ain't that some shit
i can't have one bitch but i just got one dick and NO
i ain't fuckin with the faith
i lower my hand gun with hand towels just to touch a nigga face
i am somethin like a safe, i will never crack
ain't no combination, nigga neva dat
if a nigga eva said anything about weezy and meant it
he gon get it that same evenin, pimpin
backseat ridin like i'm mr. daisy, i am weezy f baby, don't miss the baby
i kiss the lady on her hand, i'm a fly young man, check my wingspan
this year, i probably do everythin, tan by crib on the sand
gotta float to the land but don't get it twisted, i still die for me
and do a bid for my man, do the best that i can
cuz i'm strong, strong with a will and a plan
there's a will, there's a way so make way for the fam
young money, i yell it til they come for me, come get me
i bet i'll take more than one wit me
i know it don't take more than one shot
and for that reason, i'm gon shoot more than one shot
i be clickin when the gun stop, i make the body hot
then spit on it when the body drop
i get on it like a pot of crack
i get at your bitch, then i tell her like a rapper.. holla back!
i'm still askin, where the dollaz at
i will smash em if you got em jack, i peel faster
the lil bastard in the made back
a young nigga, i still think savin is wack
i eat, sleep, shit and bathe wit my gat
i'm like, fuck pimpin, slavin is back
they like, 'yes master, you da best master'
my hoes need me, i'm like test answers
you don't need me, you might catch cancer
come back from the treatment lookin like van axil
NO, i don't like bald head hoes
i like a long haired diva with the bosses goals
i'm a all day pleaser, your boy can't go
he too proud, i go where your boy can't go, oh
nasty ass lil boy, put my feet up on the dash, pass the grass
enjoy, get the coke up off the glass, get the money out the drawers
get the weed out the jars and we do it like stars
haha
weezy f baby
Verse 1:
Young maine for president I'd probably paint the white house black if it was my residence bush back in office some niggas feel that's irrelavant, cause they still peddalin this medicine but anyway anyday i can zurk out quick and make my semi spray send some of my men ya way just to blow yo men away stephon malbury type bullets they like the pennatrate young money we outta school but we got chemistry (young money muthafucka) young spitter, young maine, young cop, young mall, tez poe we dont pass the rock nigga we ball hog mash low in the escalade nigga yall all fall jack yo fresh ass caddy and steal yo white wallz nigga we don't like yall hell yeah we will fight yall we ain't on no tyson shit we ain't tryna bite yall knuckin if u buckin probably buss it at yo couzin we youngins thats bout somethin yall niggas ain't bout nothing(chyea, chyea)
Verse 2:
nigga we bussin, and bussin to the banger buss no we don't run for the olympics but the flame wit us. i got that tussin that scummy and that angel dust so pick yo high i will supply and correct changes whats up. we bring the bussin we bussin like this thang for us you niggas is sleevless man you can't hang with us i got a bitch who speak spanglish she keep her bangles danglin and the coccaine is right up in her anus OakWayne is right up in the spot where he suppose to be got Hova at the game and now he coachin me but i been a champion happy as i ever been lampin' in the hamptons like what the fuck is a hamick the chief up in the kitchen like what the fuck is a samitch i'm like we gotta find middle ground we need balance challenge me that be to my advantage i'm outstanding like standing outside up in the twister and walking not damage standing outside up in the blizzard then walking hot handed serving nicklebags in Iraq bet I will not panic Swerve the nickel black if I wreck bet I will not panic cop another one the next day and drive it crazier and the seats'll be lazier shit'll be gravier Nina Sarafeena my girl so then I baby her wavin her at you crazy foo gazee's I'm 2 brazee 3 brazee's deep we got 380's and P 80 9's 9's M 10's M 1's and 12 gauges shell cases money put up for jail cases bail make it my momma say tuck ya chain son they'll take it I hit her wit one of them stell faces like I be damn momma they know who i am momma i'm still yo little boy but to them i'm the man momma fuck wit ya boy man hollygrove the hood nigga throw it in ya face till you get that understood
Verse 3:
Niggas know i'm heavy with the coke with the coke in the Impala SS and its sittin heavy on da spokes neva am i broke man playin with some change i get a nigga soaked like he playin in da rain and everywhere i go a hoe starein at my chain i'm the most valuable playa in da game these haters wanna rob me cause i got more kicks then niggas with black belts in karate keep a redbone with a real nice body just copped a lac and a yellow maserati niggas ain't fuckin with the dawg when young money shoppin we don't leave nothing in the mall these niggas ain't as rich as us man ya rims too small get ya muthafuckin inches up cuz i copped me a benz today just to go on 106 and Park and hand the keys over to Free and AJ
I came back around, I came back around, I came back around
The Carter muthafucka
Right now we still in the kitchen man
You checkin out them bitches booties right (I know)
Yea, but lets move on man, I got plenty more house to shoe to show you man
Plenty mo Carter to give you
You know, let's go man
Now let me show you upstairs
Got the glass house floor to let me know who up there
Look down and you see your reflection
You ain't gotta know who down here
You just know you protected
Hey man, how I don't know you connected
Here's a little more fiend let me see you inject it
That's right little wode respect this
Understand me or get 'cha mammy a death wish
Part one, part two, part three
All the parts of "Godfather" all a part of me
If you, look to the wall ya' see
A few, gagged up, tied up scared pricks
Got 'em, facin the wall like they was on "Blair Witch" (yea)
I ain't, chasin' at all but it get scary 'bout my chips
And in here is where I keep the bricks
Acknowledge lil' marley in the hallway
He got the clips
Don't shoot 'em Marley (yea)
This my lil' dude marley man
He hold me down, know what I'm talking 'bout
I'll show you the rest of the house later man
You wait right here, I be back
IT WAS THE SUMMER OF 2001 AND I SAW THE WHOLE FUCKIN THING
WAIT CAN I SAY FUCK ON T.V. HUH.....FUCK IT
THEY HAD ON SOME SQUAD SHIT
IT WAS LIL' WAYNE TWO ADULTS SIX CHILDREN ONE FLUFFY PUPPY AND
A DYKE... NOT THAT KINDA DYKE.. DICK VAN DYKE
HEY CAN I SEND SOME SHOTOUTS TO MY PEOPLE MAN
HELLO MOM HEY DAD
IM ON T.V.
WELL LIKE I TOLD THEM GUYS THEY GOTTA
GET OFF THE CORNER
[Lil Wayne: Talking]
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 [?]
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 That [?] 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 Watch 'em [?] Just Laughin And Shit
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
[?] 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 [?] Earring In Her Pearl [?]
If She Come Let Her Girl Come, Give Her A Pill Give Her Girl One
[???] 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
We'll March Right After The Drum, But I Don't Need No Band Nicca Drought 3
(feat. The Outlawz)
You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck 'em all
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
Fuck all you muthafuckers
Ayyo Biggie Put your hands up
Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers when they scrappin'
Blast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie killer, affiliation with death row
Niggaz get their caps pealed back, fool this the west coast
Fuck ah misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit
Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for niggaz to trip, cause bitch I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga, with love niggaz
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines, writing raps and movies
I went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me
So fuck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
YOUNG NOBLE: Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak
Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets
Like crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison
Wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell
Ah possibility of livin' well
But if they killin' me
I get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosing to sell
I'd rather die and be deceased
World mob figga addicted to these fucking streets
[EDI]
Now put your muthafucking hands up
If you'se a rider (Ride)
Niggaz ain't killers so they hidin' (Why?)
Fuck em' all, touch em' all
That's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi)
A young high strung thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane
Gettin' fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
So fuck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
YOUNG NOBLE: Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
YOUNG NOBLE: I do my girl all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homey to call me
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
YOUNG NOBLE: Back off I hit at everyone of you homies
So don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
YOUNG NOBLE: Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z
Don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'
I got glad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey
So they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar, I'll dick em' and holla
Ridin' these hoochies like they some heavy ass, Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my glock up
I'm bustin' in self defense ya see
Poppin' nobody got em' Holla
Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers, the S.W.A.T. team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy (Why?)
Cause they'll never stop us
I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger bust somebody in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through
True to the game
I claim Outlaw riders
We give a fuck what they try
I'm..
Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain
Kick back lil nigga, and watch the game
Get your mobb rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
The streets know what's hot
Trust me
[Napoleon]
Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X
With the teck's
Shower some slugs on em'
I've got a brother don't rest, and he keep some drugs on him
Always in grind mood, hustle to find food
Ever seen faces of death? That's what my nine do
[Kastro]
I keep my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
With my back against the wall
Like I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat
I must be goin' out my mind
Like I'm up against the world
This guerilla team of mine
Screamin'
Thug Life bitch, fuck 'em all
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
And die for em'
Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em'
Feel me?
Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
Fuck em' all
Let them die
That's my slogan
Fuck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
[YOUNG NOBLE:] Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
[YOUNG NOBLE:] I do my girl up by my lonely
Don't need no phony homey to call me
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
[YOUNG NOBLE:] Back off I hit at everyone of you homies
So don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
[YOUNG NOBLE:] Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z
Don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
[Baby talking to Wayne]
Ay Wayne
I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right
Ya feel me
These niggaz out here picking bullshit over money nigga
But you know what fuck a nigga
We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full
[Chorus: Baby]
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The only way we live it only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
Well I'm a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me
It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it
You ain't fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga
There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision
On and I'm gone get fed up one day
Put lead up in the K
Come and hit up where ya stay so
Baby momma betta get up out the way
Cause the bullet got no heart
And the trigger man crazy
Little man if a bigger man jumps through
Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looking
But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches
Im a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the henges
Yes weezy baby flow off the henges
So off the tempo no pad or pencil
Well let me go back to what men do
Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22's Bitch
[Chorus]
Weezy F. Baby hand cocked
Demand my cheese
Fuck you pay me
And I can't stop
Please, what you crazy?
Man I'm a get it like the man on the chorus
Got my hand on a fortune
Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window
Kidnapp ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolk
And tell the cops I murder the infoer
Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow
Niggaz wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low
I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo
Nigga you ain't scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub
With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud
Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga!
Its the Birdman and Birdman Jr
And he ain't got to his son a shoot ya blah
[Chorus]
Homeboy you gotta know that avenue
To get off a bag or two or you just passin through
True true, and we just passed the truth
Passin through the streets of the murder capital
Where you think ya own brothers after you
So you ain't got no other brother after you
Dont let the boys in blue capture you
Cause they got pictures of me at it too
Its all fucked up
Bossman weezy get y'all touched up
Gat blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something
Its cash money all or nothing
Its Lil Wayne the reverand call it Sunday
The congregation know I come with nothing
But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing
And the choir know I come with money
And y'all know I'm Stunnas youngin like dat bitch
[Chorus]
Look Up Baby They Right Ma Name In The Sky Bitch
Dont Forget The Baby Thats What I Tell The Pilot
Dont Forget The Liqour Store Thats What I Tell The Driver
20 Dutch Mastas And Straight Level Vodka
I Could Pedal Backwards And Still Move Forwards
Look Unda The Mattress U Might Find 4 Of Em
I Could Go Through The Atlas Without Tourin
I Could Fuck An Actress And Neva Been In Movies
Yea Im A Cutie An Offspring Of Mama's Beauty
I Did Ovatime
I Took Papa's Duty
Im A Man In Every Sense I Got Sense
Since I Got Rich I Got Tints On Every Bent
Since I've No Tension Come Out Them Like Vents
I Bent And Show No Relent
Money Well Spent
Im A Hellraiser Blazer L Right In Front Of The Laws Im Tougha Than Ya
Neva Really Had A Pops So I Neva Had To Check In
But I Get Enough Checks
I Fuck Around And Check Him
Look
Check Them Out These Is Evisus America Aint Even Let Them Out
Im Feelin Great Im Steppin Out
Take Ten Out
Brrrrrraaa
Chest Is Out
And I Dont Leave Parapeligics, I Squeeze Em
Until I See His Spirit Rise In Ma Own Eyes Nigga
Im On Mines Nigga
I Got This Like A Bitch Got Time Nigga
And Im The Dimetype
And Im Walkin In The Limelight Ya Like Limes
Im Steppin In The Hines Like And Ya Like Im
I Pull Up On Ya Shorty Like Sqrrr
Tryna Hop Up In This Maybach I Walk Way Back Girl
Pull Up On That Gal Asap Girl
Whisper In Her Ear Is Wayne's Pussy Say It Back Girl
Now She In The Whip Wit Homes
He Listenin To The Say Song I Fucked Her Own
Im Laid Back Im Comfortable Weezy Baby Boy Lazy Boy
I Did Ma Time In The Navy Now Im Jus A Veteran
They Forever Pay Me Treat Me Like A Settlement
Dig Me Like A Shovel
Im Come From Unda That Rock And Change It To A Pebble
Nigga Im Trouble So Ya Come Double
Ya Call It Clever, I Call It Whateva
verse I
hot boy baby, stop for a woman with her clothes off, give head and doze off, this bed is so soft, this dick is so hard, and all the bullshit as soon as pork it how good i pork it push it, in and out, it's that good shit that good shit i work them out yeah she said her guy can't satisfy her now she cama-cama-cama-cama-cama-camilia she comes and goes uh my ho and i lovah lovah lovah i lovah i really do but i dont hook or handcuff her that's not somethin i do
chorus-treal real (lil wayne)
i feel like fuckin somethin, i feel like fuckin somethin
(ima step to the girl ima let her know my name she gon look at her girlfriend like bitch ima leave you)
i feel like fuckin somethin, i feel like fuckin somethin
(ima step to the girl ima let her know my name she gon look at her girlfriend like bitch ima leave you)
verse II
i dont want no problems i just want to fix that problem if problem be that nigga mama i will be that nigga you should have yourself a drink i get doin yo girls a bottle up piece i get doin the VIP with me now talk to me girls via vip cuz i do it large i are the coolest mothafucka that you probably eva saw to the bar we spar love taps lata on we turn that to war yeah
chorus-treal real (lil wayne)
i feel like fuckin somethin, i feel like fuckin somethin
(ima step to the girl ima let her know my name she gon look at her girlfriend like bitch ima leave you)
i feel like fuckin somethin, i feel like fuckin somethin
(ima step to the girl ima let her know my name she gon look at her girlfriend like bitch ima leave you)
verse III
ok ma i hear u sayin i can hit it that's good what about this nigga im with he good that's my nigga treal real real show em what you do (woooah woooah woooah wooooooah) cheya that's how we move so baby let's move so mami that's too slow keep up with the groove we gon get to wrestlin wrestle with your breasteses she come thru in a dress now i'm undoin ya dress yeah i got my 1-2 my 1-2 in affect i'm the young dude i sprung you i come thru u and ya weapon yes i know i ease em when i please em my people downtown neva want me to leave em
chorus-treal real (lil wayne)
i feel like fuckin somethin, i feel like fuckin somethin
(ima step to the girl ima let her know my name she gon look at her girlfriend like bitch ima leave you)
i feel like fuckin somethin, i feel like fuckin somethin
(ima step to the girl ima let her know my name she gon look at her girlfriend like bitch ima leave you)
(feat. Reel)
[x2]
Do it
Do it, now, now, uh do it now
Now, now uh do it now gul
[Verse 1: Wayne]
Hot Boy Baby, stop for a woman with her clothes off
Get hed, then doze off
This bed is so soft, this dick is so hard
End all the bullshit as soon as I pull it out
Then I put it, push it, in and out
That's that good shit, that gushy, I work them out yea
She said her guy can't satisfy her
now she cumma cumma cumma cumma cumma chameleon
She comes and gooooes, my hoe
And I love her, love her, love her, I love her, I really do
But I don't hook or handcuff her, that's not somethin' I do, yea
[Chorus: x2]
Reel: I feel like fuckin' somethin', I feel like fuckin' somethin'
Wayne: I'ma step to the girl, I'ma let her know my name
She gon' look at her girlfriend like bitch I'ma leave you, yep!
[Verse 2]
I don't want no problems, I just wanna fix that problem
If your problem be that nigga, mama, I will be that nigga
You should have yourself a drink, I get through and
your girls about to go peace, I get you in
the V.I.P. with me, now talk to your girls, V-I-P I be
cause I do it, large
iPod, the coolet muthafucka that you prolly ever saw
To the bar we spar, lovetaps, later on we turn that to war, yea
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
OK ma, I hear you sayin' I can hit, that's good
wat about this nigga I'm with? he good
that's my nigga Trill Reel, Reel show her wat you do...
That's how me move so, baby lets move slow
Mami that's too slow, keep up with the groove
We gon' get to wrestlin', messin' with your breasts
since you come through in a dress, now I'm undoin' your dress
Yea, I got my 1,2, my 1,2 in effect
I'm the young dude, that's sprung, you come through and get wet
And yes I..know I..ease 'em when I please 'em
The people downtown never want me to leave 'em
Ohhh
[Chorus]
Do it
I said do it
[Unplugged] (Lil' Wayne)
Ohhhhhhhh, yeaahhh (CMB don't twistle it don't tangle it)
She looks like any other girl that I seen from place to place
But I know she not like any other girl
cuz I couldn't take my eyes off her
She had a cowboy hat (what else), a sun-greased tan
(what else), pants with the ass just right
Now I can tell that me and her are gonna make a baby,
baby tonight
[Unplugged] (Chorus)
I don't know why she's affectin me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she's asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
[Unplugged]
Now it's time to make my approach
Cuz its all most 2'o clock (bling, bling)
But I gotta do it now cuz I'ma get mine when I hit the parking lot
She said I know your name, I know what chu do not
impressed my the things you got (yeah right)
But I ain't gonna lie, yeah I wanna ride
So baby lick the spot
[Unplugged] (Chorus)
I don't know why she's affectin me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she's asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
[Unplugged]
She looks like any other girl
But not like any other girl
I can tell by when she looked at me
She wanted me, and it's not the green
Now I wanna make her mine (what)
I gonna waste no time (what)
I wanna know if you want me like I want you
(listen Weezy come on now)
[Lil' Wayne]
Now as walk up in the club
It's real dark up in the club
But AND WHAT my diamonds still spark up in the club
I see a bid night in the corner
By midnight I'm a goner
So what your name is Sonya
(Spitting noise) bet I bone her
I'm going to get rid of this last bag of marijuana
So won't cha come outside with me
How bout chu take this ride with me
It's gravy so we hop in the no top, four dot
She fasten it like "ooh this car is so hot" she got
And we stopped over at the Ramada
And I got her to come out on that powder
And right jump on just swallow
And swallow and drain damn she wild
Make her trip out Lil' Wayne
Damn she loud, now
It's all over cuz I'm finished with mine
I'ma tell her call tomorrow but then I be lying
But that's all in different baby
And pimpin is me, hot boy Weezy-Wee what
[Unplugged] (Chorus) 2x
I don't know why she's affectin me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
[Lil' Wayne (*Talking*)]
Look, Unplugged, Lil' Weezy
CMB doin it one more time
You know from Philly to the N.O
Don't twistle it and tangle it
They don't understand, it's like the hottest of the hot
Don't get in the way, for real... yeah
(*Inhaling sound*)
(feat. Juelz Santna)
[Juelz:]
Money Over Bitches Thats The Model I Follow
Take That To The Grave I'l Swollow 8 Hollows
For The Day I Letta Bitch Stop Me From Gettin Paid
No Way I Get Head Get Laid Get Gone On Em
Dont Be Mad I Left 100 At The Door For You
Baby Dont Spend It All At Once Its Just A Thought For You
Aint That A Dont For Ya, Sum Chicks Like Flees, You Gotta Use Ya Paws To Get Em Off Of Ya
And In Da Streets You Cant Get Caught Trippin, Caught Slippin, Gotta Hustle Gotta Get In Were You Fit In
Hope You Know How To Make A Dollar Quicker Then You Spend It
Cuz Its Bills Comin In Every Second, Every Minute
And Its Coke On The Dishes Is You Flippin Or You Sniffin
Put The Coke In The Water Shit Its Kinda Like Fishin
No Rod Just Ah Spoon I Throw It And Start Mixing
Like That And Like This And Like That And Ah
Like This And Like That You Got Crack Walla
And Since The Towers Fell Nigaz Been Mad As Hell
Its Been Ah Drought Out Aint Enough Crack To Sell
But The World Keep Spinnin Like Ah Caracel
Gotta Get Da Cash, Get Da Cream And The Caramel
On Top Gotta Be On Top Strawberries Whipcream On Top
Get Popped Fuckin Wit My M.O.N.E.Y
Guys Pop Thats Why I Got Da Nina
Chop Chop Man That Choppa Lean Ya
Da Blocks Hot Like Its Got A Feva
Cops Cops Nuthin But Cops I See Ya Peekaboo
They Every Where Im Neva Scared I Hustle Anyway
Everyday Customers, Send Em Here
And You Know I Give Em That Shit Thats Gon Get Em Back Coke Crack Sugar Snacks,
Or Should I Say Sugar Snacks
Coke In Da Sugar Jar, Cookie Jar Crib, Car, And Sugar Shack
And Da Bitches Sleep Naked In Da Sugar Shack
Mind On My Money No Lookin Back
[Lil Wayne:]
I Pop Up In Da Middle Of The Hot Block
Make Da Drop Top Play Hop Scoth On Them Hoes
Lil Wayne, Right From Kims Corner Store
Choppa Wake Ah Niggaz Azz Up Like Tha Mornin Show
Put Me In Da Game And I See Em Callin Audibles
Hearts Beatin Fast Betta Work On Ya Cardeo
How You Want Video, Audio, Part Of Yo Body Get Mailed To Ya Gal, Ill
Pussy Azz Nigga Die Slow Dont Yell
I Put It On Tha Streets An I Bet Its Gon Sell
Whats Under That Floor Well It Sure Isnt Nails
Just How I Make Money Cracker Ima Make Bail
Im A Lebra And My Sign Is Ah Scale
An If It Dont Measure Up Then Ah Nigga Gettin Killed
The Smaller The Car The Bigger Them Wheels
An Ah Nigga So Hot That I Give A Bitch Chills
An If She Like Coke Then I Give The Bitch Hills
No Stilettos Or Pumps 21 Bumps
21 Jump Street If Anyone Jumps An Once You Hit The Ground Thats When Everyone Stomps
Perry A Juah Everyones Drunk So Its 21 Jump Street If Anyone Jumps
Tha Milli Goes Pow And Tha Simmi Goes Pap
A Itty Bitty Bullet Make Ah Skinney Nigga Fat
Hard Body Baby Knockin Any Nigga Back
An Its Money Ova Bitches Not A Penny Hoe Scat
An It Il Be Like That Till That Line Go Flat
But In Da Mean Time Im In That Bent No Hat, Thats No Top If You Didnt Know That
On Them Chrome Sean Johns With Them Guts So Black
Infact Alckalie That Be Bitch Im Ballin Like I Got Scouts Cheackin For Me Yeah
Im On Third Base Comin Home With Da Paper
I Got 100 Pounds Home From Jamacia
I Cant Think And My Sprite So Pink
And I Might Be Floatin But I Will Not Sink Weezy
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
[Chorus 1: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
[Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow]
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
Cuz they know I'm the only tight for dogs
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
Y'all know how to work it when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any high steep
And break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
Cuz I don't know loose to much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffin, I keep 'em to the wall
[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
[Verse 2: Lil' Zane]
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin the pop
Keep pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb
I left 'em a word, I'm fast ballen with a curb
Happy slidin home, tellin them friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin was false
And what's true, girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGregor
That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we all goin come home
And our fans cheers us, cuz they know what the drill goin
Out of the field and into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dug with my tounge out play the game over
[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Wheezy, Rodregous
You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kendrick, ya know
And I keep the crown bat swingin, swingin that at iron
Pitch on the block like monaural
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm ridin the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you life in the streets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth Cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searchin for some bitch ain't nothin here, baby
Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley
Goin out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Does hip-hop flyies are knockin up, out the park
And after the game we gone meet up after dark
[Chorus 2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my name
Yes darling weezzy baby's squalling
Take pitches with bricks some of them with quaters
send them 'cross the border my bitch is originally from across the border
but once mommy cross the border to my hideaway across the border
She lie cross the floor and we toss the hoar
I'ma floss for sure cause my whip is costing more
than all of yours put together
I'm hood for ever, I'm repping my hood whenever
Get that money thats my top commitment
yall niggaz just talkin yall politicians
but let me get slick real quick
like rick without the patch on my eye take a patch out the sky cuz im fly
i say that a lot and imma keep on thousand dollar jeans on nigga keep going
keep walking peace holmes
you won't find me at my beach home
im out cha reach arm
i gotta speach for em
um fuck them and whoever know em
im steppin in revorlters with a nasty ass virgo
she feeling my gangsta i aint even have to game her
but that came natural sorta like magical
how i dissappear when i dip in the bathroom
but ill be back soon fucking with them raccoons
like jacki gleason on his honey moon
[Samples by Alchemist:]
“Looked up the dj, and said may I'
[Large Proffesor]
“Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives'
“Lit it up, like the 4th of July'
[Evidence]
Alchemist.
[Prodigy]
[Chorus:]
We doing it, getting our paper
we ain't rookies, we major
name brand gangsters, you still a demo taper
niggaz they wanna hate us
bitches they wanna rape us
everyday is like July 4th nowadays coz
we moving independent units
we sold out in any store in the US
getting that independent cake
we sold out in any store in the UK
[Twin Gambino]
We came to pop in
got ya ladies, draw dropping
nobody can stop us, I was brought up in the projects
and I got, tonz of haze from uptown
we not trying to sell that shit, that's how we burn it down
niggaz always drilling me, ‘till they see my four pound
bitches always feeling me, try to give me some head
while I'm in the studio, try to make that bread
not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
yo, 1st Infantry and fed
we gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears
but the fear in ya heart, when you see the gift
we think big, A-L-C we get right
[Evidence]
Yo, everytime I rest, I put it all on the line
yo money never slept
that's why I barely get blessed
that's why I rarely go out, unless it's love at the club
time is bread, that's what I'm about
and all my peoples got cloud
check the resume
one step closer to goal everyday
the game is to be sold not told
I tropping heavingly, world connected got the livest crew
we infinite, dropping gems but no clue
[Chorus]
[Alchemist]
Every dollar I spend on wax , I turn it back into cash
Jetting back to the lab, I'm getting back on my job
I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall
keep the blacks to my wall
I'm trying to stack till I ball
untill they cashing ‘em all
I wanna stack till this tall
ain't gonna rap for to long
gonna have to move on
I'm gonna stash till I'm gone
green grass on my longue
fuck a bank account, I need extreme cash in my palm
smoke blur in ya vision,
you don't know who ya dissin'
I don't learning no lesson
I just hold my position
I don't go with a pistol
they just know I'm official
shit, all I gotta do is start blowing a whistle
my name is ringing
my chain is swinging
right now I'm speaking, but these beats are what I'm famous for fleaking
[Twin Gambino]
It's like rolling dice, we taking the bank tonight
cut your face with a knife, now your scared for life
all I want is ice, a car, a girl and a crib
tired of doing biz, I just wanna live
take care of my kids, fuck all that stress
never wore a vest, only holding tecs
[Chorus]
[Evidence]
We sold out every store in L.A.
It's loyalty where I stay, but ain't promised today
I keep my headlights on for 9-1-1
and on July 4th I might shoot one at the sun
independent regardless of the fact I'm a signed artist
fuck a deal it matters who comes hardest
when I entertain, It's like I took Sedrick for his name
hunger is just a different form of pain
I'm ready to eat, ready to hear my name spread on the street
to the point where I don't talk, my trackrecord speaks
to the point where I do a joint, that night it leaks
to the point where Alchemist is a hundred grand a week
bringing the heat, so clear you understand me
raise the stakes, up the antique
the better place, yo we land on winds
Dilated, Evidence, Alchemist, Big Twins
- Check it out
[Chorus]
Hoes! Lets just talk about Hoes!
Can we talk about Hooooooeeeeesss Hooooooeeeeesss!
"Lets Go"
You got to talk like a pimp whats good mommee
you knew betta you threw betta who betta than
that nigga with the crisp. White tee icy white
sneaks jeans to a betta you do betta gettin yo ass
out off up in that coupe bitch. See yo ass on that new
leather and recupe bitch. Its only me you bitch on
our way to the stoop. I'm that birdman junior you ain't
know and don't give me that silly bullshit about you ain't
hoe. I move ya to my city put yo ass in ya 1-0. I have ya
lookin pretty at the half knock at the do. And gucci don't
fit you like it's suppose to be in pictures, I computer love
baby Wayne ya change your image. You need Weezy them other
boys just gimics. Me I'm just game, green and straight physics
is you wit it (Yeah)I ain't even tryin to hit it. I ma get it
once its time to get it. Lets talk about
I got this rat name Shelly dat loves Makaveli
Number 5 combo meals its bad she K-Y jelly. Our
old school shorty still drinkin 40's. Grab the mic
start a fight,fuck up the whole party. Maybe you
should leave, just yo weave thats velcro hell no bitch
go wit Steve. Got this lead singer bitch from a popular
group I would say her name but she bought me a coupe. Got
this poor hoe Shonna swear like Marijuana she dig lil wayne
but she love the big tymers. Got pretty gurl Patrice found out
Im fuckin her niece she tried to stab her so I grab her and we
call the police. Mr. Officer, dat bitch den lost it bra she goin
to jail oh well, I be fuckin her. See two dykes, spanish twins nuts
press on they chin, will we go belly low well nigga that depends
I got old school bitches and new school hoes
female basketball players with cornroles and i'on
like short haired girls no not really if I do she got to
look like the old halle berry or the broke toni braxton
or first lil kim but i still take hood rats and work with
them. I put yo ass in a jag and I got jerk ya quick. Give ya ass
a lil game if you smerk you in. I am pimp not a simp like ice in
my drink and I don't think twice or blink cuz Im focus rollin in
the whitest mink like im polar bear yeah let down my hair Get jazzy
on a bitch like Fred Astaire rose gold in her face get'em red as glare
My bentley plum my mercedes pear. I am lookin for a freak momma take me
[Baby]
Yeah
We gon go old school
Ya know what I'm sayin
If you from where I'm from
Ya know what I'm talkin bout
the way we do this here
this is a cash money classic
and I feel couldnt nobody do it the way ima do it
ya know what I'm sayin
so, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world
ya know what I'm talkin bout look I say
[Chorus: Baby]
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it
[Baby]
In one you trust, the neighborhood is us
And everything that I ride is 22s and up
And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
Make the hood understand that we trying to come up
24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust
Tell Lil' One be cool everybody coming up
Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine
So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind
And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich livin lavish
Those 14s, you know we had to have it
Once upon a time it was nothing but magic
Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys
Chasin paper paper chasin, look thats all we know
Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more
Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck
I'ma specially set, No testin the best
Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk
I'll make ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese
I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weez
E, F baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defense like Jeff Bailey, I'm gone wit it
A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it
Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business
I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse
So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out
Pay attention closely, You niggaz can never roast me
Cause the maker of the testerosta knows me
Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life
Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price
Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price
Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright
Cause I'm pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin, I'm comin thru
And I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them 22s
And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin, them sprewells nigga
them sprewells nigga, we makin mail nigga
Don't need no introduction in this
I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich
You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit
I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click
Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something bad
You heard man that I been slangin them slacks
Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga
I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, we on cloud 20
That's high (high.. high)
Weezy F baby and the squad following the boy
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down drivin' careless
Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super tight
Baby girl shakin like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
[Lil Wayne]
I'm hot from New Orleans
Its Weezy F Baby
Way above ballin'
Stay above yall and
I got da A and da K if y'all want it
I'm making way for my homies
You better not sleep, stay awake for the morning
It's young Carter come and get it in order oooh...hotter
You six feet in the six
Im snuffed in the Bentley
Oooh..shorty stop playin' wit' me
I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers
Mobbin' wit my black Madonna
Get my back momma
Got that Mac persona
I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G
I'm from uptown never tempt me
It's life in the battle
Ill leave my desert empty uhh
Bezzle yellow is pee Yeah..
Ain't a fella hotter than me, ain't another better than me ooh.
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Hole in the door fo' show ya boy rollin'
I'm cold wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring
Hole in my coast by myself never bowling
Throwing the squad up lettin' em know what Weezy
F toastin' floating
Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin'
Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded
Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion
Pull a rover over by some hoes in Magnolias
Roll ya body like a snake slow for all my boya'z
Whistle hotter than ya hottest gat but so poised
Bodies flying in the air while I whip the Harley
I'm hardly seeing you playa you can't see me
I'm a gangsta I supposed to be on TV, really
And the rose gold bezzle show clearly
V where you at you gotta feel me Daddy
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
See I look to my side and Lil gutta say peel ya
Weezy F get familiar y'all boy's gonna get pecuiliar
I'ma's kii..kii ..kill ya
I'ma Kit Kat dealer
I'ma Maybach wheeler
I'ma get them millions
Like a slick big William hater
Big willy like I fuck's wit Jada
I ain't got nothin' but yaya man
Nothin' but flavors man
Nothin' but wages man
Nothin' but paper
I'ma fuck it and tape it and show all of my homies
Drop 20's on the 'Rari
Scratch off at parties
I'ma make your hoe grab all her shorties up in the Escalade Suburban
Snatch off that laundry
I'ma make y'all boys back off the army
Put that hammer to your dome
Now come off that arm piece
And I like that chain
I'm feeling that hat
My papi's Ozzy Ozbourne
And I'm feeling like Jack
Gimme dat!
[Chorus]
That's wassup
Man, it's weezy F man
AND The F is for fly (flllyyy)
Birdman Jr.
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now it's yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, yeah
Wit Weezy We, step up to the mike dude
Do watch a do, ya heard
Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man Young Carter
And the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my
Murder one on one, the hottest under the sun
I come from under the tummy, bustin' a tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
Now better yet a veteran a hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Ay it's Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
'Cos the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
That ain't even [Incomprehensible] aim I get dough boy
And you already know that pimpin'
18 how I'm livin' young show that Bentley
Stunnin' my Pa so you know that's in me
Got my mentor so don't go there with me
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Lets go
And I move like the Coupe through traffic rush hour
GT Bent' roof is absent, ya girl present wit the music blastin'
And she keep askin' how it shoot if its plastic
I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back
And cut the Carter back up, oh fa shoo
Ay Big Mike they better step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You boys never harmin' young
Fly Wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking
And I ain't just begun
I been runnin' my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip
On the throttle wit a model bony dic
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and bland, on to her behind
Well here we go so hold on to my, lets go
Hold on let me hit the
So go, so go
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the Carter
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my
Bird man put them covers in a trash can
Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lightin' another hash and ridin' in my jag
You will need a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hidin' in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo pants
You [Incomprehensible] got ways like a drag
While the homie here tryin' get paid in advance
I'm stayin' on my grizzy, I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit me then I'm goin' find your mother
Say they wanna eat 'cos they ain't ate nothin'
But then they wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone
Walking out, leavin' behind just residue and bones
In your residents with [Incomprehensible] to your dome
Like tell me were you holdin' the dough
Holdin' your throat, choke
This, this, this, this, this, this
This, this, this, this, this, this
This, this is the Carter
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Lloyd I got you
Yeah
Ok, Im Weezy baby
And I am from the south where we call all our women baby
Hey baby, hey baby, all day i say hey, hey, hey
I ballin like Fade-A-Way, 3 letter credit A OK
Black car, black car, girl I got a black car
Can I buy some of your time and charge it to my black card
You can be my bittersweet, shake that sugar and salt
Chain full of asphalt, bullshit walks, cash talks
Car black, car big, car fast, Car-ter
Can I stick my pencil in your sharpner
Beat it up like its a drum, call me Travis Barker
Tat tat tat, boom boom, tat tat, boom boom, tat tat Brrrrrrrr Pshhh
All I really want is for you to back it up gon and put your weight on it
Cuz its all right, do what you wanna, make me believe it
Ooo I wanna see ya get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
Cause they know I'm the only tight for dogs
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
Y'all know how to work it when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any high steep
And break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see going on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
Cause I don't lose too much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playing Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen making radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwing eggs at them chicken heads, banging on the curb
I left 'em a word, I'm fast ballen with a curb
Happy sliding home, telling them friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was false
And what's true, girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGuire
That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we all going come home
And our fans cheers us, cause they know what the drill going
Out of the field and into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dug with my tongue out play the game over
Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Wheezy, Rodregous
You know I'm getting you hot, hot as the Kendrick, ya know
And I keep the chrome bat swinging, swinging that iron
Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm riding the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you life in the streets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth Cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searching for some bitch ain't nothing here, baby
Catch me throwing an eighty in the latest Bentley
Going out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Does hip-hop flies are knocking up, out the park
And after the game we gone meet up after dark
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
This song right here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this
Georgia.........
Noooowww
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
Then they telling y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man fuck the police and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
that keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now
but it's president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
We from a town where (Georgia)
Everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby I'm still praying which ya
Everybody crying but (Georgia)
Ain't nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
Noooowwww
I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest, they saying you gotta have paper if you trying to come back
Niggas thinking it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Geeoorrggiaa)
Noooww it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say don't worry 'bout it
And the children have been scarred, no one's here to care 'bout 'em
And fash out, to all the rappers that helped out
Yea we like it they calling y'all, but fuck president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna drop no dollas, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cuz he died in the storm, fuck president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cuz if a nigga still moving then he holding it down
I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-es
I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yea!
oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)
YEA!
Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a muthafucking trip
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cause, trying keep the reaper off me
I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkin
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)
And I don't ever write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in
Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swag
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita
Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even
There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina
Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I don't play
No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizing for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
frith is tha man he be chillin like bob dylan and maxin like
michael and janet jackson....
ain't no body dope or sexy as him
he rhymes always get payed by dimes even those peeps say he
wastin his time
know he knows somthin u don't know
and he got somthin to tell ya
u wouldn't believe how many people struke out at tha flow
folks said i was a failure now tha same mother truckers askin
him for dough and he is yellin i can't help ya
frithy can't we get tickets to tha next show...HECK NO..you for real
You know they saying since the bar back on the 'dro, he lackin the flow
And if that ever happen whoa I ain't rapping no more
I'm good with a pina, daq and an o
Gagging and choke like ho put the dick back in your throat
Still packing fo sho
Yeezy Weezy off of the heezy fo sheezy
Cruise with the top off of the 'Ghini
Bars got cheese I got cheddar linguini
That's why I keep the federals scheming
That's why I keep the platinum blinging
Every diamond's like a nice size
I help people with problems look at the bright side
With nice ties on a rise so they sitting me high
And the rims born in '79
Weezy carry the nine glocks
Slipping they gon have to get six niggaz name called carry a pine box
Marry me ma, not
But here's what you can do to me
Give me good brains tutor me
W-E-E-Z-Y Wee
They call me Weezy Weezy fo sheezy
Banana clip on the heater
Banana whip on them sneakers
Banana dick going deeper
Got a good game honestly so respect the young'n
Got your girl undercover like a detective woman
I'm a mess blow a vest to onion and I'll test your stomach
And the pistols right next to him cousin
I'm a player having sex with dozens
Sex with cousins hoes dissed with husbands
My pants is down her dress is up
Her head down and her neck is tough
She suck till I say, "That's enough!"
We fuck till her ass fractured up
And when I nut no shower bitch pack your stuff
Am I a mack or what
Yep, Weezy macaroni with a bony model bitch
Are you modeling ma
She got her own whip so you following ma
She said she like that squad shit
So oh you swallowing ma
She said she like that hot dick
Well miss I got three bricks and two pills pop
One blunt mami let's roll
And understand, I know what my name is, right
Bitch say it
W-E-E-Z-Y Wee
I'm so gangsta
If she don't go down no thank you
I got so many bitches so ain't ya
Got so many pictures of Ben Franklin
High top tennis on the car cover of the whole game cold
Fuck it up with me niggaz come from all angles
Representing S-Q like the Star Spangled
White tee-fish at Kango
Low top Nikes plus my ho pop Nikes
How exciting we riding in the third lane
Said she like Juvy but prefer Wayne
She can give me head
Call her birdbrain on everything
It's Young Weezy cuz I be golly
My neck more colorful then Nelly, Murph, Ky, Ali
I'm so cold deep
Low seats in the old drop blow reef
Like no cops could fuck with this
Swiftly no tops on the whippy
Cash Money hot Bizzy Lil Wizzy get with me
Now I'ma, I'ma ask you again
You know my name right bitch
Bitch say it
W-E-E-Z-Y Wee
Now the rules of the family has nothing to do with the outside world.
The outside world don't count here this is an inner circle of our family,
what we say goes.
Anybody anyplace else that disrespects you deal with us,
if you're with us you're with us, and that's it,
that's the way it goes, there's no such thing
as an outsider comming in, we don't let no one in,
we use all of them to do our dirty work,
and they come in they do our dirty work and that's just the way it is.
your Family is your life that's what it is life and death.
* an exception is being made for this song only due to popular demand
[gunshots]
[Lil Wayne talking]
Haters nigga... Squad Up nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")
Naw my nigga I fucks wit Jay-Z Sorry you know what I'm sayin
("Fuck Jay-Z")
No no no I fucks wit the homie man...sorry no
("Fuck Jay-Z")
Yes we bout to squad this thing out baby Ya'll ready to squad wit me
Then throw yo guns in the air mu-fucka
If you aint got a gun get the fuck up outta here mu-fucka
Cause we gon' bust it in ya head mu-fucka
We here mu-fucka yes this is the squad right here
Dawg And no the rhyme aint even start yet bitch
But here we go, come on Wayne
Look
I, young money boy Lil' Weezy
Hold it for A and Eagle
Cash Money cross the belly
Cash Money Makaveli
We get that fetti fellas we bump that Roc-a-fella
We got it pumpin holla back we crack rocafellas
Nigga my tires better, I'm on them monsta bellas
I got that brown boy or that white consuella
Fee this shit over I got us thats a promise
Let's go cop two new rovers drop it on Magic Johnsons
Thats 32's for fools stick to them stuntin' rules
500 up in ya tummy can you stomach dude
S Q my young'n crew we paid our fuckin dues
Thats why yo bitch is over here suckin and fuckin dudes
Ya'll niggas want a war bring it it's nothing dude
This shit too hot to relax bitch dont get comfortable
I fuck with super sammy blanco and fuck the bull
Hydro I puff and pull until I'm duckin full
What are you fuckin crazy come on its Weezy baby
No for real bitch its Weezy baby
Call me bad Wayne and I'm like Max Payne
The sickest shit to hit since anthrax came
I leave you with a tampax frame all bloody
Just stand back man y'all dont want it
But damn that man I come thru and do my Grand Theft thang
My cran-ap tan cap slant back thang
My hustle game up plus my flow that ugly
Just call me Mitchell and Ness I got throwback money
I got that um all good if its no crack money
I got that hes all good he dont need to show that money
I blow that money cause I know that money
Hit the club and wild out and go and throw that money
If that bitch on 21's then you know thats money
I'm a pimp I'm bout to perm it out and bullrush somthin
You a snitch you probably hit the court and burn dude
Thats that Weezy the shit that make yo soul burn slow
Fuck Ya ...S Q A D Holla at ya boy
(lil Wayne talking)
They cant fuck wit me man
I dont Dawg I dont see em fuckin wit ya nigga right here
Ya know what I'm sayin
Call me the throwback youngn
Bitch everytime you see me I'm in the 70's ho
You dont know if its a jersey or the pimp game bitch
Or it might just be the shit I got in my back pocket
Know what I'm sayin In the balloon or the silver pack
What you how you want it nigga? Huh?
How you want it dawg?
It's whateva we got it nigga from 64's to bentleys
To porsches nigga to the to the to the fuckin g-wag
You dont see a g-wag in the city unless its Weezy
And that white lady but we dont know her You know what I'm sayin?
Thats how we doin it dawg
This ya boy right here Man I'm holdin it down for the N.O.
And when you come past here you entering my home nigga
I I run New Orleans east I'm a 17 nigga but I run tha East Man
You know what I'm sayin
So So when you get to sheps think of Weezy man
Know you steppin into Weezy territory
You more than welcome to come holla at me man
I got whatever you need
Holla at ya people man
Squad up I see y'all baby its all love dawg
We here
I said we here
The back of Tha Carter
The back of Tha Carter....Two....Ooooh
Yea....This here is....the end of Tha Carter Two people
HEY! HaHa.Yea
I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the train
I'm like the key in the truck
I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless
Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychic
Hearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton
Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond
I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever
Tell them pussy niggaz come together
Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga
Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal nigga
I'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga
Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different nigga
Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin
But she ain't really trippin, 'cause the pots is pissed in
Them niggaz trippin, until the shots whistling'
Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention
I gotta bitch, and quit callin women bitches
As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
No preventing the crime, I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin
There you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkin
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
And since the future ain't promised to no one
I live everyday like this is the sure one
Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in the heat, 'til the mother fuckin snow come
And it feels so fuckin good
Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Runnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
Come and get it, automatics in motion
We bangin for the bread nigga, even the molded
I got my loaf, I got my toast
Chaperone of the south, I got my coast. Yea
lets go
im bout to murder this shyt
im bout to murder this shyt
its ya boy weezy BABY
holla
ay ay
bitch im down for my squiddies and i ride for the cause
its the S-Q boys wit the big fuckin cars
if anybody fuck wit my squadysquad
ima cut ya balls off and hand 'em to ya partnaz
its WEEZY BABY the man of the hour
uptown candidate
Holly Grove stand up
im superfly i still ice my whole band up
still hit ya man up
still got my grams up
and whether flowin on a beat
or i catch u in the street
bitch i still gotcha hands up
man up
sqad up
i wont deny it
cuz ima fuckin ridah
SHOUT ATCHA NYGGA
pop atcha momma behind my sqad
bitch i got birdman and rinah behind my sqad
like a hundred million dollaz behind my sqad
now errbody wanna follow behind my--
ah ah
catch me in a drop top
me and supa blanca
22's jumpin in the street we playin hopscotch
any fools jumpin in the street we sayin blackah
coke move lovely and cheap we sayin holla
man we sayin powdah,heroin,grass, X
pistols,bullets, versus sex
weezy versus whoevers ya best
fuck a hot 16 i make 11 ya chest
gotta watch these niggas turnin elliot ness
give my milli a press
leave ya belly a mess
tell ya bitch give my celly a rest
she love my because im coachin her handbags
chenellin her dress
and when im in ya crib
im slidin out her ribs
and she tell me the rest
but i tell her whtever
next time i drop by ima leave u a letter
that says WEEZY BABY no one can do it better
cuz fuck them other niggas cuz the sqad is my niggas yeh
fuck them other niggas cuz the sqad is my niggas yeh
fuck them other niggas cuz the sqad is my niggas
and if
u aint sqad then u not my nigga
thats how that shit go man its ya boy weezy BABY
whn you see me in the streets man do not say oh wayne
say WEEZY BABY
holla atcha boys man
im still doin it wit my boy FEE
u gotta feel me man
thats the boy a.k.a mr.enron
u already kno dirty money,clean money, its just money nah'm sayin
bitch
young money,cash money,old money whatever man
its ya boy man
i talk a whole lotta shit man i can wake ya grandfather up u already kno man
im the fuckin birdman jun--im the birdman junior man
im one stunnas son u aint heard ha ha ha
they wanna know if i got birds huh
bitch i got 20's i got 22's i got 24's i got 23's
i got--i even got 19's but dont tell nobody know wht im sayin
man im the boy man
yall niggas cant fuck wit me
man i got my nigga guttah guttah right here wit me
and if u--if u talk dogg the boy gone kill u i swear to god man
i put it on my daddy man
i gotcha boy young yo man
if ya bitch talk man the boy gone fuck her i swear to god man
i got my boy rides right here man
u kno how to rap the boy gone put them fire tracks to ya ass man i swear to god man
on the real man
i got my nigga supah right here man
if u buyin worth my boy got it man i swear to god man
i got my boy T--T.RED but we call him T.STREETS
WHY??
cuz if you fuck wit him he gonna get real streets i swear to god man
i got my boy tezzy pooh man
the boy kno how to do all kinda mathmetician type shit i swear to god man
we on this shit man we got this shit
we ready man on the real-one the real
u dont even kno man i got my boy nut man who wanna spit against my boy
he gone burn em' i swear to god not playin
my nigga raw dizzy man i dont think nobody in the world can fuck wit this nigga
if u think u can fuck wit this nigga u gotta be out ya fuckin mind man i swear to god man
its ya boy weezy baby and if u gotta bitch watch her i swear to god man
Speak to them Jazze
Yea fly guy
I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll into
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)
I'll take your bitch give her back, take your bitch again
That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get inside of my '66
She see that my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man, she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distant dick, me
I'm her long distance pimp
When I land my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup
And I don't lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, gotta stay clean
Plus momma in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I live to be fly to death
It's the Bird Man junior, sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it rain it whores
Jazze, c'mon
I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you, baby
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)
Now why you wanna go do that?
I can see through that
Tattoo right there, like I can't view that
Girl, what that? Say wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he not Lil' Wayne, no
'Coz I'm way more flyer
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones don't roam
They don't even come on
You're far from home so leave it alone
You creepin' with the king of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a pony
I ain't got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yup
But I can't be there all mornin'
I'm a pimp baby, I'm going, going, gone
I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)
I'm sorry I was groovin'
Gotta love that laid back mannie fresh music
But let's get back to what we was doing
Laid back in that black on plat Ewing's
That's 33 weak tires, he fire
These streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on your side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one, wait
Naw hun 'coz you ain't exempt
If your ass ever trip, I'll give you a clip, yea
But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you 'coz I stick to the script, yup
I said "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, that's life to me
Sorry honey, Jazze"
I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)
So how 'bout you?
So how 'bout you?
See what I'm talking bout sweet heart
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole
You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN
You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports baby
'Coz I got game sweetheart
Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the bag?
Daddy's little girl, that's right
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
See I can't give you the game but I can show you the game
And you can see what you see and peek how you peek
And see what you get
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Drop, drop, drop, what what what
After you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
After you back it up and stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
hehe, listen
You know me girl
I'm a cash money millionaire look at my Rolie (Rolex) girl
Drop to your knees top ya hair, ah ah slow me girl
Now hit it strong, won't be long, now catch it slowly girl
No he didn't say that, yes I did girl
I don't use rubbers, and I don't plan no kids girl
I don't want your number, I want your trouble, in ya skins girl
Then after that, you can get it how you live girl
That's on the real girl, I'm a pimp girl
Get it twisted, I'll slam you like Shawn Kemp girl
I know my neck get it hot like a lighter girl
I just slap you a couple of times, never fight it girl
That's cause I likes it girl
And let me tell you somethin girl, I am a player girl
So don't you try to play me cause I never save a girl
Do me a favor girl, and wet the spot girl
And after you back it up, drop it like its hot girl
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
First time need you to bend both knees
Wobble that ass right, then pop that pussy
The left one time, the right two times (whoa)
Show a nigga somethin, put it on a nigga mind, come on, come on
Nice workin, bitch
Ain't no need to hold it in, what you workin with
You want a Hot boy, hear me, work it bitch
Then break a nigga off, let me hurt you bitch, let me hurt you bitch
I'm on fire yea
I'm nasty and I'ma make you holler yea
Girl think I'm playin, I'ma freak ya down
I'ma show you how we do it on ?VL? Uptown, I'm wanna hear you make the move
Ooo B.g sounds, I wanna hear you say aw boy you laid that down
Aw you laid that down
I'm hot yea, people say I'm off the block
But I won't stop till you drop it likes its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, make em' it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
I'm a rider boy, the hottest boy, respect me
Cause I'm on fire boy, on fire boy
Got them trees, holler boy, holler boy
Bout my cheese, them dollars boy, dollars boy
I'm a seventeen survivor boy, with choppers boy
I got guns that go BLOCK A boy, BLOCK A boy
Ya'll runnin with a monster boy, reason Wayne callin yall
And I'm a mobster boy, hit it right I get my ball on like soccer boy
I keep it right I ain't gon thaw it off I'm a Tymer Boy
Go up in flames blockburner thats my motto boy
It ain't a game, I cock that cause I'm inside a boy
I'm a pimp, got a wife that'll holler boy
Catch her at the house steppin out the shower boy
(shhhhhhhh) hehehehehe, got a lotta boys
Claim to be soldiers but lies boy
And if I catch em I'ma bat em and make em retire boy
But a hump in your back and bend your rump
Hey sexy little mama we can do the hump
And you can hurt me hurt me, sex me sex me (what)
And after he finished, next me next me
Work it jerk it pull it hold it grab it (whoa)
I need it eat it beat it, silly rabbit (ooo)
Ha, I stuffed you in the ass (ooo)
Got this thang up in ya like a snake in the grass (sss)
I know you wish you could go home (go home)
To a nigga with a dick like a python (python)
Stank bitch ya like a off the hook telephone (telephone)
Got ya walkin round with nothin but a fuckin thong (wha?!)
Take the switch out on these freaks because cause i'm so wrong
So wrong, so wrong, so wrong
Drop (wha) so wrong, listen, listen, listen
Now after you back it up then stop
Then what, what, wha drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
Then what, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
We make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Tell em' after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
We tell em' after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
We make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
They go wobblety wobblety, wa a wobblety wobblety
Wa a wobblety wobblety, drop drop it like its hot
Make em wobblety wobblety, wa a wobblety wobblety
Wa a wobblety wobblety, wa a drop drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
Wha wha wha, drop it like its hot
They gotta wobblety wobblety wa a wobblety wobblety
Wa a wobblety wobblety, drop drop it like it's hot
Tell em after you back it up then stop
Then wha, wha, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em after you back it up then stop
Then wha, wha, wha, drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot drop drop it like its hot
Drop em like it's hot, drop it like it's hot
What would I do?
Lonely as you
Pleasure or pain I can't choose
What would I do?
Lonely as you
Pleasure or pain I can't choose
Wake up your dream and I can't stand your screamin'
Drowning out these prayers just some words without meanin'
Spare all the preachin' my secret's worth keepin'
No one understands like I do
Keep out of reach I'm your leadin' deletion
Hide behind these masks
Though they still see right through them
Every now and then
You're down and out my friend
Down and out again
Down and out again
Down and out again
One more time for the last time
One more time for release
One more time for the last time
Everyone wants to believe
Blame it on youth all these years I've been losin'
Blame it on the past it's the last place I knew you
Blame all the children their rage and their ruin
Blame it on the black and the blue
Every now and then
You're down and out my friend
Down and out again
Down and out again
Down and out again
I'm down with you
One more time for the last time
One more time for release
One more time for the last time
Everyone wants to believe
Every now and then
You're down and out my friend
Down and out again
Down and out again
Down and out again
But I'm done with you
One more time for the last time
One more time for release
One more time for the last time
Everyone wants to believe
One more time for the last time
One more time for release
One more time for the last time
Everyone wants to believe
One more time for the last time
One more time for release
One more time for the very last time
Everyone wants to believe
All Right!
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Look here
S B donks five seven five jeans, five thousand dollars on my fuckin wallet chain, i be wildin man, imma island man, there aint much else by me man
I tell em float on and go on to the ozone, im so gone, my blunt like a polan, got prolong, and hold on to it like a trambone, im so blown, and um i got that cock back i dont need that thumb bone, so come on, you get the one with the drum on, it, its that one that goes dit, da da la dit dit dit dit, im so terrific when i spit, put my foot up in your ass, now im kickin in your shit, now pitchin at your bitch, and she catch it with her lip, naw she catch it wit her mouth, and since im the president, she tried to catch it on her blouse, i tell her whoa, easy baby, im king cake, so she eat the baby, what shit gets way more crazier, we flipped the bitch like she was in the gymnasierm, i aint fuckin with them bitches with that stadium, thats no dome, bitch go home... bitch bitch bitch, bitch go home
[Verse 2:]
Bitch i spent a hundred winters on my snow cone
lil nigga walking like he get his bowl on
Bossy, pimp stro pimp stro, and i gotta let my money go when the wind blow, bet it come right back like a rental, and bet them bitches understand me like 10-4, niggas is simple, like instrumentals, i bet you bitches understand me like info, get your top chopped, and get trimmed low
Somethin like my Benz tho
Ride with my friends hoes, i mean my hoes friends, fucking all my hoes friends, takin all my hoes ends, it'll make that blow spin
I tell these young niggas pimp or die, dont get that Benz, if they dont split them I's, dig them thighs, in them tires
And if you reach at I, I dont preach I speech and give you beef wit them fries
Come to the beach and find, I live where all the little sea eagles fly
See, baby im so high, all i need you to do is just shut up and cry, bitch bitch shut up and cry
[Verse 3:]
Look, and me and mack was just to niggas from the same hood, fell from the same tree, cut from the same wool
Im just the lion and he the young bull, not seemy the bull, that pistol on my hip than i got a hammy to pull, i had a lammy in school, i think it was diablo red, im t.i. red, im t.i. red, you d.i. ed, because of what you said
Chea, and im as sharp as an image, and i keep it bumpin like a mother fuckin blemish
Two twins drink me up like guiness, when im finished i say brilliant, when im finished they say Weezy you killed, i hope on your shit and they say Weezy you healed it
So fly got wings tattooed on me, the gun glued on me, but i pop you in your stomach, now i got ya yesterdays food on me, now that was real rude homie
And i smell like a weed plant, young money mother fucker where cheese at
Yea, Jus Want U Niggas To Kno, Whurr My Yungin Come From Wit Dis Shit Ya Understand Nigga, Whurr We Comin From
[Lil Wayne:] And We Can Settle It In Da Streets
[Chorus: X2]
(Ha) If I Dont Give A Fuck About You [X1 Only:](Bitch)
And U Dont Give A Fuck About Me [X1 Only:](Pussy)
And We Dont Give A Fuck About Beef
Den We Can Settle It In Da Streets
[Lil Wayne:]
I Hope U Mean It When U Shout It
Cuz Me And My Yung Jeez Will Come N' See About It
We About It
War Fare Alumitity
We All Here Nobody Hidein
Got Em
Put Em Inside Em And Slide Em Inside Of A Dryer
Tie Ur Girlfriend To Da Tires And Ride Em
Stop Playin Wit Gangstas
U Get A Pink Slip
And Aint Nobody See Is When We Do It, We Call That A Blank Trip
And We All On Da Same Shit
Get Money Die Slow
Bang Quik
And 5-0 Aint Shit Bitches Aint Neither
Grind Extra Harder Cuz Da Kitchen Cant Feed Us
Live From New Orleans Whurr The Bitches Slang Diesel
The Niggas Bang Needles, Y Wouldnt They Bang Heaters
Think People
Yung Nigga On Da Brink And I Wont Break Until I Stink
One Wink One Shot Bow!
[Chorus: X2]
(Ha) If I Dont Give A Fuck About You
And U Dont Give A Fuck About Me
And We Dont Give A Fuck About Beef
Den We Can Settle It In Da Streets
See I Cant Leave Without Mine
And I Aint To Pleased About Why
But Fuk It, Yall Like To Tears In A Bucket
I Bust It, So Dont U Try Dat Bull Shit In Public
No Parranoia
Boy I Got Lawyers, And I Got A Box Of Bullets For Ya
Carter Da Warrior
Marl Got Da 40, Yea Marlly Slide Da 40, Yea!
Bet Im On Da Stage Goin All In Da Audience
Lock A Nigga Up, Im Goin All In Da Ward And Shit
Den I Stick A Nigga Wit Da Shank On Da Yard And Shit
Day Soldjas, Im Da Sargent
Loadin Up My Weapon, Protectin My Marigin, Marchin
I Got U On Target, Barrels Scorchin
Caught Ya
A Rebadorchin
Chyea
Yung Weezy No Play
Da Dramas Jus Fore Play
Lets Play Bitch
[Chorus: X2]
(Ha) If I Dont Give A Fuck About You
And U Dont Give A Fuck About Me
And We Dont Give A Fuck About Beef
Den We Can Settle It In Da Streets
We All Men Around Here
Daddy We Dont Kid Around Automatics, Spin Around Call His Family Sit Em Down Let Em Kno Da Story
Dont Forget To Let Em Kno Y We Comin Bak For Them, Dare Me
I Aint A Killer But Come Push Me
U Never Seen A Head Nigga Pussy
Let The Whole Clip Touch U
I Aint Nasty, Im Serious
But It Kinda Look Like A Women On Er' Period Uugh
Furious Drop Da Beat
U Can Prolly Still Here Da Car
And Lets Mop Da Street Chyea
I Hope Dat Ugly Look Is Not For Me
Cuz I Aint Tryin To Get No Blood On Da Freaks Chyea
Wut Is Ur Problem, Wut Is Ya Beef
I Bet It Be I
Whurr Is My Peace, Where Is Da Love
Like Where Is Da Chief, Im Ready To Die But He Aint Ready For Me
So Lets Go Nigga
[Chorus: X2]
(Ha) If I Dont Give A Fuck About You
And U Dont Give A Fuck About Me
And We Dont Give A Fuck About Beef
Den We Can Settle It In Da Streets
[Lil' Wayne: talking]
Fuck, man I been on this block all day
(say, say, say, say, say)
Hot man, get off my shirt, hot man
(Oh whatchu got?) Ohhh who that?
Boy that look like Baby, that ain't (that's dubs?)
That ain't Baby (that's dubs?)
That ain't - that is that nigga man (lets go)
[Baby] Say Lil' One
[Wayne] What, what's happening with you big dog?
[Baby] Look I need to talk about some serious shit dog
[Wayne] Like what? Look I ain't have nothing to do with
killing them...
[Baby] Slow down, I'm talking bout some getting money shit
and how its gonna go down
[Wayne] Well holla at me nigga, talk to me, let me know something
cause right now I'm tired of hustling
and these rocks ain't doing nothing
and to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month, I'm done with it
[Baby] Understand, but you ain't listening you just talking
I said I could get you paid, is you with that offer?
I know you see me coming through everyday pimpin
In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferrari
[Wayne] Yeah, but I like that Bentley
[Baby] All thats cool shorty, you can get this if you with me
Let me run it down to you bout this shit that I've been getting in
[Wayne] I mean, I'm saying, it sound good, I like that
[Baby] What thats a blunt?
[Wayne] Yeah
[Baby] Light that, nigga I'll be right back
[Wayne] Aight cat, just don't be playing, this worth my while?
[Baby] Lil' daddy I play with hoes, is you a hoe?
[Wayne] Nah
[Baby] Say I got work, I need to flood it all over
I can't do it all myself, so I need me a lil' solider
I been peeping ya lil' ass, I see you grinding and shit
[Wayne] I been peeping you too, nigga I see you shining and shit
And you don't even know how long I been trying to find me a brick
To make it flip and take the chips and go an buy me a whip
[Baby] Fuck a whip, that could wait
You worry bout your cake
Once you make enough to play, go buy a Z-28
[Wayne] A Z-28, boy go head, once I get change
I'ma go an cop me a Ranger and two platinum chains
[Baby] Well look I ain't fucking with you
You too young from the start
[Wayne] Man that ain't even got anything to do with it
Its dedication and heart
[Baby] Dedication and smarts
Don't put your heart in this game
Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game
[Wayne] Well correct me when I'm wrong
And acknowlegde me when I'm right
[Baby] Lil' bitch, if your hard head ass listen I might
[Wayne] B, I'm all ears
[Baby] Get your ass in this car
[Wayne] Unlock the door
[Baby] Its unlocked
[Wayne] Don't holla at me
You ain't my pa
[Baby] Now stop playing, look I got a hundred bricks just came
fifty ki's of raw dope, and fifty bricks of cocaine
Pays five a piece
[Wayne] Every week?
[Baby] Just move it together
I'ma knock off my lil' section
You take care of your area
[Wayne] Ughhh, nigga I been waiting to be the Don 'round here
I'ma have Coke and Dope
It's gone be on 'round here
But how you want me to sell this
Zones, Quarters, Halfs, Ki's?
[Baby] However they ask for it, just give it to them Lil' Wheez
[Wayne] I'm all for it cousin
I'ma get me a million
If power get between it I'ma split me a nigga
[Baby] You better, but when I get you this shit nigga
Let them have it
I bet you be on the block, working - directing traffic
[Wayne] Like you park here, you park there, you meet me in the cuts
[Baby] Say Lil' One
[Wayne] What's up?
[Baby] We gonna fuck it up
[Wayne] Nigga what? Nigga what? Haha
[Car sounds in background as you hear Lil' Wayne
whispering something you can't understand]
[Intro:]
Chrome on the monster leather intestines
Wit' a top model and a contestines
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out 'da foller
Chrome on the monster leather intestines
With a top model and a contestines
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out da stroller
[Verse 1:]
Im higher than the solar system of the twizzle
Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin'
On myself Im ballin' you niggaz haterholics
Im jus' the recipe so you can save the garlic
Im like a set of keys Im 'bout to get it started
I smoke 'dem Beverly Hills from California
'Dem bitches after me so I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my dick and said she shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that rattle homie
And I ain't got a clique I got a cattle homie
Wud up five kickin' back jus' bein' boo
Im talkin' foreign money like a European dude
Yeah Im heavy man so you should reconsider
I hit you one time fuck up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm yeah I got soul ya
I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold fuck around and get a cold sore
I got this bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezie's real 'dem otha' niggaz folklore
Im connected I got more hoods than a coat store
Im successful I got more shit than you can hope for
And I got thru 'dat water like a boat ore
Young Carter the name
Baby boy risin' like hot water and 'caine
[Bridge:]
Whip it stretch it and flip it
Reup stretch it and flip it [x3]
[Verse 2:]
Reup, we up in the club we up in the club
Money runnin' like water bitch get up in the tub
Im up in the club she up in the club he up in the club
Now she can't leave so we fuckin the club
Am I lucky or what Playboy Rabbit
And I like big tongues like skateboard fashion
I got more gurls than the Playboy Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Samprace
And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer
And I know this world is so cold and decievin'
But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until that chosen evenin'
I'ma be screamin Apple and Eagle
Yeah that's rite Apple and Eagle
Hollygrove 17 I won't leave you
Nope, and this is just the preview
But I'm already workin on the sequel
Fuck wit' me wrong I'll fuck wit' yo home
Like a letter to the wife sayin' ya husband is gone
Like Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up like a hundred arms
Im funky like underarms
The engineers recordin a thunderstorm
My hunger forms then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm
[Outro:]
Weezy Fuckin'
Howdy do motherfuckas, it's Weezy Baby
Niggaz bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)
Listen close, I got duct tape and rope
I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming
Don't make that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggaz know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit, got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him catch up/ketchup like mayonnaise
Um, I'm the sickest nigga doing it, bet that baby
These other niggas dope, I'm wet crack baby
Yes, get back, get back boy, this a set back
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall in to a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet em up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon and get my howl on
Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it come to that paper I stack books
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head
Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nigga Fee
See every motherfucka at the door don't get a key
Ya outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I tell my homies don't kill him, bring the nigga to me
Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon)
Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Nigga tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon)
From Philly to where I'm landing I'm a (Cannon)
And I'm on that Philly fighting shit
And I come fully equipped
You trolley, get bodied, keep nina and shotty in the whip
If a nigga try to stick me I'ma blam him
Sing along now, di-di-dadi, I'm Free
Got the butters, got the green, he got the tan
Got the whole enchilada
Owe me dough, I'm inside of ya house
Tie up ya brother, make the prick call up ya mother
She might know where to find you
I am... on top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the flowas
Flow like the ocean, open water, ya drowning
I will... four-pound him, and sink him
Heat him then leave him stinking
Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him
I will... roll over your squad like I'm 'One Punch' Carr
You chumps, you best call General Motors
I will... take control of your soldiers
You won't miss 'em 'til I toss em in the wok like chicken
General Tso/toast em, uh-oh!
I make it hard for rap niggaz, I'm peer pressure
Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better
I showed niggaz how to act, how to dress better
I stay fresh, more fitted caps than back catchers
I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule
The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool
The motherfucking (Cannon)
Other words, I'm the real, for real
We can go check for check or bill for bill
We can go chick for chick or skill for skill
The deal is sealed, niggaz ain't real as Will
'Cause I'm a (Cannon)
And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale
And I got the 50-cal mag, its a handheld (Cannon)
I'm telling you niggaz, I pop, put a shell in you niggaz
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggaz
I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
Blowing 'ghan by the quarter
Weed odor in the Rover, nigga
Detriot Red gettin' change like them white folks
Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle
Pain like a bitch like the first day of a cycle
You better scurry when I pull the (Cannon)
Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas
I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass
I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task
She like 'Damn Red, it's bigger than (Cannon)'
My attire makes the ladies say ya man is too fly
Imported oils from Iran and Dubois
Get caught slipping with ya mans and you die
Where I'm from niggaz be quick to squeeze the (Cannon)
Detroit Red always got some shit for ya ear
Show me love but keep it moving man, 'cause you if you get near
I'll say 'get off my dick' and tell ya bitch to 'come here'
'Cause you sweating me and my DJ Don (Cannon)
Legs spread far out, you know how I'm standing
Yeah I'm posted with the big homie (Cannon)
I got niggaz who don't like rap lovin' our shit
We got niggaz who was stuck on Pac bumpin' our shit
These niggaz can't see me like I ain't been around lately
A good batter when they at the mound its gravy
Niggaz salty, I'm pepper, no Spinderella
Just a cigarillo, filled with Tropicana
Yeah, Vic found that lick now we not smoking no more regular
Keep ya mid-grade, I don't think you know no better
They love 'In Da Trunk', now they wanna hear more shit
I play it modest like 'nigga thats some of our old shit'
Got niggaz I aint never met wanting to fight me
Got hoes thats in love asking 'why you dont like me?'
Bitch I'm married to the game and I love my wifey
Steppin' over competition, man I love these Nikes
Yeah, I'm hot, they fannin'
Niggaz try to copy my style like the (Cannon)
Don't try to compare I'm in a league of my own
If I ain't listed at the top nigga the stats is wrong
All the data is off, ya info ain't valid
Artist of the century the competition ain't balanced
True/Tru like Master P and his two brothers
Don't call it incest but Juice the motherfucker
Like... ch'yea
(feat. Daz Dillinger, Kurupt)
[Birdman:]
So Light It Up And Pass The Thang To Me
Im Fresh Off Patrol I Could Smoke A Whole P
Can Smell It In My Clothes You Can Smell It In My Seats
Thats How A Nigga Rolls I Was Raised In Them Streets
Im Rollin Up A Sweet
Im Fillin It With Keef
Im Too High To Talk Bitch Keep It Real Brief
If It Aint About Money You Dont Even Gotta Speak
I Smoke It In A Paper, Weezy Smoke It In A Leaf
And Nigga Ima Stunna, I Got Runnas
And We Keep Them Shotguns Like Huntas
We Smoke Thunda, It Put Me Under
Im Talkin About Straight Purple Kush That Thundas
See I Be Fuckin With Them Trees Cuz Im Straight Out Tha Jungle
Keep About Five Pounds And We Aint Even Tryin To Hustle
Yall Already Know How That Go
[Lil' Wayne:]
I Get My Kush From California
Get My Dro From Arizona
I Can Get it cross the boarda
I Got A Ridda Name Winona
And I Be Calmer Than A Somma
Inside Of The Phantom
And it's lookin like a Sauna
And I Still Stay High And I Still Got My Diploma
And I Still Keep The Maggie On Me Like Hommer
And Im Too Sick Man Im Spittin Out A Coma
And Im Still Lettin The Money Pile Like Goma
And I Smoke That Kill, Yall Blowin On Begonias
And I Keep A Fill Of That Grass Like A Farmer
And I Keep That Armor, Try Me And Ill Spin You Around
Ill Be With The Stars And I Aint Talkin Tinsel Town
Thats Right The Present Town, Bitches Tear The Fences Down
Like Prince In Town
Boy I Shits A Pound Of That Purple Rain On The Marvin's Day
You Wit Me Now?
Too High You Can't Set Me Down
[Daz:]
We Got That Ak-47 White Right On Set Painted
And Named It Orange Purple Kush That Million Dolar Top Brand
[Kurupt:]
I Got That White Ivory Ice Tee
Docters, Requestin Dope Weed
Blazin Up So Much Bomb
I Got A Bad Bitch On My Side
[Daz:]
See See We Just Smokin We Just Smokin,
We Just Tryin To Fire Up
If You Got The Bomb Bomb Nigga Come And Light It Up
[Kurupt:]
Yah Blaze Up Aint Nothin Like
Ridin By, Drivin High
Me And All The Hommies Smokin
Dumpin If You Chokin Smokin
[Daz:]
Smoke Slow When They Hit You Cuz You Might Pass Out
[Kurupt:]
Look Over At The Bitches Snatch A Blunt Up Out A Mouth Bitch
[Daz:]
Switch It To Another Scene
That Has You Smokin Endo Green
[Kurupt:]
Some Hommies Be On That Lean
Mix It With That Endo Weed
[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up
[Kurupt:]
I Like To Smoke And Drink
With That Nympho Plated Thang
[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high.....Birds flyin high
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds
[LIL WAYNE'S VERSE:]
Smokin all day drinkin on hard liquor(yea)
I stay high... even higher than a salt shaker
Im on silver haze what is u cheffin?
Im in the coupe keepin the rest of the birds sleepin
And Im high to the tip top...and im twisted with a slip knot
And Will i ever stop? Never that light it up bring it back
Bring a ounce not a sack
I got it foggy as a suana in the building
Looking for ur bong probably call it on the ceiling
Fallin on the railing catch me im gone
Im in another zone but trust me im home
Where the bloods be thicker than the army
And every time Copa roll up and say this one is the one
U know i gotta explode
I dont know where yall at but im in my mood where the...
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high.....Birds flyin high
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds
[JUELZ SANTANA'S VERSE:]
Keep it coming dont fuck up rotation...NAWWWWW
Clean ur Piss dont fuck up probation...NAWWWW
Shit im glad i aint got those cases
I Can smoke free bad nerves aint got no patience...NAWWWWW
But my birds fly higher ur coupe drive by but my coupe drive by ya
Im higher than a kite still lookin for the lighter
Cant get no higher still lookin for the lighter
Big Bob Marley blunts keep a chick in the ride on the side(yea) Big ol' donkey butt(yupp)
She talkin to much pass her weed calm the slut
I aint trynna hear that shit just smoke bitch(smoke)
This is what i call ol' Dikeman's finest sit back baby relax ur tight vagina
Enjoy ur ride enjoy ur high and show respect when u see...(BIrds Flyin HIgh)
Birds flyin high...u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high...u know how i feel
Birds flyin high...u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high...Birds flyin high
Birds flyin high...u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high...u know how i feel
Birds flyin high...u know how i feel
Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds
Look At Me
[Hook]
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Y'all dues money to yung
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Big thighs with brown-eyes
It's Lil Weezy for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood
I smoke real good
Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name
Birdman junior, huh
Fool was smile but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby
Bling-blao, I rock a throwback Jordan 23
Rolling on hot 23's
Tote a big glock 23
You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop playing this is Weezy company
Uh-huh
[Hook]
I'm the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
Why? Cuz I'm so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why
Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick
Looking for my roof where it went
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bent
Windows are the tint more wood than a bench
Working in the hood more green than the Grinch
Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint
Leaves on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Sucking on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book
[Hook]
Some call me Weezy
But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne
In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace
Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays
Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze
So move over what you say shortie
We could do rent pussy
Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas
And beating went to the A
Eat with JAZZY FAY
But yeah I'm on my way
Cuz I know he got that hay
Hey little mami
You a ghetto fire ten
You come to my post on the island
Come on that chronic
He-he empty vodka bottles
I be high he be drunk that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclining
When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining
Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding
Cash Money what you hollering, huh
[Hook]
[Chorus - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]
Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that got that work to move
(Verse 1 - Lil' Wayne)
It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South
Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you bitch you still ain't got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain't got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house
Nigga we tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house
I'm a boss man, I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only, keepin it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weezy
This shit is over somebody cue me
(Chorus)
(Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne)
You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you man
Lose ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me
Y'all can't hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the yee-yo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder
That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you want it man
Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun
I den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on the road
For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son
That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned
(Chorus)
I GET THAT MONEY THATS MY TOP COMITMENT
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKING YALL POLITICIANS
BUT LET ME GET SLICK REAL QUICK
LIKE RICK WITH OUT THE PATCH ON MY EYE I TAKE A PATCH OUT THE SKY
CAUSE IM FLY I SAY THAT ALOT AND IM GONE KEEP ON
THOUSAND DOLLAR JEANS ON NIGGA KEEP GONE
KEEP WALKIN PEACE HOME
THEY WANT FIND ME AT MY BEACH HOMES IM OUT THEY REACH HOMES
I GOT A SPEECH FOR EMMMMM'
UUMMMM............... FUCK THEM AND WHOEEVER KNOW EM'
ONE........
IM STEPPIN IN REVERTIBLES WIT A NASTY ASS VIRGIN SHE FEELING MY GANSTA
I AINT EVEN HAVE TO GAME HER BUT THAT CAME NATURAL
SORT A LIKE NATURAL
HOW I DISSAPEAR WHEN YOU SEE ME IN THE BATHROOM
BUT ILL BE BACK SOON FUCKING WIT THEM RACOONS
LIKE JAKIE BLUSON ON HIS HONEYMOON
WHAT UP FUEL?
HOSPITAL IN THE BUILDING YOUNG MONEY IN THE ARENA
YOU CATCH ME WIT TWO BAD BITCHES BETWEEN EM'
YEAH, YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKIN BOUT'........
{2ND VERSE}
I COOKED UP CRACK, AND IM PROBABLY OPISTENT
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKIN YALL POLITICIANS
BUT TO WIN AGAINST, MY BACK I DEFEND ANY ATTACK
BY ANY MEN IM,AND IN FACT {HUH}
AND ITS LIKE DAT MY IMPACT SO HARD IF I DIE ILL PROBABLY BOUNCE RIGHT BACK
I WALK AROUND WIT A MOUSE TRAP
CUZ NIGGAS WIT CHEESES DONT LIKE RATS
AND DISPITE THAT, I BEEN AROUND A FEW GOLDFISH IM STILL A SHARK OUT THE OCEAN
I WHEELED THE FUCK OUT THE 06' 4 SIT LOW
LIKE IM 4'6, LEFT ARM SO STIFF YALL DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT THIS
STUNTIN' BUSSINESS IM ABOUT TO TEACH THAT TO ALL OF MY BITCHES
BUT, BACK TO DA BUSSINESS GIVE THE MUTHERFUCKERS SO MUCH COKE
THEY'LL PROBABLY HAVE PROBLEMS WIT THEY KIDNEYS................ SPIT EM'
JESUS CHRIST YOUNG MONEY MUTHERFUCKER
MONEY GO WAY BACK..........WAY BACK LIKE AN OLD MAN HAIRLINE
MUTHERFUCKERS YALL CANT SEE THAT.........
YEAH
{3RD VERSE}
I GOT AS HATERS OUT THERE BUT IM OPTIMISTIC
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKING YALL POLITICIANS
IM WALKING WHAT IM TALKING
AND IM PLAYING WHAT IM SAYING AND IM STEPPIN' WHAT IM REPPIN
IM ABOUT WHAT I SHOUT BOY, THE LOUDEST MOUTH OF THE SOUTH BOY
IM FROM DA DIRTY ,DIRTY YOU CANT GET ME OUT MY SHOP BOY
I GOT A MONEY CLIP, BUT LIKE WHAT FOR?
I TOLD HOES THAT THEY CANT HOLD THAT I STICK IT IN HER BACK POCKET
MAKE HER BUTT LARGE AND PULL THEM SEVEN JEANS DOWN SHE LIKE FUCK DRAWS
AND IM LIKE FUCK THAT BUT SHE THOUGHT I WAS IGNORANT, APPROACHED HER LIKE A GENTLEMAN,
HER FRIENDS TRYING TO GET WIT HIM
BUT I ALREADY BEEN WIT THEM THEY ALL ACT THE SAME
I FUCKED EM' ALL MAN LIKE THEY LIKE SYNONYMS
I LIKE DIVIDENDS, I MIGHT GIVE A LIMB SHE SEE THE NIGGAS IM WIT I MIGHT GIVE HER THEM.
ILL KNOW HOW HE GET SO MANY GIRLS IN THESE RAPS AND HANDLE THEM LIKE THAT IN THE LYICS
ITS COOL DOUGH
IF YALL LIKE LISTENIN' TO WHAT HE GOT TO SAY WELL YALL CAN COME GET WITH ME
THE REST TILL' FADE........... {HA HA}
[Intro]
Ay say what’s hapnin World
F.Y.I., man I just left Rickers island man you know what i’m sayin’
Seeing my n-gga lil wayne and he say man don’t worry bout him
He still doin’ better than you suckas you know what i’m sayin’
That’s for those of you who care and for those of you who don’t
F-ck you n-gga
[Chorus: T.I.]
All the whips on 4’s
And my wrist so froze
Aint no problem with these hoes
They don’t never say no
All they sayin’
YEAH
I keep ‘em sayin’
YEAH
Hey they be sayin’
YEAH
We got ‘em sayin’
YEAH
And all my clicks so cold
And my pockets so swole
And we bet a hundred more
I don’t never say no
All I say is
YEAH
Say bet i’m sayin’
YEAH
Say what i’m sayin’
YEAH
You know i’m sayin’
YEAH
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I’m ridin’ through the city blowin’ purple on a saturday
See the APTP when you got to put the gat away
See them nigga comin’ let it blow like Donald Hathaway
In the SLR’s all the doors open that way
Supermodel, movie star, the stripper, brawds after me
N-gga try to battle me but all they do is rattle me
I ask them man what happenin’ i’m laughin while they chattering
I’m bustin’ they be scattering you know you lookin’ at a king
Superclean in a new drop stuntin’
N-gga talk sh-t but it ain’t bout nothin’
You’ll get your ass kicked if your mouth keep runnin’
Keep talk slick bout the sound we comin’
Say what u want but this is how we run it
N-ggas still tryna ball out we done it
My wrist so bright and my neck so shiny
When I tell her lets go she dont back up from me
[Chorus: T.I.]
All the whips on 4’s
And my wrist so froze
Aint no problem with these hoes
They don’t never say no
All they sayin’
YEAH
I keep ‘em sayin’
YEAH
Hey they be sayin’
YEAH
We got ‘em sayin’
YEAH
And all my clicks so cold
And my pockets so swole
And we bet a hundred more
I don’t never say no
All I say is
YEAH
Say bet i’m sayin’
YEAH
Say what i’m sayin’
YEAH
You know i’m sayin’
YEAH
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, i’m me like a motherf-cker
Flyer than a vampire lookin’ for a blood sucker
I keep these hoes on E like a four runner
Man I could throw a 100 g’s till my stone runner
Get a couple of philly’s and some waters for these hoes stomach
I keep ‘em rollin like no brakes up in that four runner
I don’t stop i’m on the clock like the smallest hands
They look for me I move the bass up out that marching band
That ain’t a coffee can, n-gga that 400 grands
I keep the block jumpin’, just call me bunny man
T make a blunt look like a arm without a f-ckin’ hand
T break a pound straight down like a bucket man
You could get it harder or get it lighter than a summer tan
The section leader over the stove like a drummer man
B-R-R-At-At-Tat, whip it up just like that
But if a n-gga f-ck with me wrong then its B-R-R-At-At-At-Tat
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I like my whip so old
And my top better fold
And I party with these hoes
They don’t never say no
All I say is
YEAH
I keep ‘em sayin’
YEAH
You know they sayin’
YEAH
Ya digg
You know my click so bold
All of ‘em don’t slow
N-ggas shot never broke
They don’t never say no
You need that work
YEAH
We got that work
YEAH
You need that work
YEAH
We got that work
Ya digg
[Verse 3: T.I. & Lil Wayne]
I’m in a drop 6,4 low low
When a hoe get hit no slow mo
5 mil on the tour no promo
I’m at the p-ssy n-ggas house no homo
No homo, they slut like Tony Romo
So f-ck them and f-ck you too now go tell that to bono
They hoes know she loves when I shoot my two
22’s on the coupe I cruise
Sucka n-ggas tryna my mood
They do what they can I do what I choose
I get these hoes the blues
Just call me BB King
If they can’t feel the monster
How can they see the King
[Chorus: T.I.]
All the whips on 4’s
And my wrist so froze
Aint no problem with these hoes
They don’t never say no
All they sayin’
YEAH
I keep ‘em sayin’
YEAH
Hey they be sayin’
YEAH
We got ‘em sayin’
YEAH
And all my clicks so cold
And my pockets so swole
And we bet a hundred more
I don’t never say no
All I say is
YEAH
Say bet i’m sayin’
YEAH
Say what i’m sayin’
YEAH
You know i’m sayin’
And in here is where the heroine boils
And I also got a large pot of cigarette or you, that
Embalmment fluid illiterate are you
That's OK man I got the medicine for you
I got, I got, I got the infediment for you
Got that vitamin D R U G for you shorty
One window to let the dawn in
Cause we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning
We dump in and pump out
I showed you this window for you to jump out
You on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growing
No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sam's or Jakes
Round here its all gravy, ham and steak
Mama cooking that up here have a plate
That's mama Carter she's a basket case
But I make sure her sandwich is a napkins straight
You pic wit this picnic and I'm at your face
(feat. Mack Maine)
Look, rockwilder on the beat
1,7 in ya face, mack maine u my nigga, cash money wassup
Check me out
[Verse:]
Young money mu'tha f**ka where the cash at
I put numbas on ya head like a class hat
See i dun been through everything like a lab rat
Can u swim cuz u sleepin where the crabs at
I stand before u bitch niggas with the 5th cocked
Boom boom!!!!
U can hear a pen drop
Bullet proof vest cannot defend tops
Wanna walk n my shoes u need 10 socks
But these niggas is actors like rick foxx
Stick 2 the script or f**k around and get written out
We in this mu'tha f**ka throwin up the sets
G4 boys
Throw em off the jet
[Chorus x2: Lil Wayne]
And me and mack is just 2 niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool see im the young lion
And he the young bull
Welcome 2 the zoo
U are in the zoo
[Mack Maine:]
Warning
Mack on the dollar hunt
Im feelin real slick bitch i got my collars up
Spread the word boi i keep the kush bottled up
40 cal pal u can get hollowed up
If u aint talkin money hommie then dats cheap cheddar
Im pissin on the game feelin like i gotta weak bladder
N yall fallin off u climbin up a weak ladder
N im 2 high 2 try 2 reach ya son
I rock shows everyday wit ms. cita's son
Then im uptown baby like im Peter Gunz
Or Lord Tariq 2 the lord i speak
I got game i'll have a vegie tryna eat my meat
[Chorus x2: Mack Maine]
Me n tune is just 2 niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool he the young lion
And im the young bull
Welcome 2 the zoo nigga
Welcome 2 the zoo
[Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]
Now bring it back to hollygrove yea hollygrove
A well part had work by the sliding boards
A well part get u murked by the sliding boards
17th ward animals and dinosaurs
Tyrannosaurus rex test me its m.o.b till a mortition dress me
And thats deep get run up on eagle street
Belfast & Monroe be right at ya front door
Knock, knock, hello there goes several fellows
With clips to the elbows hellrose
And tell them niggas we was hustlin till hell froze
Hollygrove ain't no muthaf**kin melrose
Hollywood ain't no muthaf**kin hollygrove
They could find yo ass monday in yo friday clothes
Or they could find yo ass part dead on father's day
Hollygrove usa remain in carter state
[Chorus x1: Mack Maine]
And me and carter are just 2 niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool
He just a young lion and i'm a young bull
Welcome 2 the zoo nigga you are in the zoo
[Chorus x1: Lil Wayne]
And me and maineis just 2 niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool
See i'm a young lion and he the young bull
He he hee
I'm a young playa nigga, (what)
I get the game from the big tymers, nigga (what, what)
Who else? (Speak on it) On the real nigga, on the real nigga
Respect the game
Cuz I got the game
Y'all know who I is
Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz
See me front in back with the wood all around
Plus I got that *boom boom* surround sound
Don't hate on me boy if you do *pow* get down
Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground
But on the other hand, I'ma keep running man
I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man
We stuntas man
I might stumble across a grand and give it to you wifey
And watch how she *slurp* on my pipey like a Icee
I might be in a Range that night
I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight
I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right
But if I lose, its cool, that's some change lil shite
That ain't nothing
I ain't doing nothing if I, I ain't stunting
Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming.
Slow yo roll lil one
You ain't glad its bought
And Ms. Pat and gray head over there
In the back card gambling
At the bar dranking
But go head, just be quiet with ‘em lil one
Broads I use ‘em
Hatas I bluse ‘em
My whole front grill is full of confusion
Got dammit
Weezy pull up in a Porsche, expanded (expanded)
I was to the back, niggas couldn't stand it
Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished
I got it like that
Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches
Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches
Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches
Million dolla man baby tear da beasy
Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier
Sammy, Mario, tody Taz, that's my posse
And what
You might see me dippin low in a Benz truck
Tell yo girl hello
I done did her, what you muggin me for
Keep playin with me, I'll put a slug in yo do
Now looky here, young blood
Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt
Don't make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass
Now keep doing what you doing
Go head
Y'all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs
Play with me boy I give you cancer like menthol
Cough cough cough up
Got a cat eye benz on brollas
They call us
Uptown shiners
Original hot boy$ baby, big tymers
I spit game
Get in they head, they be like, “Quit Wayne!”
Half hour later, I'm in they split man
Hehehehe it be kicks man
Let me get real
I'll kill on the battlefield
Steal for the scrill
I will never leave my clique nigga, I'm to trill
I'm a little peepsqueal
But I'm a ape in that jungle
And if you get it twisted,
Nigga, I'm taking yo lover
I mean I'm raping yo lover
Leave her taste in my rubber
I GET THAT MONEY THATS MY TOP COMITMENT
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKING YALL POLITICIANS
BUT LET ME GET SLICK REAL QUICK
LIKE RICK WITH OUT THE PATCH ON MY EYE I TAKE A PATCH OUT THE SKY
CAUSE IM FLY I SAY THAT ALOT AND IM GONE KEEP ON
THOUSAND DOLLAR JEANS ON NIGGA KEEP GONE
KEEP WALKIN PEACE HOME
THEY WANT FIND ME AT MY BEACH HOMES IM OUT THEY REACH HOMES
I GOT A SPEECH FOR EMMMMM'
UUMMMM............... FUCK THEM AND WHOEEVER KNOW EM'
ONE........
IM STEPPIN IN REVERTIBLES WIT A NASTY ASS VIRGIN SHE FEELING MY GANSTA
I AINT EVEN HAVE TO GAME HER BUT THAT CAME NATURAL
SORT A LIKE NATURAL
HOW I DISSAPEAR WHEN YOU SEE ME IN THE BATHROOM
BUT ILL BE BACK SOON FUCKING WIT THEM RACOONS
LIKE JAKIE BLUSON ON HIS HONEYMOON
WHAT UP FUEL?
HOSPITAL IN THE BUILDING YOUNG MONEY IN THE ARENA
YOU CATCH ME WIT TWO BAD BITCHES BETWEEN EM'
YEAH, YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKIN BOUT'........
{2ND VERSE}
I COOKED UP CRACK, AND IM PROBABLY OPISTENT
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKIN YALL POLITICIANS
BUT TO WIN AGAINST, MY BACK I DEFEND ANY ATTACK
BY ANY MEN IM,AND IN FACT {HUH}
AND ITS LIKE DAT MY IMPACT SO HARD IF I DIE ILL PROBABLY BOUNCE RIGHT BACK
I WALK AROUND WIT A MOUSE TRAP
CUZ NIGGAS WIT CHEESES DONT LIKE RATS
AND DISPITE THAT, I BEEN AROUND A FEW GOLDFISH IM STILL A SHARK OUT THE OCEAN
I WHEELED THE FUCK OUT THE 06' 4 SIT LOW
LIKE IM 4'6, LEFT ARM SO STIFF YALL DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT THIS
STUNTIN' BUSSINESS IM ABOUT TO TEACH THAT TO ALL OF MY BITCHES
BUT, BACK TO DA BUSSINESS GIVE THE MUTHERFUCKERS SO MUCH COKE
THEY'LL PROBABLY HAVE PROBLEMS WIT THEY KIDNEYS................ SPIT EM'
JESUS CHRIST YOUNG MONEY MUTHERFUCKER
MONEY GO WAY BACK..........WAY BACK LIKE AN OLD MAN HAIRLINE
MUTHERFUCKERS YALL CANT SEE THAT.........
YEAH
{3RD VERSE}
I GOT AS HATERS OUT THERE BUT IM OPTIMISTIC
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKING YALL POLITICIANS
IM WALKING WHAT IM TALKING
AND IM PLAYING WHAT IM SAYING AND IM STEPPIN' WHAT IM REPPIN
IM ABOUT WHAT I SHOUT BOY, THE LOUDEST MOUTH OF THE SOUTH BOY
IM FROM DA DIRTY ,DIRTY YOU CANT GET ME OUT MY SHOP BOY
I GOT A MONEY CLIP, BUT LIKE WHAT FOR?
I TOLD HOES THAT THEY CANT HOLD THAT I STICK IT IN HER BACK POCKET
MAKE HER BUTT LARGE AND PULL THEM SEVEN JEANS DOWN SHE LIKE FUCK DRAWS
AND IM LIKE FUCK THAT BUT SHE THOUGHT I WAS IGNORANT, APPROACHED HER LIKE A GENTLEMAN,
HER FRIENDS TRYING TO GET WIT HIM
BUT I ALREADY BEEN WIT THEM THEY ALL ACT THE SAME
I FUCKED EM' ALL MAN LIKE THEY LIKE SYNONYMS
I LIKE DIVIDENDS, I MIGHT GIVE A LIMB SHE SEE THE NIGGAS IM WIT I MIGHT GIVE HER THEM.
ILL KNOW HOW HE GET SO MANY GIRLS IN THESE RAPS AND HANDLE THEM LIKE THAT IN THE LYICS
ITS COOL DOUGH
IF YALL LIKE LISTENIN' TO WHAT HE GOT TO SAY WELL YALL CAN COME GET WITH ME
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, believe that
F*ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
I know you hustle baby I ain't gotta tell ya
You can give it everything but they take it if you let em
But, bills don’t stop so you keep the money coming
Cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin
The way you move you’re body girl you know your gonna get it
How the f*ck you else you going where the shoe ain’t fitted
Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver
Throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, something gonna stick, believe that
F*ck these other bitches, don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
Goin pick up all this money, I know you don’t mind
Go on take it to the back and count every single dime
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna give
With your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower
So when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder
Cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider
You in it for the commission
Every muthaf*cking dollar
The way that body movin’ it’s hard to understand
You aint never been a bitch to execute without the plan
I ain't never seen a mark supplier without demand
And f*ck credit baby tell em broke n*ggas stop playing
Gun snooze off, just take them shoes off
Let me get that all, that body so soft
Cause you know it’s gon count baby if you gon give it
And know it aint a life if you don’t live it, baby
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
F*ck these other bitches, don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, something gonna give, yaa diiig
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit, you the shit
Uh huh
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
F*ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, yaa diiig
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
F*ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
Pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Go on, show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Featuring: Young Money
[Intro - Nicki Minaj]
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
Let's do it for the troops
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
[Verse 1 - Lil Twist]
Yeah, uh
So sick with the flow
Yeah you cowboys know that Lil Twist
Been a pro way before Romo no T.O.
No wetting Cowboys to a Piston
A.I. no Wallace, your kids getting demolished
I'm booking on your suckers like I'm just leaving college
But smart, very smart, too smart for your knowledge
Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius
It's YMOE nothing gets inbetween us
[Verse 2 - Lil Chuckee]
Tell Wayne I'm going in like somebody about to bury me
In this rap game nobody could ever bury me
That's why you see me on stage rocking with Young Money
I told my team I got us man it's all on me
Like volume two B.G., I got my crew with me
Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki
Everytime I'm on the track it's ransom
Can't find them like us anymore, it's random
When Young Money come through you better salute us
[Chorus - Nicki Minaj]
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
Let's do it for the troops
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
The salute
The salute
[Verse 3 - Jae Millz]
Hey yo
I solemnly swear if it ever go down
You ain't never got to call me because I'ma be there
Let's get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than Shell Toes
Strapped like Velcro, and this we running? Hell no
And truthfully, aiming for number one, oh do we?
You ask why I reply, because nobody remember two or three
Cross YM and now the hem will make a movie
We all that we can be, respect the army and salute we
[Verse 4 - Gudda Gudda]
Yeah, Young Money army we marching
We coming forward no warning
We got these boys running like Forest
So salute me like a general
First place never last
Always on top and I'm a chief like a Seminole
Got the game in a strangle hold no letting up
You can get the top, your can pop like 7 Up
Knock knock let us up, Young Money applaud me
And we'll take the game out your hands like a joystick
[Verse 5 - Nicki Minaj]
I'ma need my badges and my ribbons
Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn't given
Everything that I've given, I swear I'll never give in
Just look at what I've been in and this is just the beginning
I d-d-d-d-do it because I did it for my ballerina girls
Blowing kisses to the soldiers I am Marilyn Monroe
But we shoot shoot shoot them up, camoflauge me
Because Young Money is a Navy, better yet the Army
[Chorus]
[Verse 6 - Lil Wayne]
Commander in chief
One hand on the world, one hand on the brief'
I stand on the world, bitch I stand on the peak
Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now that's G
But don't ask me about shit but money
Fucking right my money long, I got that ten foot money
I get it fast when I get to the money
When I walk, it sound like ten foots running
I meant feet, I'm in deep like wet pussy
I'm a purple heart proven war vet' rookie
You can't even sit next to me
Now bring money or death to me, or don't step to me
Now don't step nigga, march with me
To the steps of the court building
Like ain't we God's children?
I know at all times gods feel me
So I play my part until the war kill me
Salute or shoot, nigga
(Gudda Gudda)
Gudda
Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial I'm all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The simple Mathematics
You cut the check and I rake in the green, like I'm rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near feint when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the first name Aston
Potato head niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin'
Think you fucking with me put your cash in
Nah I doubt it
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers
This rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!
(Lil Wayne)
Uh, Uptown back in it
Hollygrove Black menace
Black clothes, Black tennis
Black semi,
I've never sat in Hemi
That would offend me
Try Maybach or Maybach
Bitch I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on Paychecks
And I still want payback
And I still don't play that
I kill on ASAP
And you don't do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want drama I'm honoured
I blitz your ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a whole bunch of comma's
Still wear red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!
(Jae Millz)
Ma-Mama aint make me to make homies
She made me to make history
So doing that's my Extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll slap ya straight
Yeah, I'm a Big Joker so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but it's my casino
Pretend that your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying with it
I'm so harlem, eating but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all they do is eat margarine
Millz!
(Tyga)
Say-Say-Say, Put the flow-flllloooooow
Say,Put the flow in the pot
Crank up the notch
Burn the song from a Stove-Top
It's finger licking hot
His pitch flip cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was soft
Niggas cotton balled
She dropped drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it done
The rocky shit that we up on
Shittin on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait they say money talks
And, man you don't speak at all
You shop at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, like using analogues
I wreck shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flame flicker
I melt pictures
[Intro:]
The hottest... under the sun
Ain't nobody xxxxxxx with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin
Hey it's Cash Money Records man
The law in this game
[Verse 1:]
Un-fuckin believable, Little Wayne's the president
Fuck em, xxxx em, xxxx 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
Nigga, it's just me and my guitar
Yea, xxxxx I'm heavy metal-ing
You can get to xxxxxx 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 definate
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
[Hook:]
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 motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
[Verse 2:]
Junior
It's cash money over everything
It's in my blood I feel it runnning in every vein
I'm from the mud I am a missle like the stud
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' birmman like a log
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a billion
Cash Money million, hier to the throne
Going at the head is like hair and a comb
Sittin by the window, I just stare at the stone
Knowin' I might get through it like hair and 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
[Hook:]
That I'm me 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 motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
[Verse 3:]
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 pain
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 xxxx within so I xxxx on myself
Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I'm tryna tell you like I 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) yea
[Hook:]
I'm me, I'm me. Bitch, 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 motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I am a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
[Outro:]
The hottest... under the sun
Ain't nobody xxxxxxx with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin
Hey it's Cash Money Records man
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W
Weezy Baby
This is the Carter man
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!
Raj ya bangin 'em in the.. Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the..
Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the head wit this one cut!
Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch
Weezy say guard ya neck bitch
Weezy Baby this is the Carter
I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter
From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one
You do the math it's a horror
While I be on the ave gettin off one nineteen for a soft one
Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot
If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretchin ya out
If you catch me without the burna burn me
I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass
I'm dyin of doom I say I'm sick with cash
These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass
You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass
Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass
Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass
Smash on ya bitch ass
Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye!
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who gon fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon fuck wit me do you wanna fuck wit me Naw!
Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house
I'll sell a brick to a house nigga
I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose
Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce
Lights off young Teddy Pender is out
Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown
I wasnt born with no silver spoon
But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon
Tomb sittin in ya room sing for me
But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom
But if ya dont hear me doe fool the semi go boom
I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room
I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space
She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace
I was once lost but now I'm found
Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da head Whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da face Whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da neck Whoa!
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!
I know how to cook so I buy it soft
I also sell it soft depending the cost
You know thats shells they toss defending they boss
They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss
You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far
Ya'll niggaz better gear up for the comin of the boy
From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy
I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys
Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump
Baby what have I done I created a monster
Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster
Hell naw I smell ya'll
Didnt know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on
And the block still a hell zone
Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! Aye!
Bang 'em in da head whoa!
Bang 'em in da face whoa!
Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go
Bang 'em in da head whoa!
Bang 'em in da face whoa!
Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
Shawty badder than a three year old
Keep playin' and I'ma eat her like a pita roll
I'm just sayin' with my love I could feed her soul
Two day getaway and we don't need our clothes
We at the pool and she lookin' like a center fold
Two tattoos but she say she gettin' plenty mo'
She got Indian in her family, seminal
Me and shawty go together like chemicals
And she get mad when I call other woman hoes
You send a rose, I pick some flowers and send her those
Tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode
Two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe
I whisper in her ear, then lick around her lobe
And when she check her watch, it's never time to go
And with her brain she should make the honor roll
And when I came, she caught me like the common cold
God damn, you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you and only you
I say damn I must be left 'cause you the best I ever seen right
Shawty put me on, you got me gone like some green lights
See you with your girls, they probably tellin' that he ain't right
Bet they be the same bitches at the weddin' throwin' rice
Let's get together over night
Shawty I'm a pro and you are lookin' like the prototype
But see that I took your advice
Sometimes you got to blow it twice
Then shake it up and roll the dice
I'm crusin' on the road of life but I need a passenger
Appetite for lovin', Ma I'm hungry like a scavenger
I, I be on that lavender, I, I be in the bath with her
Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner
God damn, you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you and only you
Now she don't know about me but I'mma put her on it
And she ain't sure 'bout me but can't go without me
We probably ain't supposed to be together
But I wonder if our love affair could last forever
And shawty I'm with ya
Smoke a lot of weed but I could never forget ya
Then I told her to her face
If everyone was like you, the world would be a better place
God damn, you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you and only you
God damn, you the shit
I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
(Lil Wayne)
I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
I said gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
Yea gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
(Jae Millz)
Baby we are so live you aint gotta check for a pulse
Its young money
But you can call us multiple choice
See you can choose me
Choose mack or gudda gudd, streets, drizzy, drake, tyga tyga
Or all the above
But no fallin in love
We just fuck until we fall out and we fall asleep
You wanna uptown hustla you can call on me
Im jae millz for my money I make moves
Like a R8 on the open street
I know youre nasty I can see it in your eyes
I can tell how you move its written all in your vibe
So fuck ya man cuz what he livin is a lie
He commercial its only 10 seats on them planes that we fly
Plus im fly
And no exaggeration but im so high fuck a plane
Ill get you to your destination
Holla at ya mizzan its young money
Life is good fuck the forecast cuz everyday is sunny
(Lil Wayne)
"well not actually cause I make it rain"
Whatever you like
Yea you can pick the weather you like
jae millz, gudda gudda, taz po, t-streets, mack main, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
Umm..
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who I go with I say whoever wanna go
And we can go wherever you like
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who im fuckin I say whoever wanna know
And I can fuck whoever I like
(Gudda Gudda)
Got my 2 fingers out the roof see me reppin out
The levi's is skinny so im walkin wit the weapon out
2 bitches on my arm get my don won on
Watch the ho's go crazy when the boys song on
Multicolored stones on, we gettin money, yeah
I get my styrofoam on, my cup muddy
Yeah I walk down on ya bitch, then I run away wit her
Let her do what she like, then I have my way wit her
I aint tryna play wit her, I aint tryna stay wit her
Im just tryna dick her down nigga you can lay wit her
So give me myspace light dot com
Im funk master flex with the flow I drop bombs
Young gudda money bags, thats what they callin me
Shittin on you boys like im sittin on the toilet seat
Why M.O.B. we on that soprano shit
Everyday we blowing cash we be on that hammer shit
(Lil Wayne)
Like you cant touch this
Like you cant touch us with a pipe
But we can touch whoever we like
You could even do little.chucky, little twist, KY, bobby V, little scrap
Didnt say me, cuz I got a wife
So sorry not tonight
Ohh, but you can do
Gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
Yeah Im steppin out with my niggas tonight
and you could do whoever you like
Look, look, look
A young nigga screaming fuck the world and let 'em die
Behind tints, tryna' duck the world and smoking rie
Got my bandanna 'round my head and pants to my feet
And got my eyes fire red and glock on my seat
I'm tryna' stay under intoxication
'Cause I lost my father, and got a daughter, plus I'm on probation
I'm drinking liquor like it's water, getting pissy drunk
And staying away from them lil' broads that trying to give me some
I keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my wasteline
Ducking the law, 'cause I ain't tryna' do no FED time
Sometimes I just wish I could be away
But I gotta take care of Reginae and keep macita straight
So I just maintain the struggle and I keep trying
But how can I when my closest people keep dyin'
I ain't lying that the law tryna' bust my clique
But I scream fuck the world man, I'm too young for this
Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man, fuck the world
I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real
And I'm still doing for my mother and I'm payin' bills
Give me a cigarette, my nerves bad
The FEDs said they heard that I know where them birds at
And my old lady say she saw me with anotha Brizzah
And some a the boys shot up my block so now I gotta kill 'em
And teachers keep tellin' my momma that I'm gettin' worse
And now she tripping talking 'bout I need to be in church
And my lil' girl whole family tryna' lie in court
Tryna' put me, a child, on child support
And my own family deny me of what I do 'cause I'm a 'thug and stuff'
Plus, my niggas keep falling to them drugs and stuff
That dope got these niggas melting away
Man they got clowns right around me, killing they self everyday
We keep fighting but they so strong
I know it's hard but don't give up baby hold on
Just keep ya fate, count blessings, and wodie keep ya trust
And grab ya nuts and let 'em know that we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
I mean the world just ain't gon' never change
So I just keep my head up and my nuts, let 'em hang
Dawg I swear it's very rough out here for the youngstas
Like everybody against me 'cause I'm a young thug
Dear Rabbit, why they have to kill Rabbit?
But I'ma keep you alive, nigga, I'm Lil' Rabbit
That's why this lil' nigga be bugging like it's no tomorrow
I only can depend on macita and C-M-R
I try my best to make it through the night and live today
But I'm upset so I'm steady wipin' tears away
And police got me under surveillance when and wherever
Wrecking they brains, tryna' figure where I'm getting that cheddar
I tell my family just leave me a-damn-lone
I can handle all a my business, this lil' man grown
But I try to forget about it and just stand strong
But if everything was cool I wouldn't write this damn song
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, life on the rocks
Too hard to swallow
So we get high till it feel like the sky low
Ya’ll boys just a bunch of p-ssy cats milo
Money is the song, pockets on high note
Do ra me faso
I rock like a fossil, big ball sh-t, Paul Castellano
Shoot ya ass up, now crawl out the condo
Thats that nine n-gga, lil rando
Sleeping with the enemy so I f-ck the World
To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl
The sweetest southern girl
(sweetest southern girl)
[Nicki Minaj]
This is times up
Put your signs up
Made em pick my dude
I line up
Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
You see money you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, mind over matter
Money over all
The World is on my shoulders,
Shall I dust my shoulders off?
Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls
F-ck the bullsh-t, but just don’t f-ck it raw man
P-ssy has a pattern and I know where I’m going
And if you got beef I turn into a tenderloin
Sanity kills so I live the crazy life
I wonder if you’ll pay attention if I change the price
Life is my wife, till death do us part
Man I’m fly as f-ck you aint even next to depart
Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art
[Chorus]
This is times up
Put your signs up
Made em pick my dude
I line up
Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
You see money you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
[Lil Wayne]
Stepping on the bullsh-t
You can be my doormat
Y’all aint going nowhere with that hatin’ sh-t, four flat
Disrespectful on the beat, Borat
F-ck the system and the p-ssy wasn’t all that
Yeah, now time’s gettin’ shorter
Life on ya head like f-cking read carter now
Dont you cross me, you do better crossing the border
So much money piled up I’m a muthaf-cking hoarder
[Chorus]
This is times up
Put your signs up
Made em pick my dude
I line up
Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
You see money you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
But she always say
But she luv my style
[verse 1:]
N if i stay out late
Im commin home rich
Thinkin bout that pussy
On the grind got me home sick
Them dolla signs on my mind got me on this
If i dont hustle then wat happens in the mornin?
Do the sun even rise?
Do the birds sing?
When i can stand ova the stove n make the birds sing
U think about that
I'll be right back
Ring
There she go baby come right back
Click
Ring
Then she call right back
Click
Ring
I toss the phone in the back
Quick
Think
Shyt u all i got
But if u leave me where u met me
Dat be on that clock
Gettin it
N when a nigga hittin it
U luvin
No cryin no fussin
Just as simple im commin
So when ya baby boy out there runnin
Dont cry
Dont fuss
Its simple im commin
[chorus:]
I kno what he does [x2]
So in luv [x2]
My baby
Dats my baby
Have his baby some day
N yes its been hard
So hard
Oooooo
N dats my baby
I luv him
I luv him yawl
[verse 2:]
I roll up on ha
N dat earth toner
She can smell the work on me
When i work on her
I see through that smerk on her
It hurts sort of
N i been n to deep since my first order
I just tell her dont expect the worst
She say she dont want to be stuck standing next to a nerf
I say i dont want to be stuck standing next to a curve
She said she dont wanna
I say shut up you pressing my nerve
She said who you tellin shut up
Then she get up
Start packing her shit up
Start calling her sister
Her sister dosent pick up
The tensions start to pick up
She cryin, she got hick ups
Im tellin her to cheer up
Im layin down she say sit up
I sit up, she push me down i sit up
She push me down i get up
Then i act like im a hit her
But im a better nigga
She cant find a better nigga, naw
[chorus:]
I kno what he does [x2]
So in luv [x2]
My baby
Dats my baby
Have his baby some day
N yes its been hard
So hard
Oooooo
N dats my baby
I luv him
I luv him yawl
[verse 3:]
I think about you when im riding dirty
I say i love you when i left i hope you heard
In case i neva make it back i hope you heard me
In if you ever have twinz name them bright and early
Cause im out for the money i hope you down with it
No this aiint game but im found in it
And why be in it if im not gon win it
So ill be playin till the last minute, u dont get it
See that ground hurt when you hit it
I would'nt lie baby
But f*** with me and you forever fly baby
So far from the buttom i swear
You can smell the work in the air,im there
You can never take that from me
And what i been through you cant take back from me
If i offend you then mama get back from me
But if you love then i know you coming back for me,you love my style
Let you know something about me
I'm a Southern boy! Know what I'm talking about?
[Hook - Kid Ink]
I remember all the days stuck in December
Caught in the rain, all the pain, having no money come my way
But now I'm making money even when I sleep
Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
We hustle, hustle
[Verse 1]
I go by Weezy, baby
So call me "Lil Weasel"
My city is New Orleans
Baby, my street is Eagle
And that's my nigga's?
He like to break a piece
He got the gun, I got the rope, my nigga pick a tree
Ain't talking money, I let the nickel speak
Niggas think I'm cheap, you ain't gon? to me
The only thing to be: a picture on your shirt
No homo: I put your dick in the dirt
Flip em like a shovel with that wrist work
I stop ya, heard? I keep em coming like clockwork
J cool with the jump, it's an outburst
And we gon be from South Philly til the South dirt
Bad bitch let me get all the outskirts
It's lil Weezy, yeah?
This ain't a concert, this ain't a?
This an outburst, so hear the shot burst:
[Hook - Kid Ink]
Every hustle, we hustle, hustle – hey!
[Verse 2]
Straight from the bottom, now I'm high as a mountain
From the city where you need way more protection than a condom
Had a dream but I'm conscious, see the veins in my sockets
In the sky, wishing I could turn this plane into a rocket
And just leave here, more money but the problems still live here
I feel the pressure from my lil peers
Cause I'm about to blow, Swisher Sweet breathe in
One hit, lose your breath, all I do is (breathe) win
Big fish swimming in the deep end
No present, fuck I'm into pretense
I remember rainfall in the street
Now I'm in the club: watch me make this bitch precipitate
I promised to myself I would be the best
You could say I'm crazy or a mess
Just hand me a wrench
And it's nothing you can tell a ho
Featuring: No Ceilings
I'm calling you daddy, daddy
can you be my daddy, daddy
I need a daddy, daddy
would you be my daddy, daddy(No ceilings)
Come and make it Wayne down on me X2
Uhh wide receiver weezy
throw the pussy at me
the pussy lips smiling
I make the pussy happy
take them panties off
the pussy looking at me
I'm the pussy monster, now get the pussy ready
I like to kiss, she like to kiss
I deep stroke and make her bite her fist
the lights is on
the night is grown
we get it poppin cuz we know we can when wife at home
California kush strong as a titan is what I'm lightin on
we get high as fuck then we just do it put ya nikes on
tattoos on her waist she like the tattoos on my face and if that soon she like to say I'll let her say it on my microphone
she love my style
but that's expected
she coming back to you? the chance is anorexic
I knew she had it in her
so I got it out her
she give me neck around the clock I call it round the carter
she rub my back
she say im tight
she cook, fukin clean, and still make her flight
first class pussy
crystal glass pussy
I..I get it wetter than bass pussy
(You dun' been)
Uhh I likes it thick and red
Ralph Laurens breed
lady in the streets
pornstar in bed
she like to fuck fight so we sparr in bed
she got that pink pussy
I beat it orange red
i fuck American pie and i get foreign head
she sit down and ride like ima throw er' bread
she kiss my mine and i kiss hers back
if shes a bad bitch
she deserve that
She send me pictures to my iPhone
then i gotta clear 'em
'cus my girl be checkin my phone
I'm calling you daddy, daddy
Can you be my daddy, daddy(young Money)
I need a daddy, daddy
Would you be my daddy, daddy(No ceilings)
Come and make it wayne down on me(x2)
(young Mula baby)
[Lil Wayne]
No ceilings muthafucker good morning,
dick in your mouth while you yawning,
Im goin in, Gudda why they started me,
Marley why they started me,
IÂ’ll bring you to the front door like you ordered me,
back in this bitch but a lot more rich,
on my poppa bear shit, need hot porridge,
gotta a lot more shit than you could ever fathom,
a big head nigga couldnÂ’t even imagine,
the shit I do, most doerÂ’s never done,
IÂ’ma fuck this beat, your bitch who you better come,
better run this sh-t, i dont run from shit,
I still beat your ass like a fucking drumstick,
Weezy fucking baby baby make the ladies come quick,
the money canÂ’t fit in my pockets but I bet that gun fit,
and IÂ’m so unfit cos all I eat is rappers,
and these rappers aint shit I like my fast food faster,
syrup got me slow like a turtle round this hoe,
and Im flyer than the highest flying bird around this hoe,
whats the word around this hoe, you get served around this hoe,
yeah you get served like a fucking HÂ’ordeurve around this hoe,
I donÂ’t slurge around no hoe, no I donÂ’t shine in front no bitch,
cos after she get off my dick I be like find the front door bitch,
i dont know why the fuck your bitch keep coming by and I fuck your bitch 100 times what the fuck your bitch got on her mind, my fucking dick,
I call her dick head, spicy like a big red, strike you like a bic head
your flow sick, my shit did, sillier than vic said, soulja boy and arab,
you should see my eleven year old daughter do they dance,
I call it the nay nay dance proud to be nay nayÂ’s dad,
gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland,
we are not the same, I am a martian, this is space jam,
no ceilings R-I-P a man, muthfucking cave man
beating on my chest Young Money Cash Money,
and Im eating all the rest nigga no offense,
sorry if your offended,
riding high like Im on 54 inches,
man Id rather chill with 54 bitches,
chi-chill like chi-chill like an eskimo
lets get mo, lets get mo bitches
and I be like lets get mo bitches,
Mr officer stop arresting your bitches,
stop let the messy hoes mess with yo business,
mickey mouse cheese, hip hop Walt Disney,
shesh gosh Oshkosh BÂ’gosh, smokin' on that Bob Marley,
listening to Pete Tosh,
I do me, no I do three,
at A T I M E, why when we say we young mula,
the bitches leave yaÂ’ll and relay run to us,
and payday comes sooner than later round here,
you see my sharks like I got some bait around here,
hey you better stop the hate around there,
before tommy mack and nina debate around there,
yeah you see it in my face I donÂ’t care,
whole court hearing trial and the case around there,
Im the best thing yet I know I got that thing wet,
evvrybody want be fly but donÂ’t know where there wings at,
ah huÂ….
Had to pause for a minute and im right back in it like the draws of the woman,
on a scale of 1 – 10 and my girl be a 20,
my girls so bad make a nigga think he sinning,
my goons so pretty my goons are so with me,
haters got to go on iTunes to go get me
gaters by the doors, baboons and those grizzlyÂ’s
all come at me when Im on the microphone in the,
mic check 2 – 3, Im different like blue pee
and my girls be half naked like Betty Boop Be
like a hoopty, man the boy been riding
and I aint gasÂ’d up because Im more like a hybrid,
you think Im stunting no Im just surviving,
and IÂ’ve been here but my soul is just arriving,
look up in the air, its a crow its a robin,
no ceilings full dose
Im prescribing, medication free
and for meditation we
smoke some better tasting weed
that youÂ’ll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R-P as tac hotter than
riding through a dessert on a camel back,
I done bin riding through wherever with the hammer strapped,
I aint lying, I can do whatever if Im planning that,
so I got my guns lets dance like fanny pack,
and we cooked the hard, cut the soft and bring the Â… back,
mafio bitch where you muthf-cking family at,
call my nigga gudda if you trying to get your mami back,
all up in another n-gga woman I be ramming that,
seeing through these see through niggas like their laminate,
hip hop so contaminate, I swear just examine that,
if im such a philanthropist the god to these evangelists,
I dress all Los Angeles but i love miami though,
I am so New Orleans yes I grew pistachios,
dat mean I go nuts at any beat they throw at me,
and the bitches is so at me,
[Lil Wayne]
Rock star lifestyle might not make it,
President got em' in the White House naked,
Looked at the clock and it say right now,
Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial,
Panatella Dutchy wine in my tall glass,
Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass,
Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back,
Bugatti matte black. Where they do that at?
South Beach Miami hoe, I'm probably with Tammy Tol,
My life is a video and the women want they cameo,
I just want the panty hoes and I'm higher than Geronimo,
And I got them tools, tell 'em boys it could get mechanical,
Now pop that pussy like a .44,
I turn ya round and bend ya over like a low blow,
It's Young Money baby, we the fucking greatest,
We don put them other niggas on a hiatus,
Beat ya bitch with a pump if she denied data,
'Cause I'll serve anyone like a blind waiter,
I make my girl come first then I arrive later,
I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha,
Get gettin' money like hell yeah,
This shit so good it don't even smell bad,
And you can tell dad, that I'm a muthafucker,
You niggas betta not slip, Ice Road Truckers,
Light pole barrel, chopper stupid long,
New Orleans nigga, I get super Dome,
Loyal to the game, the game been good to me,
Still spittin' fire, you niggas wood to me,
We on nigga, let let them hoes know,
Young Money lay 'em down like old folks,
You comin' with it, we comin' for it,
Plenty to go around, now watch the money orbit,
Real shit people, now just absorb it,
I try to pay attention but ya'll mad borin',
And got so much swag I need a ad for it,
And I don't like to brag so my bitches brag for me,
Oh she a good girl, I gotta transform her,
She give me hot head, I call it global warming,
If we gon do it dog, lets do it now,
I am more animal then the zoo allowed,
Put me in the wild, I'll be there for a while,
You niggas little league, call 'em Curacao
Energizer money, it keep goin',
I'm laid up, I'm free throwin',
Who rebounding, who gives a shit,
Fuck dat, I got 27 years of this,
Hit or miss, I hit your misses,
You are local news, I'm 60 Minutes,
I, I hit the target, I hit the witness,
I work out in my office, guess I'm fit for business,
Too many visions, completed missions,
Still ice'n out crosses, keep it Christian,
We consistent, the streets commend it,
Weezy F. Baby, the F is for forensics,
From start to finish, Usain Wayne,
OK ya doin' your thing,
Well thangs change, you plain Jane,
I'm diverse, I save the World second,
And I get high first,
I'm a mind freak, check my time sheet,
Bitch I bring the noise, where the lions sleep,
Yo flow never wet, like grandma pussy,
I'm always good, like grandma cookies,
Yeah call me the screen or the swine fixer,
It's goin' down like the Catalina wine mixer,
She goin' down like the hands on my time ticker,
I'm always strapped, Vietnam nigga,
We are fine nigga, like Amber Rose,
And we ball nigga, like Jalen Rose,
You better tell them hoes,
I got a million flows,
Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes,
Young Money baby,
And the bulding grows as we look up,
Ay shawty, you know what I'm sayin'
Some niggaz palms be sweatin'
Some niggaz palms be itchy
It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it
You know what I'm sayin', nigga
We built this shit from the ground up
Nigga, The Carter, nigga
You what I'm sayin'
We been around the world gettin' money nigga
We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood
Every project, nigga
We worldwide hustlas, nigga (Belie' that bitch)
You what I'm sayin'
Lets get them niggaz, lets ride shawty
Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders
Five young niggaz uptown servants
Word, they bird curvin' for servin'
Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they jaws curvin'
Bitch, and we was raised in these war times
Jail also made men in these hard times
And don't cry I'ma get mines so pray for me
I'm on the block on the grind, mama pray for me
So nigga respect my G, respect my grind
Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind
Nigga respect this heat
When these niggaz out of line, nigga we dress up and creep
Whoa, shawty I'ma blow they whole block
Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind is on plot
Third ward survivor, uptown madness
Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habbit, bitch
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon
The murder man, picture me lurkin'
Right up behind ya curtains nine's squirtin'
And you could hear it when it's hurtin'
But if I hear him hurtin' I'll walk over and merk him for certain
I took over the circus
'Cause I'ma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface
I walk around, fo' pound and surface
To spin ya ass around in circles, you urkle
Blood run up out ya earth now you purple
Your homeboy get it first, but you worst so
Now you headed to the skies above
And I'm go and get high with ya bitch in the club
Yeah, life's a bitch and death's a husband
And you gonna have to meet up if you keep on fuckin' up
And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up
But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon
Shoot him in his head so he remember
Because of that mama I'll be gone 'till Novemeber
I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners
Them niggaz on the block say them boys gon' get 'em
But them niggaz on the block don't know the toys who with 'em
Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me
I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy
Ya open up ya face I'ma open up the semi
I open up ya kidneys now ya floatin' up the Missi-
Ssippi, river nigga play with deep water now ya swimmin'
Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin'
Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it
And even though I be the man with the milli's
When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's
Beef cranberry on the ceilin'
This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin' c'mon
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon
Wish a nigga would say something, gotta
Standin right chea guns up boy
Weezy F, Birdman
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Man fuck these niggas
Imma spare everythin but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun-butt these niggas
Take the knife off the AK and cut these niggas
And fuck these bitches
I swear I care bout everythin but these bitches
I don’t care, I "so what" these bitches
And I put young mulla baby way above these bitches
If it ain’t broke, don’t break it
And if he ain’t shook, I’m gon shake him
Hope I don’t look weak
Cuz when a wolf cry wolf, you still see that wolf teeth
Motherfuckaaaaa
Futuristic hand gun
If you act foul, you get two shots and one
I’m at your face like lancome
You niggas softer than Rosanne’s son
You cannot reach me on my Samsung
I busy fuckin the world and givin the universe my damn tongue
Crazy motherfucker, I am one
But the crazy thing is, I began one
All white bricks, I’m straight like it’s jumpin back to thirty-six nigga
Big house, long hallways, got ten bathrooms I could shit all day
nigga
[Chorus – Lil Wayne]
And we don’t want no problems
Ok you’re a goon, whats a goon to a goblin
Yaaaaa…….
And Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street
Oooooooo………
Now pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh Huh…
And we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabi, big ballin is my hobby
[Verse 2 – Gucci Mane]
What the fuck is up, it’s Gucci Mane the G
It’s titty boy, no Diddy boy, be strapped city to city boy
So icy, so no Nike, but jus Gucci, Louis, Prada, excuse me
Gucci Mane keep shitin on me, why that boy keep buyin jewlery
East Atlanta cockin hammers
Bandanas on car antennas
No we do not talk to strangers
Jus cut off these niggas fingers
Gucci’s armed and dangerous, cocaine, codine and angel dust
This AK 47 i hitcha m1 from the ankle up
Gun same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringles can
Four, five desert eagle on me, you’ll think imma Eagles fan
Toni Braxton sniper rifle, make him neva breathe again
Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again
Gucci
[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
The money is the motive
Fuck wit the money, it get ugly as coyote
Ok I’m reloaded
ima pull it if you told it
I buy a pound, break it down and put it in a stogie
Swagger so bright, I don’t even need light
I’m wit a model bro, she don’t even eat rice
But would you believe that she eat dykes
And she asked me for a picture so I gave her three strikes
I’m the man around this motherfucker
I’m so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherfucker
This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker
Ya I said game, but I ain’t playin around this motherfucker
I’m the best to ever do it bitch
And you’re the best at never doin shit
If you the shit then I am sewer rich
Try me and I’ll have your people readin eulogies
Hahaha
I swear you can’t fuck with me
But I can fuck your girl and make her nut for me
Then slut for me, then kill for me, then steal for me
And of course it’ll be your cash
And I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to your ass
[Chorus – Lil Wayne]
And we don’t want no problems
Ok you’re a goon, whats a goon to a goblin
Yaaaaa…….
And Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street
Oooooooo………
Now pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh Huh…
And we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabi, big ballin is my hobby
[Verse 4 – Lil Wayne]
Man suck my clip
Swallow my bullets, and don’t you spit
Uhhhh
I am the hip-hop socialist
Life is a gamble and I’m all about my poker chips
Do you want a dose of this
I will make the most of this
F is for fer-o-cious
Murder your associates
The top is so appropriate
This is just where I belong
Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on
Weezy
[Chorus x2 – Lil Wayne]
And we don’t want no problems
Ok you’re a goon, whats a goon to a goblin
Yaaaaa…….
And Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street
Oooooooo………
Now pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh Huh…
And we be steady mobbin
Yezzer 3! Ha! I Love This Shit! So Let Me Talk My Shit! Uggh! HaHa! (*cough, cough*)OK I?m good. Ya!
Freestyle
I Know U See Da Gwop Cause Gettin Money Is Wut We On
Ridin Drop Top In Da Winter Wit Da Heat On
Bad Yellow Bitch Keep My Passenger Seat Warm
Leg Hangin Out Da Window, U Aint Got These On
Bitch Holla, It Is Lil Weezy
They Can Not See Me, They Are Like Stevie
I Am Barring-a-ton like Levee
I Circle Ya House Like Bee-Bee
Colder Dan Da He-Be-Gee-Bees
Neva Give Free Bees, 75 Thousand For Deez Fees
Shit I Can Get A 100 Thousand Up In Deez Jeans
Big Stacks My Pockets On Creatine
Young Money, Dipset Nigga We A Team
If U Dont Like It Nigga Fuck U No Vaseline
Errrrr, Peel Off In Da Lambergine
Like A Tangerine
Got Da Industry Shakin Like A Tamborine
Like A Bitch Wit Some Lips Like Angeli-na Jolie
Holy God Flow I Go Where No Other Guy Go
Fuck You Hoe Im So 5-0-4
I Hope Every Snitch Die Slow
Hip-Hop Dats My Hoe I Know, She Know I Like It Wet
Dont Want No Dry Hoe
Alright Bitch, I Am thee Boy No Decoy And I Will Straight Up Destroy
Any Boy or Man And I Prefer Money than Bitches are just Need for
We Are Young Money Bitches And I Am tha Lea-der
We Are Currency, Mack Maine, And D Raw and I Just Signed
A Chick Named Nikki Minaj
And Me Im Still Spitten Like A Retard
And Deez Niggas Soft Dey Should Be Rappin In Leotards
Nigga We In Charge, Baby Put Me In Charge
And Im Just Murderin Niggas Free Of Charge
Ya Digg Just Holla Back I See Ya Sarge
And Im So Motherfuckin High I Can Eat A Star
Yeah Let Me Upgrade U
U May Not Be A Model, But I Can Front Page Ya
U Know Im Nasty Excuse My Behavior
Let Me Just Taste Ya
We Can Fuck Lata
Sittin In Da Coupe, Lookin Like A Racer
Top Peeled Back Like Da Skin Of A Potato
Seat Way Back Listen To Anita Baker
Ridin By Myself Smokin Weed By Da Acre
Hollygrove Gator Aint Nobody Greater
Leave U Wit Some Bullet Holes Da Size Of Craters
U Aint Heard Da Latest
Weezy F. Da Greatest
Battle Anybody, Nigga Fuck away ya Favorite
Its A New Game And Im Da Coach Like Avery
Leave It To Da Flow, We Gettin Dough Like A Bakery
I Dont Really Want To But Deez Niggas Makin Me
Put A Muthafucker On Ice Like Da Maple Leaves
Dats A Hockey Team And I Aint On No Hockey Team
But Im A Champion, Wheres Da Fucking Rocky Theme?
Damn, Rest In Peace Apollo Creed
Imma Monster Everyday Is Halloween
Alot Of Syrup, Alot Of Pills, And A Lot Of Weed
And I Keep My Pockets Green Like A Pot Of Peas
And If U Hatin Baby U Can Get A Side Of Deez
Deez Nuts in ya Mouth Can U Swallow Please
Haha, Yeah Im So Hot I Freeze
Big Balls And Dey Jangle Like Alot Of Keys
Even Deaf Bitches Say Hi To Me
She Tell her Blind Bitch and She Say I Gotta See
Young Carter Darlin
Understand, I Am Micheal Jordan Ballin
Yes, Imma Dog Imma Hoya Ya Homie
Imma Boss, Ya Man Is Juss An Employer Mami
Let Me Upgrade U, Let Me Up-Grade U, Upgrade U
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
