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Yea yea yea its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
Its the Carter motherfucker I came back around Its the Carter motherfucker Let me show you my building man, its the Carter I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, know what I'm talking bout This is me fourth solo album baby, I came back around By myself this time, back off the wall Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome This is the Carter y'all welcome, hard as Malcolm Dog is a vulcan Lord help him but y'all felt him That make you a part of me and pardony If a part of me is what you want to be what you ought to be Don't worry Carter me I just acting accordingly I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in me Handling streets in the mandarin V I hear you haters slandering me I just hand him the P Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker and just handle the piece Not two fingers I simultaneously bout two bangers You do not want anger USDA prime beef, ya dead meat I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up I'm already hot when another one starting to heat up Got Mannie hot wit me cause I always beat his beat up Y'all cats wit y'all feet up startin to look like feet up, I'm G'd up On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speaking bout no speakers What's leaking up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby No more no less Baby, so forth and so on Front door living room young nigga switching we What you need, get you crack get you weed Make yo way to the back look ahead and see White bitch in the bathroom giving head for speed But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doing it Daddy tried to ruin it But I built this building from the ruts I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker And the feds know just what's up in this motherfucker Made niggas so they can't bust in this motherfucker So with that lets keep it moving, on to the kitchen where my witches keep it brewing Uh huh look at how my bitches do it Bucky buck naked look at all my bitches booties They handle all my pharmaceutics I got it from promethazine to Metamucil I'm crucial don't mean to spook you But this is New Orleans so my queens do voodoo, ya know So the things just move through I feel ya pain I got things to soothe you That fills the cane so Wayne the neutral Don't hate the game hate the institution That fills the cane so Wayne the neutral Dot hate the game hate the institution, fucker I came back around, it's the Carter Show you the rest of the house later, we goin' go upstairs, ya know Ya know what this is right Tha Carter, tha Carter, tha Carter |
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| 2. |
| 5:53 |
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[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea Grown ups in between, children and babies Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, yea Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard [Lil Wayne talking] 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 yall out there to do for me is say this [Hook] Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my cuz that's my [Lil Wayne] Murder one on one, the hottest nigga 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 Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names Ay its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his frame Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain Cuz the flow is spasmatic what they call insane That aint even a muthafuckin aim I get dough boy And you already know that pimpin 18 how I'm livin young'n show that Bentley Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit me [Hook] [Repeat X2] [Lil Wayne] And I move like the Coupe thru traffic Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent Ya bitch 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 sho Ay Big Mike they betta step thangs its already up Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns You niggas never harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking And I aint 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 bitch Paraphony tips, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go [Lil Wayne talking] Hold on let me hit the blunt 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 [Hook X1] [Lil Wayne] Birdman put them niggas 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 ass You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass While the homie here tryna get paid in advance I'm stayin on my grizzy I'ma bonafide hustler Play me or play wit me then I'm goin find your mother Niggas wanna eat cuz they aint ate nothin But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone, leavin out Leavin behind just residue and bones In your residents with Rugers to your dome Like where the fuck you holdin the coke, holdin your throat, choke This, this, this, this, this, this, this, This is the Carter [Hook X1] |
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| 3. |
| 4:22 |
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Yea, yea, yea, yea
This is the Carter motherfucker, yea And in my building I must keep it real And man I miss the times, we would shine, you would keep on your side You would teach me how to ride and you would teach me how to pry Then we get on the line and go over our lines We were in the same position and that's when you change position, shit I never change and I miss ya, and its strange but I never forget ya Throw that at you and them bitches homie And I know that ain't you wit that dissing on me That's why I never replied and never will just let em live phony If ya ever died I swear to God I got yo kids homie What's mine is their I gotta give homie, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie Yea Cash Money still the shit homie, shit homie What's really real is you feeling me nigga That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word the giggity nigga And I ain't got time to speak the history I miss you and I know you missing Gizzle but [Chorus: x2] Man I miss my dogs(yea) Many nights club popping(yea) Many nights we were blowing trees(yea) Many nights we were hustling(yea) Man I miss my dogs(yea) Me and you through thick and thin(yea) Me and you through the very end(yea) For only you I was in the game(yea) And I remember when you came to the click I had already made my name in the click, but you got famous and shit I got my soldier rag and dangled my shit I was down to just to hang wit you shit And I banged to the boogie bang bang wit yo click And I ain't even from the 3(3rd Ward), my hood was angry at me, shit But I rose to my feet, played the post wit the heat At them shows while you performed and posed I was waiting for a nigga to jump, see I was patient but was ready to duck Cause you my brother chump Real Gs never buckle up But every family ain't filled wit gangstas that's real And that's real and I would never turn my back or turn ya down Even if you turned around motherfucker But history is history I miss you and I know you missing me Juve but [Chorus: x2] You was my nigga, my nerd, my joy, my herb My main motherfucking man Turk My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept We lived, we died, I stayed, you left Remember how we played to the left And we stayed out of trouble 'cause we stayed to our self Member B and Slim leaving, hand the ki's over Tell me not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia While I watched you reunite wit yo soljas And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the stunna Yea those were the times my brother Now I recognize real and I honor my brother Yea nigga sub mage my brother, the Sqad's my brother The nigga you left behind is my brothers [Chorus: x2] |
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| 4. |
| 4:51 |
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I keep pimping
I keep pimping I keep I, I keep pimping I, I, I keep pimping I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front One cooking the crack, one rolling the blunt You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad If you looking fa that holla at cha boy I'm a m, m, mack mack a p, p, pimp I sp, sp, sp, spit out shrimp I pull up clean I get out limp I walk like pl, pl, player I talk like bi, bitch get chere Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer And they love the way I come out wit the gear This jacket these shoes don't come out this year So if you love ya girl don't let her come out this year If you leave her out there then she coming out here And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah! [Chorus: x2] Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire) Who you think you fucking with I'm serious I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I give it to my hoe she gon' bring back mo' Not a minute go she ain't getting that loot And if you ain't got no money she ain't getting at you I like em sexy high yellow if you fitting that shoot Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne Fly wit' Birdman Jr. wave high to planes Say bye to lames don't buy they game If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch oh! Wipe me down cause I'm filthy rich If getting moneys a crime then I'm guilty bitch And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah! [Chorus: x2] I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck Lay at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus Got ladies fa days, got women fa months Leave ya girl at home I made 21 Got that thing on chrome blade 21 Got them things inside make me empty one Pull it ova to the side by a pretty one, like what's good mami come make a cloud yo' pillow, come fly wit' me My diamond sing, my weed is rap Call me Weezy da king or call me Weezy da crack If pimpin' is dead then I'm bringing it back Matter fact it never died so I take that back If ya shoes too small shawty take that back Cause you gon' walk all day till you make that back And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah! [Chorus: x2] Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire) Who you think you fucking with I'm serious Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire) Who you think you fucking with I'm serious (Who you think you fucking with) (What's really good moma) (Its ya boy W.e.e.z.y.F. Baby) (So high in the sky) (I'm so fly watch out fa the power lines ya know!) Get with me, one Pimp Daddy! [Repeat: x4] I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire |
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| 5. |
| 4:45 |
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"Bring It Back"
(feat. Mannie Fresh) [Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen, People with jobs, People without jobs, Middle class, Upper class, High class, all dat, Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, Elderly people and twerkers Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do da hump, [Lil Wayne] Well, I'm fly as son of a gun a son Of a Stunna, (yep) High as a 757 goin to heaven, (no) Weezy F da reverend preach about me I'm da god 1-7 apple and E I'm da Cash Money Makaveli Yall aint ready, break fast like Tom Petty, Ya'll just petty 82' I was born ready, I'm too ready, Ya'll Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy Meatball Lamborghini, Top spaghetti, Seats Ragu, Uh 20 inch shoes, Ohh me and you got plenty to do, I don't need no pool I'm swimmin in you, And I sleep with da sharks, Shorty on da water water, And I be ma 840 mama, Shake sumfin fo' me, And it dont make sense if it don't make dat money, Ima take dat money,... [Mannie Fresh] Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do da hump, [Lil Wayne] I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da [Lil Wayne] I take off my brim, Moment of silence of my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeh) Frontin roun' here will get ya back dropped off, We do our own thing We dont act like yall I say black white walls wit da back wiped off Ah, ya'll lil' bustas just a tax write off I'm a stand up guy, not da type dat Fall We dont breed them kind, but they bleed just fine Yup, Weezy da one only read between da line, If you can't boy, read ma nine, I'm goin hard in da black white diesel time, Either I'm da illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin it I be Eazy, fall back and be coo wit it, Ball barrer is movin it, Dead float I'm through with it I'm da SHH, Na, na, I'm sewerage Weezy F, baby, I do dis here!! [Mannie Fresh] Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do da hump, [Lil Wayne] I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da [Lil Wayne] I'm old school gangsta, I act like 80, I look like Zetha but act like Baby You play with me I'll react like da Navy, Nah, betta yet da ARMY, yall gon' need dem fo' me And ya head is a beepin' target, You don't want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis, Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans, Sleepin with women that sleep with da Hornets Country boy there's sumfin foreign, Bout a hundred thousand More than what your in Your not BOUT IT, y Ou freeze up like popsicles, Pop up on bicycles, Pop yall like spot pimples (yup) Wizzle Fizzle Original HOT BIZZLE, Still Lil' Wanye but da dividends not LIL, Yeah, don't be suprised how da chrome feel, Uhh get down, uhh get down, Man I'm gettin frustrated [Mannie Fresh] Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do da hump, [Lil Wayne] I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da [Lil Wayne talking] Uhh, da best rapper alive, Since da best rapper retired, (uhh yeh yeh yeh) Da best rapper alive, Since da best rapper retired, |
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| 4:07 | 
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| 7. |
| 4:49 |
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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 banging 'em in the, Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the.. Raj I say ya banging '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 getting off one nineteen for a soft one Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretching 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 dying 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! [Chorus: x2] Who want to fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who want to fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who goin' fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em Who goin' fuck wit me do you want to 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 wasn't born with no silver spoon But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon Tomb sitting in ya room sing for me But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom But if ya don't 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! [Chorus: x2] 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 that's 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 coming 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 no I smell y'all didn't 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! [Chorus: x2] Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Rim low all I can see is ya hoe now let's go |
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| 8. |
| 5:47 |
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[Lil Wayne]
Eagle, eagle carter man In a 96 regal contravan On my way to the east to the laundromat Gotta wash that money and get on my ass Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast I got to do something I done blown my last Holla holla at ya boy I be on the ave In that g pricko is what I am known to have Shit tend to be slow I put on a mask And make it Halloween and take all your bags I say hallie hallie hallie why don't you go on and stab And Make these motherfuckers understand Look coach you pitchin' at me under hand But I am a designated hitter I adjust so fast Ya men designing women I am a one woman's man I'm the cash money prince blow the trumpet man They say they want the drugs to stop But I am a major step back when my album drop I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot I got that I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot I am trying to get that dough I demand it now You panic now, you better pan it down For the neighbors be over here tearing it down This is Weezy F. baby I am crowned the prince [Chorus: x2] This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne, This is me on my own, let's get it on [Lil Wayne] And the hand gun is so included Don't get it confused I want no confusion And keep ya hoe I don't want your contagious I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance Its money over bitches that I'm keep on provin' Its weezy f. I got ya momma cruisin' Outta all the hot boyz she say I am the coolest I brought my bag of oranges, its time to juice it This game is a bitch and I'm try to seduce I floss awful lot and haters tryin' to reduce it Put the laser on the 45 iron, stupid One shot to remind who is the fly lil nigga that's behind the trigger I am all chronic combined with liquor You will never see me like momma tigger An eighty's baby a fightin' nigga, I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga I am something you call pepper like a viking snake See me over the viking stove I am lighting bricks Or in the middle of the shoot out, I'm tighting clips Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs (I do this) You catching my drift representing with my section on my belly and shit I am the prince [Chorus: x2] [Lil Wayne] So roll the carpet out, cause you fuckin' with a nigga from the royal south See you are either in or you are out And if you out stay in 'cause them warriors are out Because those vultures, cops, and those lawyers are out So I just open up the gate and let my holliers out No nigga I never call your house I am probably some where taking Toya out Not answer my phone and ignoring your spouse She leavin' messages about me enjoying her mouth Hey, I am ready to knock a boy in the mouth Give me the name, naw better yet point him out Me and the streets got a joint account I am from the streets that you need to be warned about New Orleans, wodie put the that in your mouth And if we feed you with a lot of iron it will flatten you out A few roaches but never had no rats in this house Never telling one another leave tht in the house Always been a small hustler moving my packing out If I ever run into some trouble send my savages out These niggas talking sweet I will get them cavities out I got graveyard flowers man I am passing them out Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now I am the prince [Chorus: x2] |
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| 3:55 |
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[Chorus: x2]
Hoes! Lets just talk about hoes! Can we talk about hoes hoes! Lets go You got to talk like a pimp whats good mommy You knew better you threw better who better than That nigga with the crisp, white tee icy white sneaks Jeans to a better you do better gettin' yo ass Out off up in that coupe bitch, see your ass on that new Leather and re-coupe 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 hit ave and get the doe. 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 gimmicks. 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 [Chorus] I got this rat name Shelly that 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 girl Patrice Found out I'm fuckin' her niece She tried to stab her so I grab her and we call the police. Mr. Officer, that bitch den lost it bra she goin' to jail oh well, I be fuckin' her, see two dikes, Spanish twins Nuts press on they chin, will we go belly low well nigga that depends [Chorus] I got old school bitches and new school hoes Female basketball players with cornrows and I don't 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 Cause I'm focus Rollin in the whitest mink like I'm 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 there, yeah [Chorus: x3] |
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| 5:46 |
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Jazze Pha)
(Lil Wayne) (Speak to them Jazze) I (Yea fly guy) 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, (whoa) be the one that you throw it to, baby (Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you, baby (Yea so how bout you, yeah, yeah, so how bout you) (Lil Wayne) 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 sees that my wrist blue and yellow like Michigan She say she love her man she misses him But nobody do it better than her distance 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 Gotta dress to impress though, Gotta stay clean, plus momma in the next row She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death It's the bird man jr. sincerely yours When it rains it pours, when it Waynes it whores (Chorus) (Li' Wayne) Now why you wanna go do that I can see through that Tattoo right there like can't I view that Girl what that say, what who that Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne (no) Cus I'm way more flyer Have you hanging round a bunch of yayo buyers (nop) And not a day go by us, we don't get higher than the telephone wires Cut your telephone off we rising where phones don't roam they don't even come on You're far from home so leave it alone You creeping with the king of the throne You sleeping 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 morning I'm a pimp baby, yeah I'm going, going, going (Chorus) (Lil Wayne) I'm Sorry I was grooving Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music But let's get back to what we was doing Laid back in that black on Pat Ewing's That's 33 V tires heat fire These streets ain't papaya ma You gotta keep heat on your side 2 must So I'm a get 3 more and I'm a cop you one Wait, naw hun cus you ain't exempt If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip (yea) But I love the way your jeans huggin 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 cus 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 (Chorus) (Lil Wayne) So how bout you yea 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 have Lee Carsole you ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn know what I'm talking bout, you ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN you ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports baby cus I got game sweetheart Just fuck with the boy and I'll get you a jersey What you want me to put on the back Daddy's little girl that's right, know what I'm talking bout I can't give you the game but I can show 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 Weezy |
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| 11. |
| 4:56 |
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OK I'm finally perfect, ya know
Y'all already know what it is and if you don't Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you [Chorus] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas Half ass rappers and true rhyme sayers This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter Because this is the Carter, A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter Wayne in ya brain young Carter Wayne in ya brain young Carter Well I got it don't worry, I got it, I got it Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals My charm starburst, my watch skittles I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle Holla at a player, I'm sorta like B-D Y'all can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too Don't chase the feeling baby girl let it come to you Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable I'm a world class G mami fuck wit' dude I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low I'm a offense coordinator run n' shoot You watch your grill what you ought to do Fore' your ribs get barbecued And my ribs is showing I say I'm starving dude This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude What up Reel, c'mon [Chorus] I'm the Birdman Birdman Junior bitch I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch I be flier than your guy nigga lose the prick Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing And we could shh All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all Young Mar' picture the broad lick All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all I young money a car I just write it off I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick Get ya game up boy hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this Get ya game up boy hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea [Chorus] And y'all better blame Baby Cause he the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy And y'all ask why I never left the navy Cause he the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy Young, young, young wizzle baby Give you yo issue, me don't want to kiss you No, no, no me no want no bullshit So, so stop baller blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich And I floss everyday because I could bitch So holla at ya boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit Like, like, like what's really good wit ya mom or your lil' boy And your sister lookin good shit, shit I'm still Apple Eagle weasel One-seven Hollygrove never ever ever leave you I got y'all waiting on my sequel This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people [Chorus: x2] My hoes got hoes for real Ya merkin' Mannie Fresh merkin' em Mannie Fresh murderin' Mannie Fresh merkin' em, yeah yeah This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this |
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| 12. |
| 3:47 |
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[Chorus: x2]
Don't let your mouth open up Cause you don't want to see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out Cause you don't want to see the automatic open out, no Ain't no snitches riding wit us Ol mo the mouth niggas could holla the front Can't no loose slips get on my yacht I leave player haters at the dock, watch And your nigga help ya burn the block As soon as you get hot nigga turn to cop Ya setting up federal appointments now Nigga all in court pointing out Daddy not knowing what he doing his child We goin' mail him his finger when he get out, yea Just to show him what we's about Never let shit about G'z leave ya mouth, yea You inside can't leave ya house Two donut lovers to police ya house I sneak past those brothers leak in ya house And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up [Chorus: x2] Wizzy nigga been bout me Stay low so you don't know shit bout me Make no mistake I'm a veteran at Me never rat mommy taught me better than that Get a gat if you ain't got one already If you do then you ain't got enough get two And you could never get me nigga get you And you ain't got to fuck me girl fuck you I'm rolling with my goons And I would never roll on my nigga take that to my tune Ain't no girl came out of mom's wound Real nigga shit motherfucker I'm tuned, and I was taught If a man talk about another man while that man ain't present A man don't listen They throwing brick but they hands is missing Just watch what you saying sissy [Chorus: x2] Ain't no telling who spilling the earl You telling yo boy he telling his girl O, Now she telling the world It ain't no secret I'm hotter than ether But I don't neither cop shit neither Either close yo mouth or meet the heater We the dirty south where cocaine cheaper You go up north nigga's boost they fee up This where the real hustlers meet up Look out anybody can be them people Yo own people could be them people No glasses can help you see them people They around too many evil people Detectives want to get even equal My desert eagle ain't even legal, but shh [Chorus: x2] Yea nigga watch the people around you watch the people away from you Leave them niggas be let them stay from you These niggas mouth's is running like hot water, I swear to God Real niggas taking falls like Niagara Trying to stay up like Viagra, but it ain't goin' happen These niggas is best buddies wit the 5-0 team they know the DA by name It ain't a game it used to be one Its like these niggas got them big ducks in they mouth that the gynecologist Use when yo bitch get a pap smear That's pussy anyway Weezy |
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| 13. |
| 0:26 |
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| 14. |
| 4:47 |
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[Baby]
Hey shorty, you know what I'm sayin' Some niggas palms be sweatin' Some niggas 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 hustlers, nigga (Belie' that bitch) You what I'm sayin' Lets get them niggas, lets ride shorty [Baby] Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders Five young niggas 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 niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep Whoa, shorty 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 habit, bitch [Chorus] 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 [Lil Wayne] 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, for 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 [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Shoot him in his head so he remember Because of that mama I'll be gone till November I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners Them niggas on the block say them boys gon' get 'em But them niggas 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 [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Wish a nigga would say something, gotta Standin' right yea guns up boy Weezy F, Birdman Holla back |
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| 15. |
| 6:28 |
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Yea shorty, you know what I'm talking bout'
I peep these niggas out here they slipping like they ain't bout Money no more man, so what fuck You know what we goin' do ha? We goin' do what we been doing nigga We goin' load up, get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em' Nigga Keep fucking hoes Loading up on mo' bitches Then you know what I'm saying, we goin' get greedy too nigga I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind I got it, I got it, Murder capital, only key to survive is kill If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets, Yeah I got the sawed off fully, in the Sean John hoody Get fucked ya play pussy We hit em' up when they ain't looking and them body shots hurt And the head shots took him Damn And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him Knock his top to his bottom jack You see me grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom At the very bottom of the map Lou-easy-ana piranhas everywhere you at You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat You bitch could get it for acting like a man Them niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like ya man I back his hand ya man on command In front of niggas he cool with the boys on fam I'm on, I am just in different climates, Ducking the animal keep on running wit my primates You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states, Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, super, What the fuck they play it in the club for Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war, No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushing lord Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord I'm just trying to dodge the shots they send to the god They riding up highway to heaven boulevard Damn, them niggas pussy and jive, Not even in an eye exam they ain't looking for "I" The A and the K will make ya face crook to the side Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side Cause when you wilding you ain't looking, you just looking high And when we hungry you look like pie Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard, cherry jelly Don't make me get the biscuit buster What up gizzle you my distant brother Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep I skip the fronting and sticks to keeping it trill You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill Rest in peace Yeah, you under-dig, shorty its all about one thing nigga, If you bout money nigga come fuck with us, If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga And whatever you bout we bout it, However you wanna get it we can give it to ya Order bitch, ya under-dig Put ya prints in nigga Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll Hey, hey You sleep in a field for trying the dude I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you I lie his body in grease set fire to him I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blades, damn! I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep They ways when I'm in the streets with blades Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face, yea And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table I keep the eight My side pocket sideways When I pop it leave a nigga sideways For five days Birdman talk to em' Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us Hey, hey Check my swag, I travel like sound dog You play hard in the gravel like ground dog I'm underground call me groundhog Lay down logs call me ground law Don't confuse me with the law, nah but just confuse me with my paw Because I am the Birdman J-R I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripkin nigga With the 40 cal Ripkin nigga, rip a nigga Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield Wack ya baby momma but I let the kid live And people say that I am a kid still, cause the lil' nigga still rides on big wheels You feeling animal then come on and get killed And sig pill bandannas like banana's Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana In my cabana, With my bottom bitch from savanna Man a train couldn't stop ya man I man up and you not a man I stand up, say I got my land I'm the man of my land Call it Lil-Weezy-ana That's the new plan Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga That's the only way Dumb shit we bout that get at me Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga |
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| 16. |
| 5:20 |
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[Baby]
Hey Wayne I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right Ya feel me These niggas 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 thing 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 thing 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 Well I'm gone get fed up one day Put lead up in the K Come and hit up where ya stay so Baby momma better 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 I'm a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the hinges Yes Weezy baby flow off the hinges 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] [Verse 2] 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 Kidnap ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolks And tell the cops I murder the info Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow Niggas wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low I got ten left in the tech so what they here for 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 pa 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 Don't 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 that blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something Its cash money all or nothing Its Lil Wayne the reverend 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 Stunners youngin' like that bitch [Chorus] |
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| 5:08 |
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Weezy
What up pop, what up pop. Fuck what they heard it's what they need to know nigga (They saying C.A.R.T.E.R. yep!) Ya feel me, hey nigga we done built this. Shit from the ground up now homie Believe that daddy, it ain't no looking back from here, we too strong [Chorus] And that's the only way we get down (we get down) Cause that's the only way we was taught (we was taught) And everything we got we bought (we bought) And real niggas still shine in the dark (still shine in the dark, yeah) And that's the only way we get down (we get down) And that's the only way we was taught (we was taught) And everything we got we bought (we bought) And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark, fuck a law, oh!) Cause that's the only way we get down I down down a brother We ain't cut from the same cloth you Downy soft Bullets separate ya body compound a buster I'm a find ya if ya hiding I'm a bounty hunter In ya home putting dick all down ya woman You come home we in the bedroom counting money I bring her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing I say Birdman Birdman what's good today We ain't never let them niggas take our food away And we recognize real and got a rude awakening And woke up together and our life was better I'm the Cash Money son I live a life of cheddar Not a rat though hat low Nike's is leather Lil' maw twist two get my life together Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we knife together, cut! [Chorus] Throw my weight like Sherman Klump I gotta hold up my estate like Donald Trump And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump I bring the pump when it's time to pump Wrapped around my waist like a cumber bun Don't make a nigga pump, you up! I come in that new thing, she threw up Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean yo' shoe up I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up Business mug, gotta get my loot up Bet ya bitch get fucked if I ever met her Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up One by one I push 'em down, fat bullet, fat head make a pussy sound Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town Like that bitch! [Chorus] I give my arms and my legs to the game I'm ahead of the game I dead any mane if he said anything But it's cool, as long as nigga paid when he came And I'm a fool with the flame and the caine Cut it just a little bit but the drain stay the same yeah Young Wayne and the pain and the stain still remain On the chest where the four made a mess yes I'm still here in the flesh twenty one year old legend I'm a live way after my death I sacrifice whatever that's left I give y'all the last of my breath like Write it down take a picture record a copy Press pause only way you stop me fucker I'm a get mine and make you not me Spit wine in ya face if you watch me Bitch! [Chorus] And that's the only way we getting down nigga Cash Money C-M-B man You already know we here never left fuck 'em See me if you got a problem boy I'm at home all day man, it's not a game Stunner, what's really good with 'em We ain't never let 'em take our food away (I got it, yeah) Fresh you nasty on this on dog This one, this is the Carter bitch! |
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