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Yeah, hard body (hard body)
Carter, carter Carter yeah Lets go Cash Money Young Money mother fuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin' Til they gettin' out the game, it's like comin' out of a coma I'm tryin', but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin' All I ask is that you pray for me (Please) And the beat, keep cryin' and I'm a keep beatin' her Fee I'm fuckin' her I'm deep in her sleep in her And what happens when the reaper come (huh?) I'm just hopin' that he sends that elevator up I made enough I ain't make shit So while I'm here I'm a take that and take this (nigga!) Breakfast, yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished Then hunt for the lunch and dinner, no beginner To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin' in Like Seminoles, Indians, no bow and arrows Harold Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert Carter two tell me how is you gon stop a riot I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!) I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!) Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (Go!) I'm here mu'fucker make room, boom! Young Tune the big kahuna It's my ocean baby y'all niggas is tuna Better now than sooner junior Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya I ain't goin' nowhere special I won't never leave Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave Can't get rid of me? Not little me (no) Man I got 'em I'm a get 'em B (I got 'em B) I'm hungry like I didn't eat (yeah) I want it like I didn't see a meal before seventeen What the fuck you niggas tellin' me? You pups can't keep up with the pedigree Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies Call myself settling palm trees Promethazine but whats new? Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loo Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you (fuck em!) So how you want do it baby we can get it All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit' it Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver I'm a ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah! Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it Cause every time I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah Now I kill it, the mission accomplished The niggas abolished the bitches astonished Then they pay homage when did they find it but Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so They don't forget it I underline it and I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin' young'n I been through all that I done done what you sayin' I put it down when the others was playin' When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions hold court with the apes I'm a gorilla but lighter Wit' the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah Start 'em ignite 'em I walk through fire Watch the flames start multiplyin' whoo! yeah Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite Fork in the road I'm always goin' right Nowadays knowin' life ain't no more road lights We can't see but we goin' make it to the finish line It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times Damn then one more to the face (Bow!) just So they close the casket like I pay to close the case I'm made straight mafia shit, front line Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich So fuck 'em I'm a let 'em sit And I ain't duckin' cause I'm right here, I'm just enough I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin' up See you fuckin' up the money baby that ain't good business You startin' to look like a witness and this is For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes Crossover whatever mainstream know Cause Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold You heard it right here if the game was ever told Lift up ya toes and look under a rug Trust me there's history under all that dust So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?) Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt Lets eat and talk about all the niggas we cut What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch That's real shit if you ever seen such Chuch "Tha mobb, nigga" |
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So they ask me
Young boy What you gonna do the second time around How you goin' come back I tried told them I come back like thirty two I jump back like thirty three (ugh) Hit me! That's nothin' This is Tha Carter Two people This is Tha Carter Two people (hey) They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter Of the deads forehead I killed the father Spilled the heart of a mildew hater I will put them body on chill like glaciers Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious Going against me is atheist I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust I ain't sniffin' I'm just pitchin' ya honor I ain't snitchin' ya honor Hate bitch niggas bitches with power Vacate when the kitchen get hotter I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard Put that jar in the skillet drop a four in the bubbles I remember being young tryin' to hustle my dough Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap Tryin' to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke You ain't tryin' to see how far that black back lane go No, call me Pacman you ghosts is blue I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue Jewelry, usually I'm a hooligan for the money Yeah I'm eatin' but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh Make harm in the bomb you in public Hit you with the straight arm no warning nothin' Look it's mornin' no yawnin' or nothin' I ain't sleepin' I'm up tryin' to take a nigga lunch You gon make a nigga break a nigga fronts Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin' what we want I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here If you ever lookin' for me bitch I will be here Cash Money is an army Navy Seal me here Lot of niggas ran from it but I'll still be here No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental Crack the phill' crack the roof and roll up the window And my hood love me they tell me bring it home That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song You leapin' at a dog a dog wit no bark Just a bite like an old shark And all you bitch niggas no paw I'm talkin' bout stunna He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters Sunshine's on the king and sets on the prince I met the Birdman and I been shinin' ever since like that (that, that, that) |
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| 3. |
| 4:32 |
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Yeah,
Money on my mind Money on my mind (Chea) Money on my mind Money money on my mind (yea) Money on my mind Money on my mind (that's alright) Money money on my mind So money is all I think of (that's alright) Money on my mind Money on my mind (Bitch!) Money on my mind Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind (Bitch!) money on my mind (Bitch!) Some money on my mind some money is all I think of (Aye!) Steppin' out the motherfuckin' car they in aw I'm lookin' like a star bitch, when you see me make a wish Holla at ya motherfuckin' boy J-R Birdman my paw bitch, ball bread born rich Dear Mr. toilet I'm the shit Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick (I know) But trip and that 40 make a chip Out of a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip (gone) And the hustle is all muscle just strength When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift (one, two) I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist Get key money from a quarter blame it on the wrist I whip coke like hoes nigga I'm a pimp Lil nigga bout to rape the market If we talkin' bout money baby now we talkin' Mo, mo, mo, mo, money on my mind (yeah) Money on my mind (fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches) Money on my mind Mo, mo, money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind (get money, get money, get money) Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind So money is all I think of Money on my mind (Fuck bitches, get money, fuck bitches, Get money, fuck bitches, get money) Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Mo, mo, money on my mind So money is all I think of Yeah! Nigga get it in the slump if you know how In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow What you know about that baby it's yo time Coke trans-actions on the phone we call it "blow jobs" Too fast for the feds to cocky for the cops Had to ditch my old bitch gettin' sloppy with the pots (bitch) Hoppin' off the boat meetin' poppy at the docks He tell me i'm gaining weight, I tell him I'm gettin' paid, yeah Money over bitches I'm yellin' it to the grave Developed at a young age, go after what pays These Gabanna sunshades block the sun-rays I drop a car note in the mall on the first day I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way That cake like it's it's my birthday New Orleans my birth place Ya heard me, where money more important than a person, nigga Mo, mo, mo, mo, money on my mind (yeah) Money on my mind (fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches) Money on my mind Mo, mo, money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind (get money, get money, get money) Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind So money is all I think of Money on my mind (Fuck bitches, get money, fuck bitches, Get money, fuck bitches, get money) Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Mo, mo, money on my mind So money is all I think of Twistin' up a blunt thinkin' bout my next dolla' I'm diggin' in the game tryin' to get some money out her I'm so vein it's a problem There ain't a stain on these Pradas, I'm just being modest Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it, She still down there she don't get none of the profit Where around the city, let the tints hide me That's a cold motherfucker, whoever that's inside it Forever symbolizin' the grind it don't walk to you I'm make it' run like horses do, Giddy up baby if he got it then hit em' up baby I know its crazy but I cant get enough baby I love it I fuckin' love it I'm a self-made-millionaire fuck the public Ridin' to myself cause I don't fuck with nothin' Pistol on my lap on the way to the money Mo, mo, mo, mo, money on my mind (yeah) Money on my mind (fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches) Money on my mind Mo, mo, money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind (get money, get money, get money) Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind So money is all I think of Money on my mind (Get money, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, Get money, fuck bitches, get money) Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Mo, mo, money on my mind So money is all I think of |
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| 4. |
| 4:24 |
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I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got that fire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'm a put you out You can spark it up and I'm a put you out Ain't nobody fuckin' with me man, Heatman Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that I'm passin' 'em out now and you can't have that And my chain Toucan Sam that Tropical colors you can't match that Gotta be abstract You catch my gal legs open better smash that Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack My girls can't wear that why that's where my stash at I put my mack down that's where you lack at She need her candlelit and I'm a wax that I rekindle the flame She remember the name It's Weezy Baby January December the same Mama gimme that brain Mama gimme that gut Cause I'm the fireman You hear the firetruck I'm the fireman Fire, fa, fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got that fire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'm a put you out You can spark it up and I'm a put you out Fresh on campus it's the Birdman junior Money too long teachers put away ya rulers Raw tune not a cartoon No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (sexy) I'm hot but the car cool She wet that's a carpool Been in that water since a youngin' you just shark food Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school Yeah the lights is bright but I got a short fuse Don't snooze My handle in the game so long my thumbs bruise Ya new girlfriend is old news Yeen' got enough green and she so blue yeah Cash Money Records where dreams come true Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew Now watch it melt don't burn ya self I'm the fireman Fire, fa, fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got that fire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'm a put you out You can spark it up and I'm a put you out Ridin' by myself well really not really So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby My money 360, you only 180 Half of the game too lazy Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake 'em Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake 'em Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah Come on mama let The Carter make ya Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry crape ya They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton Y'all in a race and me I'm at the finish line Been running for too long it's time to gimme mine Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I Weezy allergic to wintertime I'm the fireman Fire, fa, fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got that fire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'm a put you out You can spark it up and I'm a put you out I, I, I, got 'em I, I, I, got 'em aye aye B I got 'em Aye D I got 'em Aye slim I got 'em Don't worry I, I, I Don't worry I, I, I I'm a put you out |
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Will it the not the one they call
little big Wayne Weezy B long side Sheradon more fire more fire, yo [Chorus] Mo fire ya Weezy, Mo fire ya, put your light up in the air (mo) Mo fire ya, I give her, Mo fire ya, mo' fire a go' burn then I Diddy bop, my fifty cock, my city hot I'm dodgin' the city cop I play em' like pitty pat (shh) I'm kickin' back (yeah) I'm gettin' stacks, these bitches is really rats I fuck 'em and give 'em back (yeah) I really mack (yeah) how real is that, you love him, you really wack I hustle and bend my back My muscle is intact My biceps and triceps is ay yes [Chorus] I come at you (sh) It's somethin' new, the color is smurf blue, I'm puffin that purple, believe it if I talk it I walk it like, Herschel I get it like it is on the commercial This is verse two, it is worse too, I'll murk you, like I birth you You niggas small bubbles, I'll burp you, And spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you My jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, I'm like whatever my shit mean and obscene Now I been seen on a lot a different scene, That mean I got a lot a different creme [Chorus] I raise mo fire to the man up higher, I lick a shot to let him know that I'm a rider (yeah) My dreads hang to let him know that I'm a lion, Represent the jungle when the others just tryin', I represent my mother like baby stop cryin', I know my papa gone but guarantee to see her shinin' (yeah), Now you are lookin' at New Orleans finest, Now you are being blinded, by European diamonds, And you were seein' two or three times and, Got your vision all fucked up, now you Can't even find me, and I ain't even hidin' naw, I'm right here baby, (right here baby) she wanna walk witcha, I'm like yea baby, (yeah baby) batty man get the shotty to his head Rock-a-by his ass to sleep, rock it lay him down to bed I put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms homie, You ain't nothin' but a prop fish Mo' fire ya Weezy, Mo' fire ya, put your light up in the air Mo' fire ya, I give her, Mo' fire ya ya Mo' fire ya Mo' fire ya Weezy Mo' fire ya Mo' fire ya, I give her Mo' fire ya |
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Fuck with me?
Thank you C'mon C'mon You know me man Alright O-V I got 'em boy Weezy baby C two Weezy baby You cant see me And I see you, Lawd I, I, I got 'em Bring the crowd and I'm loud and living color It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach (yummy) I'm takin' it I ain't askin' them for nothin' If you sell a million records we can battle for ya money I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday Watch a football game and bet it all on one play Still stuntin' baby yes I'm still flossin' Latest car on the market with the top peeled off it Big wheels make it look a lil' bulky You look a lil' salty have ya-self a chill coffee Chill out, the girls is still out Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out I'm busy I got people to reel in God I hope they snappin' at the end of my rod I hope I'm fishin' in the right pond And I hope you catch on to every line Who a I! The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And you should, be afraid, be very afraid The heart of New Orleans, thumpin' and beatin' Livin' and breathin', steallin' and feedin' Peelin' and leavin', killin' and greivin' Dearly departed, erased deleted No prints no plates, no face no trace Out of sight out of mind, no court no case Sell his chain, celebrate, block parties, second line, Zulu ball bar, S.S. fest, jazz fest, Mardi Gras Shotty bounce, body rock, now he dropped, No he got, family try, tell the feds, tell the cops Smell a rat, comin' back, to the house, to the spot Tap tap, knock knock, who is that? chicka pow! Trigger man, hoody man, tell the kids boogie man, "Pistol Pete", ammo-mammal, gun man, blum blam (ha ha) Damn semi you done fucked up Pussy ass niggas put ya nuts up Just call me! The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And you should, be afraid, be very afraid Fuck up with all these rookie M-C's? Whew! smell like a bunch of pussy to me (fuck em') Fuck em' good, fuck em' long, fuck em' hard, fuck who? fuck em' all (yea) Like that just like that, right back I'm on that money train and that mack will knock em' off track The Carter back, well protected from the warren Sapp The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac You cant see me baby boy you got that cataracts I'm right here, straight out ya hood just like an alley cat Since everyone's a king where the fuck ya palace at Me I got callus on my hand I can handle that Its no problem baby I so got em' Its just a victory lap baby I'm just joggin' Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath The motherfuckin best yet Sorry for cussin' Who! The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And you should, be afraid, be very afraid, yeah (The best rapper alive) |
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| 4:47 |
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Yeah, ride wit' me sweet heart
I'll fuck them niggas don't even worry 'bout them Its cash money baby You know what I'm talkin' bout Its the carter two [Chorus: x2] We won, we won And then we shot that B-B gun And they lost, and they lost Cause we took they shit, now its time to floss 22 year old 17 war vet Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette Little red handkerchief, hangin' out the right side Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign Yep we do shine, and they gon' hate But they hated Jesus baby we won't break So we ride like four Pirelli's So secured, no security, no protectin' no comparing Loc' and heavy, Ocean eleven Aviators, boat takers, so fackers No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the heart Hollygrove from the start Don't cross Earhardt Boulevard where the ward I come from One seven, one shot, never that (blum blum) Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap! What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up nigga! [Chorus: x2] Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em where you kill 'em easy Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin' I'm probably drinkin' that syrup Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a broke hip He don't know I got the nina wit' the full clip That's a somersault back spin full flip for ya? Push this button, I flip out and hit something Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this scene clean Twelve hundred for the jeans stop playin' Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect I, strap a jet black gat till the deck Tell the mama to bury me with that, no bullshitin' My hood getting kinda crazy where I be So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the O-G [Chorus: x2] Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom The haters I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up? If it ain't about money I keep goin' I try'na get that green, niggas try'na mow my lawn But fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn And duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there If this was a movie it's time to roll the credits, cut! Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin' block! I'm a motherfuckin' rock! Hard body eagle street seventeen shots Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop! Drop little man drop This is not for little bitches you man or a fox I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more money Cash money, young money Take money, your money. [Chorus: x2] |
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| 3:12 |
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Oh no, no, oh no, no
Cut the music please Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no I play the bullshit from the backseat champ Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back Feet back stay from where the fake be at Niggas snitch for the shine where the patience at Nigga make his own brother face his back Give love and take it back Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats Face the facts you can't change him can't shoot it if you can't aim it Can't miss him if he kill you then you can't blame him That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade him Get too deep up in that water and they can't save ya Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing And watch my step on a wet pavement Yea I'm from the hood so I rep 'em where I can't take 'em Hollygrove Hollygrove was his last statement So nigga get that look off your face And recognize you got a crook in the place They call me w-e-e crooked letter "Y" I'm so high I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch Leave you bloody with the cops to match Bullet holes in ya speakers from the chopper blast Like, ha ha That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hopping back It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this The clips ain't down to the dick That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me When I hit every piece of ya visible body he leakin' Mortimer is no longer leapin' he sleepin' While you pussy niggas is sleeping he thinking Deep in thought the boy ain't even winkin' Bob Marley got me stinking Stacking figures I'm standing firm life's a slinky Pipes is filled with crack cocaine And the dope go inside of the veins from where I came Though I bear a name only one call live with Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it I'm sicker with it Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill What you know about a bongo having her mind go Over a convo' about dough Nothing! man the four wheelers look so good on the sand Tee or tank-top pocket fan No pocket knife, no handgun in sight Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat boom! Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price Cause to each its own and the lights is bright And I'm feeling like mike at a Tyson fight I'm from Cita house big momma's house She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out And he ain't getting up after them shots If you hit him in the right spot Hold up the beat might drop Oh no, no, oh no, no |
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| 4:07 |
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Dawg you gotta feel me on this one
What it be like dawg, I'm on some some adope grown up type shit Look who I be around nigga, look who I been around nigga Geezy, Juve and Turk, B and Slim dawg pay attention dawg (Verse 1) Age is nothin but some digits nigga trust me on this Cas I think I speak for every one when I say life is a bitch I ride D L in the C L Gun right in my grip I slip a clip in every whip , cas hatas likely to trip Come home to my future wife and every nite she'll flip She end up catchin bites to her lips behind diapers and shit But I light me a spliff drink henney without ice when I'm pissed Go to the club and start a fight thinkin I'm Tyson and shit But I'm a man so I'm here to handle my situtions correctly And i know i might be young but niggas gone definitely respect me But in the mean time I'm fightin gun charges in court And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start Its like i'm never happy now except for the fact my daughter sayin I love you daddy now And that kinda juice me up and I smoke about 3 blunts and puff a Kool it boost me up And say a prayer for everyday just so I get through the stuff but I be like (Chorus) - 2x Ahhhh man, it's complicated doin everythang on your own man being responsible for everybody in ya home man and when u feel like everythang is goin wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a GROWN MAN (Verse 2) I try to keep my head up, but I die to keep my bread up And usually I'm fed up thinkin everythang's a set up But I get up this shit, stick out my chest and clutch on my nuts And i get hit up with all kinda stress And put up wit the stuff trust me it's tough But I mantain to climb through it all And I still manage to be Lil Wayne therefore I shine and I ball And dawg I live for today and hope and pray that there's a tomorrow And I borrow confidence from out my heart when thangs get awfall And I'm walkin on the edge stuck without a solution and someway I still pick it out and shuffle to conclusion And I don't need nobody else so keep yo advice and jus doubt me Cas ya'll cats don't really no me ya'll jus no bout me So if my dawgs be on my side they keep me covered with spirit And plus I know my fathers watchin and my mother's the dearest And I ain't neva said they don't appreciate what I do But jus know if I wasn't a man I wouldn't make it through (Chorus) - 2x (Verse 3) Who would have known that this was somthin that didn't turn out so hectic But I chose my own life so I gradually accept it I'm influenced and effected by the way it became And I don't play with them at all so I don't say its a game And even though I grew up hard and I have gracefully change I'm always street so I'll forever be facin a change And I'll keep this thang brutained on the waist of my pants And I demand respect from all if not then I'm waisten a man And if I want it then I get and if I need it I have it Take care of them family first cuz the liquir and weed is a habit And I'm so often I'm congratulated for the succeeding at last But when they turn they back I just have Jesus leadin my path And I didn't ask for you to like me I don't care if you hate me But don't mistake me no otha man can neva make me or break me and I'm faithfully inspired by the hood tell I'm gone And dawg I do believe I'm grown so I'll be good on my own but I be like (Chorus) fading.......Believe Dat |
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| 4:07 |
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woman:
wassup shorty you still hangin round this bitch huh? dude: man i told you i gotta do me shorty, say, wassup wit all dem people round there? woman: man i told you them niggas was wiggin off dem pills round here. dude: who dat? woman: man they left old boy leakin last night. dude: what boy was this? woman: man you know that bitch used to be swingin round tha block in all them whips, bitch thinkin he stunna and shit. dude: man aint that cold? what you bout to get into? woman: man i'm gonna listen to tha carter ii f**k this bullshit dude: |
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| 3:58 |
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I tried to talk to him
Quit talkin', I'm a hang ya by your tongue, yea Any motormouth could get hung high We don't fuck wit' niggas like fungi We don't even hear ya Hollerin' bullshit nigga quit the diarrhea Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess Playa fuck around wit' the homeless, charmless You can leave out here armless, no homies Honest, you niggas is harmless I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be) Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him Don't get close to him Shootouts and nothin' but rock n roll to him Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood 'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook It ain't nothin' it don't make it if you no good I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to [Chorus] Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was try'na be calm But, uh, that chopper rocked, put his head in his arms And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose He had too much talk, not enough proof I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em but I hit 'em up I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Y'all take them shoes off your teeth Stop runnin' your mouth No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth I'll come to your house, me and my goons Loadin' up bangers, ridin' under the moon Throwin' up fingers sayin' "My side rule" If a nigga disagree, that's when my side prove That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed fool And I'm "in it like Bennett" hoe, aren't I cool But if that thermostat switch and that needle move Then the attitude switch and the heat'll move I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool Meet a disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe Swallow the truth, belch reality How does it taste, powder your face, you a bitch nigga All pussy, stop cummin' out your lips nigga I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to [Chorus] Real talk boy, chill wit' the talk boy That Tommy Gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boy Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy Start with the wrong boy, it end wit' a song boy Wit' your friends, to carry you alone To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone Fuck discussion, I ain't in to it boy I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy Big Uzi, tissue the boy I'm inside lookin' out, you just an intruder boy You need sutures on your smooches boy But, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to [Chorus] |
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So you made it, this far,
We upstairs, I let you up here You special, Marley, don't shoot You know what this is? Still The Carter 2 people Still The Carter 2 people Yeah, you still in the carter 2 people Hey yeah, All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems I'll address them like P.O. Boxes Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit We so out of it, zero tolerance Gangster gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it I'm wealthy, still fuckin' with that block shit Wet your ass up, head to feet till your sock a drip Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass I hear 'em but they talking under mass Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass That's Cash Money, honey pie We ain't runnin', we don't hide screamin' fuck the other side Don't get caught on it, this the dailiest grind I'll put your heart on it and walk on it The chalks only for the art homie How they trace ya after I erase ya Look around, we at war and you still in preparation I'm riding for them reparations, no patience Slow paper is better than no paper Fast money don't last too long, you gotta pace it You gotta know that paper If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper Gotta know that photo-fobia, no Kodak moments Feds walls with my pictures on 'em Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook I don't do too much posin', got a cool killer look Career crook, get your career took I'm back like a brassiere hook Bitch cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer Around here and this here is The Carter Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em On the head at the bottom You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em And I ain't gotta get 'em cause I already got 'em Get 'em |
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| 5:04 |
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Hit me
Right in the sternum this time t baby You already know You already know You already know This that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler musik Goddamn Next they hit a nigga in his head with this one I'm a paint the city red wit this one I'm a head wit' this one See you fuckin' wit' the boys who tote toys way before Christmas. No assistance (its) that persistence me. That commitment if, I don't get it somebody gone die tonight I know my vibe is tight, And I deserve that thrown, And if the kid ain't right, Then let me die in this song, See I'll be ridin' (just) Ridin' alone Wit' my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kiddin' How the hell you ain't here to see ya prince do his thing Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king She'll be So I be who I be That's me that's Weezy F. Baby and Please say the motherfuckin' So I be who I be That's me that's Weezy F. Baby and Please say the motherfuckin' [Chorus] Baby you gotta know That I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do For me and you and we eatin' So bitch why the fuck is you trippin'. I'm takin' these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move And I won't budge Won't budge No I won't budge no Na Money is the motivation Facin' the avenue Back touchin' the wall Got the weed Got the gun Gotta run when I hear that bird call, dang Hop in that thang and merk off Swerve off You know me, they call me "Birdman Junior" Anybody murderer Birdman sponsor it Phantom of the opera All black gwop tent, locked in I can let them shots out You can't get no shots in Bullet proof Leave a nigga wit' a bullet roof Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy they call 'em bullet tooth I'm like what it do What to do There's a full court pressure I'm just going for the two If I'm open for the three I'm a take it in a second Even if there's one second and I'm a make it, it's nothin' I don't take it for granted I don't take it for nothin'. I take it for what it is worth to the durf motherfucker (yea) [Chorus] I ain't never killed nobody I promise I promise if you try me You gone have to rewind this track and make me go back That thing will go blat That boy will lay flat so flat That act is what I perform amongst you haters Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbatin' Black Peter Pan flies too, I die, what you sayin' Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu, what I stay in Got me feelin' like Scarface Like the Koheba Streets reply I look right in a four seater You know I be out here ridin' a four seater Top floor of the four seasons Four of the whores And they all know how to cook it up Look I got some But only one know how the bad bitch, bundle up See its a cold world so homey bundle up We ain't on this grind for nothin' So get ya hustle up. [Chorus: x2] Man, man this be that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik, yo So ride to it yo And vibe to it yo I'm asking y'all please please Young Weezy got that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik Ride to it yo Vibe to it yo Vibe to it yo Its real shit man Its real talk man Its how do it How did it How done it I ain't braggin' I ain't boastin' This the way it go I ain't braggin' I ain't boastin' This the way it is Better guard your kids Guard your face Guard your body we warn the place We here Fuck bitches its young money nigga |
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| 3:48 |
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{Lil Wayne talking}
Yeah Yeah its kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face so I do it over snare and bass music take me away {Hook} I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt To redeem your love thats exactly what I need {Lil Wayne Verse 1} Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, C`mon Young boy, I know ya love me like ya never loved. Ya know ya couldnt find a better thug, and uh you been peepin me since I was younger, so young that ya even called me ya little brother but im all grown up know I got my own money. Im married and divorced and my daughter is a woman. And guess what? My daughter want another sister or brother and you lookin like a mother. I took you from a clubber to a lover and you took another bitch husband. The other bitch wasnt doin shit for him. She say she did too much I say she did nothin. She need to quit frontin. I havent hid nothin and you love everything. Cant hide your feelins wont let my pride conceal it. Ya got Wayne, I charge it to the game, so baby you can keep the change but... {Hook 2X} {Lil Wayne Verse 2} Destiny Child CD song number 3. she cater to me until we fall asleep, then we wake up and we pick up where we started then she make a nigga breakfast, (?sprite, orange juice, and water?) She on stage waitin for me after my show so know time for groupies straight to the top flo. yeah, fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel, then after an hour she gon need another shower when im at home in my coupe or the office in the streets or in the booth im thinkin bout you and most of the girls that come by are cute and they try to holla but they all on mute and my old girls turn they face up at me, yeah they throw thwy purses and they makeup at me cuz you got Wayne I charge it to the game and baby you can keep the change but... {Hook 2X} {Lil Wayne Verse 3} Come home smell the food on the stove she done cleaned the whole house washed the dishes and the clothes and when we out we do it just like we supposed look good for the public leave the drama in the Rolls Royce, choice of car that we move in. She get high sometimes cuz Im always doin it yeah Ya here them hallways we always doin it yeah but cuz everytime feel like the first one perfect, when a nigga stressed of that work she take away all the pain make it lesser than dirt thats why, you got Wayne I charge it to the game and baby you can keep the change but... {Hook 2X} |
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Yea, yea, yea
Weezy baby y'all, (yeah) Don't get shot Rapid fire, what you know about it? I brought my homie along for the ride He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel Rob I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor" Then even louder we got shooters, shooter I turn around, I was starin' at chrome Shotgun watches door, got security good (check) Jumped right over counter Pointed gun at, Winky tell her I'm gon' shooter, shooter, shooter My hands up (yeah) My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter Oh, shooter I think they want me to surrender But no, I can't do it But no, I can't do it My hands up (yeah) My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter I think they want me to surrender But no, I can't do it But no, I can't do it So many doubt 'cause I come from the South But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake I'm a play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow With all these riches and, all these bitches But ain't no looters around They thinkin' about shooters that shooters that Guns Girls Ladies that Gunners that Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter Put my hands up They want me with my hands up They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter But I'm not I just cry mama, I think they, hey Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter) And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being patient Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers It's outrageous You don't know how sick you make us I want to throw up like chips in Vegas But this is Southern face it If we too simple then y'all don't get the basics Lady walks into a shotgun surprise (yeah) Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes He said "Bitch is gonna get it" everybody gon' regret it I'm your, shooter! My hands up, my hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah) Oh, shooter Oh, shooter I try tell you what I am baby My hands up, my hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah) (Sorry but me no surrender) Oh, shooter Oh, shooter Me won't surrender, me no pretender Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin' forward Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw Way past par, far, I'm some shit you never saw I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw And then they ask who when where how And, my reply was simply pow! Mama, I tink dey, hey, me tink dey want me to surrenda' (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) Mama, I tink dey, ey, me tink dey want me to surrenda' (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) No, me won't surrenda, no, no I promise no surrenda' I got my burner And I'm your shooter |
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Yeah, my girl get in at 1:15 am
The guitar's crying right now Just a couple things going on in my life, you know Brim leaning, cup tilted, blunt flicking Get money, fuck bitches Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know 'bout it So 'bout it, like Master P, but no coward No I am no Howard the duck, duck Lead showers, black flowers Black dresses, two hours, closed casket Ma dough tactics is so crafty No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster Like, oh Nancy the flows plastic, automatic, I'm More drastic, ain't no names compared to me Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me Ya not there to me, I ain't fucking with you bitch niggas I'm fucking ya sis' nigga, it's Weezy [Chorus] If you gon' call him Weezy Then you must say the baby If you don't say the baby Then just don't say it at all I'm, slick as an old mac, I'm, sick as a Prozac And, the Carter one was the, dick for you hoes trapped And, this is Tha Carter two and, this is the bozack Digging you hoes back, quick if I blow back Got it, gone Rabbit Fast ma daddy's Rabbit at home What up pa (what up), what up Pac (what up), what up Pun (what up) What up Big (what up), what up Solja As the streets get colder I get chillier What up Left Eye (what up), what up Aaliyah (what up) Teck 9 close by touch 'em up I shoot niggas in the mouth boy pucker up Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the fuck Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from I chew 'em up like bubble gum, yum yum Young Weezy so troublesome, what what [Chorus] I ain't talking fast you just listening too slow I'm, getting them Benjamin's Can serve like the Wimbledon If I'm in any predicament, nervous never that Got a gat to knock whoever back, back, very flat Chest, caved in, mess on the pavement Splat, cherry wax, rah, bury that Rats, scary cat, rat carry that Hollygrove trigga man guns in a knapsack Area code five zero four, I ain't Nino fucking Brown And, this is Tha Carter hoe, this is a quarter stick This in ya garter ho, leave out the back and go straight to the corner store Return with the cake, come wit all ma dough And if not they find you in a lake in the morning ho Weezy Baby please say the baby If not, don't ya motherfucking say it at all, bitch [Chorus] Its real pimpin' Its real pimpin 'goin' on like bitch You can be my bitch Its real pimpin' Real nigga |
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Yeah
OK I'm strapped Get 'em Black hat, black shades, black diamonds oh behave No he can't with the fuckin' seats back Got the paint job dope In the fuckin' seats cracked [Chorus] I'm a d-boy Bitch I'm a d-boy Ho I'm a dope boy I got the scope in the Rov' for them jack-boys I got money in my pocket I got money in my block I got the money in the power I'm a d-boy Bitch I'm a d-boy Ho I'm a dope boy I got the scope in the Rov' for them jack-boys I got money in my pocket I got money in my block I got the money in the power I'm gone Thinkin' of a masta' plan I get money but I'm thinkin' of a fasta' plan I'm tryin' to cash it in I got five in the garbage can and the wrap saran I need cash advance See I know three sold The other two a jam I'm a sit on one and whip the other one much as I can Hot ass fuckin' sedan Windows rolled down no sound Them bricks got the speakers drowned I ain't listenin' for shit but sirens I ain't tryin' to get to my ships sunk, fuck you pirates I'll touch you cowards It ain't nothin' to a boss The niggas in the hood try'na floss and ya head gotta cost nigga Take a loss nigga S-S five five all black with the top chopped off that Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at I ain't tryin' to prove nothin' I'm jus tryin' to move somethin' [Chorus] See we cookin' up a thousand grams (thousand grams) I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans (pots and pans) Triple color with the platinum jam 50 birds homeboy in the back of a van (bitch) A hundred grand in rubber bands (rubber bands) We got them birds in the coffee cans (coffee cans) We got the whips wit the extra clips Got bitches outta state niggas flippin' them bricks (Flippin' them bricks) Been in the caddy been in the alley Nigga been on the block Right in front of Mrs. Gladis Nigga know bout hustlin' Know bout stuntin' Did the curb servin' shined every summer (bitch) Been on front, been in the back Nigga roll wit' duct tape and ride wit' the mac We see these haters like fuck them niggas We made men millionaires, hustlin's our nature [Chorus] Eight A.M. open my eyes Yeah kick my bitch tell her open the blinds And I'm, over the stove at nine Yeah I'm cookin' breakfast for the block then I let her cook mine Yeah quick line in the bathroom before we bounce Not me I mean her she go a day a ounce (damn) Y'all pray for her While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley sittin' low as I wait for her I'm gettin' dough I'm a paper-boy I will take ya For the right paper-boy I will take her Shake her, tape her, waist up Send her to the money she be back before I wake up Get cha cake up Y'all niggas lame ducks Ya prolly get ya game up when I'm givin' the game up My name Wayne what Hot boy flame up You niggas tryin' to change up and I'm gettin' my change up [Chorus] |
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So "Little Wayne," whats your motivation?
Is that really a question? Do you really have that written down in your notepad? You should be ashamed of yourself You smell me girl I smell like money See, that's what they don't understand (Tell 'em a god damn thing) To me it was always get money or die I come up under Birdman the number one stunner You know what I mean I'm stunner junior that's all I know that's all I ever knew Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying And I feel that way For real So hard I go I keep pushing The game so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy I got chips from trying to get the whole cookie Used to make a thousand dollars every time I played hookie Dwayne Carter absent keep looking I'm present on the block I'm a legend on the block Ice so bright like heaven on the watch Yea nigga I done dropped one eleven on the watch So watch and see what I do Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing They got the shivers man I got the fever I got to bring the hood back after Katrina Weezy F. Baby now the F is for Fema Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia Yea no cure no help So me so good so hard so felt Feel me And that's just my point right there That's what I'm always trying to stress know what I'm saying If you don't understand me if you don't feel me then you ain't real In my eyes, and that's all that count to me, you know? So, is your music considered the voice of urban America Or America period? I mean, I would say the voice of the hood, cause that's who I speak for And myself, you know what I mean, my family that's who I represent My homies, my girl, my life you know C'mon, bang this shit nigga pump my shit You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit Like motherfuck them niggas what they wan-do I'm ready Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo Fucking with the boy baby that's a gamble If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap table I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable Like nobody make a sound where the paper where the paper Gotta get it gotta have it Once I got it I'm a spend it Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it The re-ups be like birthday parties No room to park the cars in the garages So outside the cribs all you see is arragis If I ain't say it right fuck it I ain't foreign Feel me And see That's where everybody get me wrong at You know what I mean I got that heat rock, for real Why do you think other rappers Lack the impact of your music? That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me You know what I mean They ain't spitting like me They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds I got the flu over here man, for real I need relief, y'all help me I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real And based on the bank, I'm doing much better than a lot of these niggas I'm tired of these niggas Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner I'm cocking back and passing They catch 'em in they sternum Ooh ooh that gone probably burn ya That gone probably learn ya To never ever ever, ever ever ever come around here no more Rich gangsters over here you gotta die with the broke bitch I'm the God I should ride with the Pope But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe yeah Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove Tell 'em bout my last show Tell 'em bout my last hoe You know, just born to mack Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah I'm in my prime niggas falling back That's right I'm coming baby yeah hard as crack Feel me And that's just what it is nigga If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit man straight up That's how I was taught that's how I was brought up And that's how I'm a go down man, for real Cash-Money Young-Money in your motherfucking throat bitch Swallow slow Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song Bitch |
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| 4:43 |
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Yea, real rap, real rap for ya, yeah
Lighters up, lets get 'em [Chorus] Though, though I'm missing you I'll find a way to get through I know living without ya is impossible (yea) Gone I know you goin' live on (cry momma, ya momma) Cause you were my brother (my sister) and I love ya, and I miss ya Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor Standing on stage in front of thousands Don't amount to me not having my father That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em And I'm without 'em, but that's life y'all Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard I'm alright God, shit I'm still breathing But lose hurt like bullets, I'm about to start bleeding Throw me down some comfort, cause my heart need it Trying to cope wit' my chances a needle There's a dark road ahead, but I'm trying to take it easy Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga [Chorus] (I miss my dog I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just trying to get over) And now we, Smoke kush all day and pop painkillers Fuck who don't understand it, this what the game did us This what the streets showed us This how the block made us, The same block where they laid 'em I pray every time I cross the spot on the pavement, save me Lord will I be next for the taking? Take me I know I'm living like I know when I'm coming But I'm just living cause I know that it's coming And the end is coming, but I ain't running I and hiding and ducking, I'm in the middle of a war, I'm alive and love it I'm just speaking from the heart of the dieing public We still beating, we goin' rise above it Though it seem like they cheatin' and we loosing We survive if nothing, they could never take the stride from struggling I gotta ride And sometimes that ride get bloody But I just think about my buddy and go after that money, but uh Oh, we gotta get over, we gotta get over, we gotta get over It's almost over, and we gon' be alright (I gotta get over, I gotta get over, cause bitch I'm a soldier) Straight Patron out the bottle to the head now We getting red now, bitch my nigga dead now And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now I should of said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds Now I gotta walk around, brim down Just trying to find my way to the next day, escape Ya birthday could be ya death date So I'm living like it was just yesterday, let's pray Ten fingers together, can't bring 'em together It's murder murder, I don't think it get better So be a competitor or get out the weather Me? I got a umbrella and a Beretta I'm just trying to make sure my daughter future progressing And behind that, I'm shooting excessive, trust me The beautiful dead, we living wit the ugly I just tell my pops wait for me, I'm coming Though, though I'm missing you I'll find a way to get through I know living without ya is impossible (yea) Gone I know you goin' live on (cry momma, ya momma) Cause you were my brother (my sister) and I love ya, and I miss ya (I miss my dog I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over) Though, though I'm missing you I'll find a way to get through I know living without ya is impossible (yea) Gone I know you goin' live on (cry momma, ya momma) Cause you were my brother (my sister) and I love ya, and I miss ya (I miss my dog I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over Can't stay sober, I'm just trying to get over) They ask me why I wear shades at nighttime, Cause I don't wanna see nothing! Yea, Like I said, Life ain't nothing but a long extended road, keep driving I done passed up plenty people up on the side of road, No help, keep going Yea, lost a lot of passengers on the ride, kept going yep, Who knows when I'll run outta gas. Yea. |
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| 2:25 |
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[Lil Wayne] 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 [Verse 1] 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 And until I die I'm Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE |
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