Lil' Wayne

<i>[Lil Wayne]</i>
He he hee
I'm a young playa nigga, (what)
I get the game from the big tymers, nigga (what, what)
Who else? (Speak on it) On the real nigga, on the real nigga
Respect the game
Cuz I got the game

<i>[Lil Wayne]</i>
Y'all know who I is
Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz
See me front in back with the wood all around
Plus I got that *boom boom* surround sound
Don't hate on me boy if you do *pow* get down
Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground
But on the other hand, I'ma keep running man
I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man
We stuntas man
I might stumble across a grand and give it to you wifey
And watch how she *slurp* on my pipey like a Icee
I might be in a Range that night
I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight
I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right
But if I lose, its cool, that's some change lil shite
That ain't nothing
I ain't doing nothing if I, I ain't stunting
Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming.

<i>[Baby]</i>
Slow yo roll lil one
You ain't glad its bought
And Ms. Pat and gray head over there
In the back card gambling
At the bar dranking
But go head, just be quiet with 'em lil one

<i>[Lil Wayne]</i>
Broads I use 'em
Hatas I bluse 'em
My whole front grill is full of confusion
Got dammit
Weezy pull up in a Porsche, expanded (expanded)
I was to the back, niggas couldn't stand it
Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished
I got it like that
Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches
Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches
Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches
Million dolla man baby tear da beasy
Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier
Sammy, Mario, tody Taz, that's my posse
And what
You might see me dippin low in a Benz truck
Tell yo girl hello
I done did her, what you muggin me for
Keep playin with me, I'll put a slug in yo do

<i>[Mannie]</i>
Now looky here, young blood
Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt
Don't make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass
Now keep doing what you doing
Go head

Y'all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs
Play with me boy I give you cancer like menthol
Cough cough cough up
Got a cat eye benz on brollas
They call us
Uptown shiners
Original hot boy$ baby, big tymers
I spit game
Get in they head, they be like, ??Quit Wayne!??br>Half hour later, I'm in they split man
Hehehehe it be kicks man
Let me get real
I'll kill on the battlefield
Steal for the scrill
I will never leave my clique nigga, I'm to trill
I'm a little peepsqueal
But I'm a ape in that jungle
And if you get it twisted,
Nigga, I'm taking yo lover
I mean I'm raping yo lover
Leave her taste in my rubber
I'm a playa nigga, I'm a playa

I met her when I was young and she was younger
With a body like woman so her age meant nothing
I had to get her number
After how she made them daisy doots fit her all summer
I'm wishing I could hit her all summer
And all she ever wanted
Was for young Weezy to love her
But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and dump her
But that didnt come easy
'Cuz she ended up being my baby's mother
and then I felt smothered but little did I know
I'd never find the same girl inside another
But I never thought that I'd be looking for her
And I never thought that late at night
When I'm in the mix...laying down with some chick
That suddenly it'll click
How this broad in my drawers dont know shit
Bout what I did 'fore I was big
When's there's a woman with my kid where I should be
She screamed to me (What?)
My love, my patience, my pain (OK)
Nigga please
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I met her after the fame
And she aint even like me but I got her after the game
Mami was a nice piece, young Cali sweet thang
Made her into wifey and then reality changed
It was going good...I was happy again
But then things got rapidly strange
And it had to be Wayne
She was still a virgin
What more could I ask from a dame
But I was a bastard...I asked for the pain
Now my ass in the rain
And she got a new life...the picture flipped
And none of it includes Weez and all his bullshit (Shit)
And I remember the Bahamas for the weekend

<i>[Lil' Wayne]</i>
Aw aw
Aw aw!
Aw aw!!
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin', black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see tha left hand buggin', nigga, respect it
But if you see tha left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin'
Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brotha
Jump out and shoot K's, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brotha
It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
Uhhh, hang up and try again
I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again
Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten
Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, fam
My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude VanDamme
About'chu, 'cause we don't play around
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
Take tha ground that you walk on
Tap tha phones that you talk on
Jam ya up and take your arms off
I hit you twice with tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your head fall off... fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what)
I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
numb-nut
I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what
I'm standin' there like all mine
Run through your click like a weak defensive line
Doggy fresh

<i>[Turk]</i>
You want war, nigga, let's beef... beef
We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets... streets
I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet
Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat
What ya.. know, I'm tha one from tha T.C.
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G)
On fire, nigga, label, that's a HB
And if I can't kill you.. killin' your family (family)
Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see
How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB
And I know you all know about Slim and B
We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the Baby still servin' niggas for ten a key... nigga

<i>[Lil' Wayne]</i>
Aw, aw, aw, look
Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body
Call me that lil' nigga with tha Role... fulla diamonds
Call me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma holler
With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem
Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him
Ch-uh.. chop him
Put tha flame to him
All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him
'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be.. doin' tha best at thangs
That mean I gotta wear a vest that day
I really think them niggas jealous... of tha sparkle in my necklace
He ain't ready.. he ain't ready

20120126
slayers98







Timeless Love

Yuhki Kura..







Heartstrings

Yuhki Kura..







Second Romance

Yuhki Kura..






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I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmation doggy Deep
And fly with the tongue so if u feelin froggy leap
Kermit you better think before you ribbit
Don't be murdered over your song before add libit
I pop up like exzibit
Forget it I'm at your krivitz
Not to put no f**kin fish tanks in your civics
F**k getting your ride pimped
Ull get hard tyed wimped
Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp
It's been a good year maybe I shud ride with blimp
Cause your boy jus stay above the game
They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame
But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another name
Take dis family for a joke play dem wayan brothagames
And I'm a get u sucka I be scheming with dis keenin
Aimin with dis damon
I'm puttin dat major pain in
My lil man zonia marlon and shonia
Lay da beef on dis noodle
Make some noodle lasagna
40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta
You reach for dis medalion you must like italian, nigga
You only see me pushin if the drivers tired
I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired
The drop top, dey say his social drive expired
So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab


Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
Yeaa money u wud never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me


I'm on da grind till da police come
With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb
Or... I let that semi twirl ya
Now you could follow the drip
Cause one shot outta the clip will jerry curl you
Wen you sloppy like seconds
Obey me like peasents
Or get opened up like presents
Please, my yung boys whilin for respect
Slit your throat, have you smilin witcha neck
Say cheese
My doughs a bit longer
My flow is jus slaughter
My wrists look like frozen poland spring water
So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with
I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive shit
Havent u all heard (what?)
Ya'll all herbs(yup)
I stick toothpicks(where)
In ya aw-derbs
Listen,
I'm a shark, ya'll jus coyfish(whatelse)
Octopus(whatelse)
Oysters
Haha
I got my eye on your wifey now(yea)
I'll have her lick me up(up)
And den wipe me down(down)
She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn)
She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)*
She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da burn
So I gave her knee pads for da rug(haha)
It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle
U surfboy dudes get wiped out(totally)


Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me


Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 umma a get me 2
It's weezy f u now u gotta hava baby
My money don't fold nor bends
Mercedes maybach, grey black
And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
F**k yo city yo town I state facts, take dat
No, better yet like diddy take dat
Wait rats I hate rats
I clean dem out like ajax
Got paper like A fax machine
Assaneen
Damn I mean assanon
Dappa don
After mine dere will be non
Damn I mean dere will be nun
I will be one
Of da greatest things u ever felt you ever seen or
Heard carter Harvard ya'll scared
Not me
Not I
Call me young popeye
Tell bruno I'm a nuno
I'll bring ral to your funrol
Damn I mean funeral funerol
You say tomato I say tamata
U say get em I say got em
Yea I got em
Man u better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems
I be wildin like capital one... what is in your wallet
You fly
But what is it to pilot
Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom
Damn I mean foot up in your ass
I kick dat shit now gon put it in da trash
Diesel


Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf**ka
Yeaa money u ain't never see *yeaa
yeaa uh
You ain't got nuthin on me


Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka
Shades darker den a bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You aint got nuthin on me

Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka
Big money nigga, big money nigga, big money nigga
Yeaa

I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmation doggy Deep
And fly with the tongue so if u feelin froggy leap
Kermit you better think before you ribbit
Don't be murdered over your song before add libit
I pop up like exzibit
Forget it I'm at your krivitz
Not to put no f**kin fish tanks in your civics
F**k getting your ride pimped
Ull get hard tyed wimped
Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp
It's been a good year maybe I shud ride with blimp
Cause your boy jus stay above the game
They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame
But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another name
Take dis family for a joke play dem wayan brothagames
And I'm a get u sucka I be scheming with dis keenin
Aimin with dis damon
I'm puttin dat major pain in
My lil man zonia marlon and shonia
Lay da beef on dis noodle
Make some noodle lasagna
40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta
You reach for dis medalion you must like italian, nigga
You only see me pushin if the drivers tired
I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired
The drop top, dey say his social drive expired
So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab


Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
Yeaa money u wud never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me


I'm on da grind till da police come
With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb
Or... I let that semi twirl ya
Now you could follow the drip
Cause one shot outta the clip will jerry curl you
Wen you sloppy like seconds
Obey me like peasents
Or get opened up like presents
Please, my yung boys whilin for respect
Slit your throat, have you smilin witcha neck
Say cheese
My doughs a bit longer
My flow is jus slaughter
My wrists look like frozen poland spring water
So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with
I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive shit
Havent u all heard (what?)
Ya'll all herbs(yup)
I stick toothpicks(where)
In ya aw-derbs
Listen,
I'm a shark, ya'll jus coyfish(whatelse)
Octopus(whatelse)
Oysters
Haha
I got my eye on your wifey now(yea)
I'll have her lick me up(up)
And den wipe me down(down)
She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn)
She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)*
She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da burn
So I gave her knee pads for da rug(haha)
It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle
U surfboy dudes get wiped out(totally)


Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me


Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 umma a get me 2
It's weezy f u now u gotta hava baby
My money don't fold nor bends
Mercedes maybach, grey black
And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
F**k yo city yo town I state facts, take dat
No, better yet like diddy take dat
Wait rats I hate rats
I clean dem out like ajax
Got paper like A fax machine
Assaneen
Damn I mean assanon
Dappa don
After mine dere will be non
Damn I mean dere will be nun
I will be one
Of da greatest things u ever felt you ever seen or
Heard carter Harvard ya'll scared
Not me
Not I
Call me young popeye
Tell bruno I'm a nuno
I'll bring ral to your funrol
Damn I mean funeral funerol
You say tomato I say tamata
U say get em I say got em
Yea I got em
Man u better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems
I be wildin like capital one... what is in your wallet
You fly
But what is it to pilot
Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom
Damn I mean foot up in your ass
I kick dat shit now gon put it in da trash
Diesel


Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf**ka
Yeaa money u ain't never see *yeaa
yeaa uh
You ain't got nuthin on me


Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka
Shades darker den a bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You aint got nuthin on me

Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka
Big money nigga, big money nigga, big money nigga
Yeaa

Ah no the fights out
somebody's about to get their lights knocked out
A little opera for ya
Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive Miss Nivea

[Chorus:]
Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like yeah...ya, ya, ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like yeah...ya, ya, ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like yeah...ya, ya, ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...ya, ya, ya

ATL where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell
I met a fly guy then we switched the cells
Under the influence so I can hardly tell
If he was the one for me
Popy doing this, popy doing that
Big thangs under the Cadillac
I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter
Walk threw the club niggas be like what tha
Shorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher
Maybe on the weekend or something I get witcha
We did the damn thang and you was all crazy
Now you want to pull me up like I'm your lady

[Chorus:]

Hey ladies, what's the word?
Some of these cats got a lot of nerve
Trying to run game, but I'm about to serve
Gotta have dough 'cause I love to splurge. Gucci and Fendi
Come scoop me up on your motorcycle
Once we get alone then you can rock the result
And if you promise to treat me right
Boy I guarantee I keep this thing locked tight
You thugged out with a lot of loot
Sweetheart I'm so proud of you
But I'm not going you break the rules
What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it

[Chorus:]

Hey can you feel the brand new day
All my superstars came out to play
To see the thug child from around the way
This type of thing happens like everyday

I keep it real and intensive
Me no speak ya, ya 'cause my grill is expensive
Don't mean to be offensive
I know you probably run across a bunch of scrubs
With dis-functioned tongs
All in your mug, talk a whole bunch umm
But me I just want your love
Me I'm bucch of thug, big heart but I punctured some
But I'm trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugs
For real, I ain't just talking whatever mommy
We could get together and make a bunch of us
And I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of fuss
Over young wiz but I'm getting at Niv holla
Don't brother me with your yada
I'm good with little mama and she good with big papa
I'm hood and she real proper
ATL Shorty and New Orleans Don Dada
Anything else is ya, ya, ya

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

클럽(club)&힙합..
DJ.hsh







The Way It Was

Wolfgang G..







It Girl

Jason Deru..







Daylight (Club mix) (Feat. Melissa Loretta)

Yuri Kane






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You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
Because I won't let y'all worry me
I got something chrome that I carry with me
It's Young Weezy Wee y'all ain't scaring me
I'm the seventeen don till they bury me
Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay
I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay
I'm so fly I'm the Birdman Jaya
Stunting in the gray uh
Shortie play your player
Slick clean hey ya
Fifteen riding with me spray ya
You don't want no drama with me play fa
Keep low or it's murda she wrote pussy nigga
I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking
Plus my late pops still looking
Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp
Think it's all big fish I don ate the shrimp
Roll out with the hood cuz I'm so damn street
I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me
And that's how Weezy Wee be
And y'all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo
Knowing on my waist is the sizzo
Wheezy so hot glock ten and a pistol
Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil
Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential
I stick to my mental
Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple
Forget I'm getting rich for a cent
Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip you
90 on the highway seeing what the whip do
Cops get behind me they want see the whip too
S-Q professor C-M-B alumni
Everybody else fails except the young guy
Don't worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine
Got th

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Shawty badder than a 3 year old
Keep playing and I'm a eat her like a pita roll
I'm just sayin with my love I could feed her soul
Today, get away and we don't need our clothes
We at the pool and she lookin like a center fold
Two tattoos but she say she gettin plenty mo
She got Indian in her family, seminol
Me and shawty go together like chemicals
And she get mad when I call other woman hoes
You send a Rolls, I pick some flowers and send her those
Tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode
Two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe
I whisper in her ear, than lick around her lobe
And when she check her watch, it's never time to go
And with her brain she should make the honor roll
And when I came she called me like the comical

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
God damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit

[Hook: Drake]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With youuuu and only you

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh I say damn I must be left cause you the best I ever seen right
Shawty put me on, you got me gone like some green lights
See you with your girls, they probably telling that he ain't right
Bet they be the same bitches at the wedding throwing rice
Let's get together over night
Shawty I'm a pro and you are lookin like the protoype
But see that I took your advice,
Sometimes you got to blow it twice then shake it up and roll the dice
I'm crusin on the road of life but I need a passenger
Appettite for lovin, ma I'm hungry like a scavenger
I-I be on that lavender
I-I be in the bath with her
Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
God damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit

[Hook: Drake]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With youuuu and only you

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Now she don't know about me
But I'm a put her on it
And she ain't show up out me
But can't go without me
We probably ain't supposed to be together
But I wonder if our love affair her could last forever
And shawty I'm with ya
Smoke alot of weed but I could never forget ya
Then I told her to her face,
If everyone was like you the World would be a better place

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
God damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit

[Hook: Drake]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With youuuu and only you

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Damn you the shit
I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight-

[Outro: Drake]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With youuuu and only you

(Lil Wayne)
Look look look - don't play with me
Look look look
Huh? Huh? Look
Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things
Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains
Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne
I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy
Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it
One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven
Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready
Come and get it - it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever
Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater
I'm just terror, or better yet, horror or drama
And tomorrow I'ma hit the block and barrow your momma
Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas
Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers
And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali
When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family

(Hook (Lil Wayne))
Don't play with me - I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
And I pop my gun
Better hide and run

(Lil Wayne)
What is this that done got me in your district? Twist it
Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians
I'm tipsy - I've been sippin' on that Hennessy, people
Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people
Seventeen creeper is who I - what I - be, dog
The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five
In heat, dog? It's your life or me, dog
On four tires, or feet, dog
I still be on the block sweepin'
Nobody is not sleepin'
Got me in all black with a gun in a palm
Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome
Dummy, it's on - ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff
cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump
and passin' a blunt - me circle once to see if he dead
Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead
But, dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid
I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge
Huh?!

(Hook (Lil Wayne))
Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

(Lil Wayne)
You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T
On the back street of your block in the back seat
I'ma cap three at the first coward I up and see
I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet
When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach
Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday
Nigga shouldn't've played tough - wouldn't've got his head bust
Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff
Now you're gatted up, full of that vodka and weed added up
Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up
Crack in the tongue of my kicks
Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I'm runnin' the strip
I know you see me: Little Wheezy killaholeezy
A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy
You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes
Cutthroatin', connivin' killers, but that's all I know
Huh? Huh? Huh?

(Hook (Lil Wayne))
Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Nigga, bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet' not play with me
Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh)
Look look look
Look look look
Whoa

ooo girl you nasty
ooo girl you nasty
ooo girl you nasty
ooo girl you nasty
ooo that girl nasty
ooo girl you nasty
ooo that girl nasty

<i>[chorus]</i>
she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather
she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater
she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather
she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater

<i>[verse 1]</i>
shes a nymphomaniac
brainiac
literally the smartest and the taken fact
she like girls so every girl is her theme song
she jump up on that dick and get her trampoline on
im tryna tell her how sexy she look wit cream on
and all she wanna know is why i still got my jeans on
bounce till the springs gone
roger till you cant continue
head board of the bed banging like a gang member
and when i gotta headache i dont do the normal nursin
when my skull hurtin yea she my skull surgeon
she don't care if she get her hair or her neck pulled
she could go all night her heart pumped, red bull

<i>[chorus]</i>
she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather
she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater
she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather
she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater

<i>[verse 2]</i>
wild wild west dough, though them girls white
really give that best dome
do do head, suck me dead
leave that coffin wet, rub this lube up on yo chest
playin wit yo tittie pits, fennin like a kid again
let the mammal in, hump ya like a camel skin
into her lions den, tiger dawg in this bitch
woof woof like Clifford no comic shit
she open it but bite them lips like piranha's head
put yo face way down, youz a gold digga
sayin' flippa no city but that ass bigga
young money nigga, we don't know none these niggas
his girlfriend da only thing i remember ca-cause..

<i>[chorus]</i>
she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather
she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater
she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather
she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater

<i>[verse 3]</i>
she got stamina, she got endurance
she drive my dick crazy, i need insurance
she got stretch marks, cause she got children
them bitches like Soulja Boy, they be round the house
yyyyyyyyyyoooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu'in
we never fuck in the bed it smell like urine (uuuhhh)
i'm get my dick sucked, what're you doin?
she's a nympho, she done fucked all my ken folk
she'll fuck you 14 weeks straight, copy that 10-4
she f*ck like a porn star, be bouncin like a bad check
head goin up and down like hydraulics in her neck
tee shirt with no panties on
she throw it back with no pain
and i aint talkin no domestic violence,
but she'll take your wife beater

<i>[verse 4]</i>
i don't know what to tell ya,
ca ca can't answer the phone imma have to email ya
she up in the spot, i just beat it round the clock
wife beater and some socks, wife beater and some socks
(w-w-w-wife beater and some socks, wife beater and some socks)
c-c-co she up in my spot, co she up in my spot
I just beat her round the clock, b b b beat her round the clock
she a nympho, she a nympho

<i>[chorus]</i>
she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather
she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater
she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather
she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater

ooo girl you nasty

I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
I said gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
Yea gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
(Jae Millz)
Baby we are so live you aint gotta check for a pulse
Its young money
But you can call us multiple choice
See you can choose me
Choose mack or gudda gudd, streets, drizzy, drake, tyga tyga
Or all the above
But no fallin in love
We just fuck until we fall out and we fall asleep
You wanna uptown hustla you can call on me
Im jae millz for my money I make moves
Like a R8 on the open street
I know youre nasty I can see it in your eyes
I can tell how you move its written all in your vibe
So fuck ya man cuz what he livin is a lie
He commercial its only 10 seats on them planes that we fly
Plus im fly
And no exaggeration but im so high fuck a plane
Ill get you to your destination
Holla at ya mizzan its young money
Life is good fuck the forecast cuz everyday is sunny
(Lil Wayne)
"well not actually cause I make it rain"
Whatever you like
Yea you can pick the weather you like
Ok
Jae millz, gudda gudda, taz po, t-streets, mack main, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

Umm..
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who I go with I say whoever wanna go

And we can go wherever you like
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who im fuckin I say whoever wanna know
And I can fuck whoever I like
(Gudda Gudda)
Got my 2 fingers out the roof see me reppin out
The levi's is skinny so im walkin wit the weapon out
2 bitches on my arm get my don won on
Watch the ho's go crazy when the boys song on
Multicolored stones on, we gettin money, yeah
I get my styrofoam on, my cup muddy
Yeah I walk down on ya bitch, then I run away wit her
Let her do what she like, then I have my way wit her
I aint tryna play wit her, I aint tryna stay wit her
Im just tryna dick her down nigga you can lay wit her
So give me myspace light dot com
Im funk master flex with the flow I drop bombs
Young gudda money bags, thats what they callin me
Shittin on you boys like im sittin on the toilet seat
Why M.O.B. we on that soprano shit
Everyday we blowing cash we be on that hammer shit
(Lil Wayne)
Like you cant touch this
Like you cant touch us with a pipe
But we can touch whoever we like
You could even do little.chucky, little twist, KY, bobby V, little scrap
Didnt say me, cuz I got a wife
So sorry not tonight

Ohh, but you can do
Gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

Yeah Im steppin out with my niggas tonight
And you could do whoever you like
You could do whoever you like

(toward end of verse)
You see i hope your math is right
Take you body as a sacrifice
You see them flashing lights
Welcome to afterlife

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

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

(Verse 1:)
Ok, you ain't know shit
It's weezy f baby like a newborn bitch
You ain't know shit
I put your girl to work now heres a uniform bitch
Pimpin over here
And I ain't santa clause but
i make it rain dear
Money out the ass
Yeah money out the rear.
Weezy at the plate
I could bunt it out of here
Safe as a mother fucker
Ain't no safety button on this mother fucker
Where the safe mother fucker?
That's the case
i can judge it
Weezy F. the ample fury
Hang 12 witnesses
That's what I call a hung jury
Brung Jerry Bling Bling
I made that but I don't even say that
As much as Judges Say that
That's way back
Boy you should catch up
It must of be
mine, theys
Long hair pretty eyes light skin fine legs,
Phat ass, skinny stomach, pretty feet, pretty woman
Walking down the street cause I put her out my jeep,
I don't save em, I slave em, they want weezy f,
I bad grade em, I don't degrade em, I serenade em,
100 on the charm
100 on the arm
Rings so thick I can't even make a fist
Nigga fuck how you do it cause I do it like this
Yeah, and I just do my wayne
And every time I do it I do my thang,
Yeah, and I just do my wayne
And every time I do it I do my thang,
i do it do it
i do it do it
i do it do it do it do it
i do it do it do it do it
i do it how i do it and i do it everyday
i do it how i do it and i do it everyday
say i do it how i do it when i do it everyday
and i whip it like a slave
like a mother fuckin slave
yes i whip it like a slave
yes i whip it like a slave
i whip it like a slave
like a mother fuckin slave
yea i whip it like a slave
like a mother fuckin slave
then i beat it i beat it
i beat it i beat i
i beat that....block
i beat that....block
i beat that....block
i beat that....block
i beat that block like it misbehaved
then i whip it, i whip it, i whip it, like a slave
i whip it whip it
i whip it whip it
whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it
beat it now beat it up
beat it i beat it up
beat it i beat it up
beat it beat it up

(Verse 2:)
kunta kinte on my shit nigga
Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
I'm in the garden sellin fruit to sinners
Like apples to Shaq
Hey big spender
And do remember
Just like Brenda
2 grand still get ya four and a baby
I'm a kill em when I drop like I'm holdin a baby
Weezy f, the F is for don't Forget the Baby
And bitch I've been hot but you don't know me from satan
And if your manning up you better show me your Peyton
But you pussies ain't ballin no sir
Not lately
Bricks get shipped
Bricks get cut
Dr. Carter, Nip & Tuck
Yeah but you could call me wayne
now watch me and my chain Gang
whip it whip it whip it
whip it whip it whip it
whip it whip it whip it
whip it whip it whip it
whip it whip it whip it
i beat that... block
i beat that... block
i beat that... block
i beat that... block
i beat it up
i beat it up
i beat it

(Verse 3:)
Yes it's me bitches
Duece Bigalow on these he bitches
Flu flow
Flyer then bird coupe like a two door
What do you know
I know the streets bitch
And this is my toilet
And you cant eat shit
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out
Cause I'm fly, like flyers they passin out
We mashin out,
We young Mula
I got that 12 Guage
Don't make me 1 2 ya
3 4 5 train bitch suwoop
If you ain't on my train bitch cho cho
Like you got my dick in your mizouth
And I'm a do me bitch with you or without
Shit always right sometimes
And from the top everybody look 1'9
And I'm 2'much
and numbers don't lie
And if they stop makin cadillacs
I swear I'm gon die
And if the weed man aint got no more Onions I'm a cry
And if if was a fifth then id rather drink wine
Shit... I'm a take my time
Now am I crazy or just lazy?
Cause I'm tired of ballin darlin
And I roll with my riders like it's harley party
And we roll with them choppers like it's a harley party
We all dressed in are red like it was a scarlet party
I was ballin in New Orleans way before the charolette hornets
I'm an x man bitch I ain't talkin marvel comics
Put the dirty dishes in the sank
No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, sasquach
No back talk, I act lost
But I bet that money find me
Your jewelry telling jokes
man You got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds
I got them money problems
That Christopher Wallace
Fuck bitches get money
Young money!
do it do it
do it do it
do it do it
do it
watch me beat it up lady
beat it up lady
wat u mean
no homo
i beat that...block
i beat that...block
i beat that...block
i beat that
and then i
whip it
whip it
whip it
pimpin
young mula baby

All my niggaz if you with me
Where you at? (OH!)
All my soldiers if you with me
Where you at? (OH!)
All my hustlaz if you with me
Where you at? (OH!)
Where you at? (OH!)
Where you at? Say (OH!)
Niggaz if you with me
Let me hear you say (OH!)
Soldiers if you with me
Let me hear you say (OH!)
Hustlaz if you with me
Let me hear you say (OH!)
Say, say (OH!)
Say, say (OH!)

Aye (OH!)
I come and do my thang and hold down my SIDE
Single Street man throw my set up HIGH
Weezy Wee gang call them boys that SQUAD
That Squad...SQUAD UP! YOU KNOW
And WE get a lot of dough on the strength of ME
Get a lot of 'dro for the strength of FEE
Get a lot of blow
But keep that on the D
D what?...DL! YOU KNOW
And OH you don't wanna fuck with a nigga
'Cuz a nigga might fuck with the trigger
Leave a nigga on the FLO'
Truly I don't buck with you nigga
Let my tooly talk talk to you nigga
Bitch man is an itch to a rich man WHOA
'20s on the six with the kicks sitting LOW
Sticky in my swish man gasoline FLO'
Fire spit man Weezy is about to BLOW
YA KNOW!

Aye (OH!)
Pass the pine to the pimp old juice killer
Catch your eye in one glimpse old school with the
Ass up high the front dip drip BAM
Mami like DAMN Lil' Wayne STOP PLAYING
Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father
It's the Birdman and Birdman J.R.
Flip them birds man eighteen grand just order
Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter
YEAH! Tity baby put it in the AIR
I'm jumping out this atmoSPHERE
And I'm jumping in your bitch if she at a PLAYER
Jumping in the painted thing on that Dang-A-Dangs
You see

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, life on the rocks
too hard to swallow
so we get high till it feel like the sky low
ya'll boys just a bunch of p-ssy cats milo
money is the song, pockets on high note
do ra me faso
I rock like a fossil, big ball sh-t, Paul Castellano
shoot ya ass up, now crawl out the condo
thats that nine n-gga, lil rando
sleeping with the enemy so I f-ck the World
to Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl
the sweetest southern girl
(sweetest southern girl)

[Nicki Minaj]
this is times up
put your signs up
made em pick my dude
out the line up
baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
you see many are called
very few are chosen
looking at the wall
you can feel them close in
baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, mind over matter
money over all
the World is on my shoulders,
shall I dust my shoulders off?
uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls
f-ck the bullsh-t, but just don't f-ck it raw man
p-ssy has a pattern and I know where I'm going
and if you got beef I turn into a tenderloin
sanity kills so I live the crazy life
I wonder if you'll pay attention if I change the price
life is my wife, till death do us part
man I'm fly as f-ck you aint even next to depart
quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art

[Lil Wayne]
stepping on the bullsh-t
you can be my doormat
y'all aint going nowhere with that hatin' shit, four flat
disrespectful on the beat, Borat
f-ck the system and the p-ssy wasn't all that
yeah, now time's gettin' shorter
life on ya head like f-cking read carter now
dont you cross me, you do better crossing the border
so much money piled up I'm a muthafucking hoarder

What is it that I haven't done yet ahhh
Grammys, ahhh emi, ha angelina jolie, katie holmes, martha stewart, oprah winfrey
Mama blanco (laughs), sarah palin,( what we looking in her), Im at her next
Straight up Im at sarah palin next
I love a bitch who wear glasses
Bitch who keep them glasses straight on
Keep them bitches on while we cutting up
In that (not understandable)(they better not fall off)
Bitch gonna come out tell ya bitch gonna come out

The next day get on the mike at the ahhh what they call
The debate that bitch gonna say
LIL WAYNE FOR PRESIDENT!!(laughs) LIL WAYNE, LIL WAYNE!!!(laughs)
Dont she blow the flute or something?
I'll be up there with the guitar she'd be up there with the flute
Talking bout DODODODODODO call me and i can make it juicy for ya!

Baby"Ghetto Biotch!

(chorus)'what does lif mean to me?
cars clothes an a lot of jewerly.
what does life mean to me?
a fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty.
What does life mean to me?
drinken, pimpen an a whole lot of weed.
what does life mean to me?
every things right what we said, please believe me
(Baby) "Talken"

[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood
(Where the hood at)
(Where the hood at)
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it everybody got it

Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevy's
24?s so you know we roll heavy

Welcome to my hood
They outside playing hopscotch
And every know this is the hot spot

Welcome to my hood
Them boys will put you down on your knees
(Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police
In my hood

[Rick Ross]
Audemar on my wrist
Diamond, look like they glowing
50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing
Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin'
Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em
Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz
I got possession of a federal offence
I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent
So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt
Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga
Blow that bitch on a bottle
The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back
Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Plies]
I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga
I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga
If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us
And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable
And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us
And why is the half of my whole hood on papers
Some are on house arrest, some are on child support
Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court
Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note
Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo
I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores
We throw our money round here, but y'all can...

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad
And they say time fly's, well mine's first class
I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets
I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach
Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass
Pockets on Monique
Bitch I'm from the murder capital
Hoe, I'm far from practical
Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to
Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot
I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot
All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out
Got it sewn up, check the thread count

[T-Pain - Chorus]

YO
Whats popping
Hello world,
As i usually say
He he
My name is it's not important
Whats more important is
What i told you all
And what i told you all was,
On the carter 1,
And everything else i said, im the best rapper alive quote or unquote
Now you all believe me
He he
And since so far the dedication has been in your life

The carter has been in your life
Gangsta grillz has been in your life
So the game has existed before us, but, it was never the same after us
He he he
Don't you agree?
Well, without furthur ado,
Im going to shut the fuck up
And we go again into this trilogy
Dedication 3 baby
YEA

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

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

Jim Jones:
This is 9 Trey News
I'm Jimmy Jones here wit' your weather
We apologize for the drought all week
But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend
We finna make it rain on you muthaf**kas
Ya heard me

Hook
Stack Bundles:
Weatherman with that money
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Weatherman with that paper
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Weatherman with that Kenny
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
(Repeat)

Verse 1
Jim Jones:
I'm Rick James
"I'm rich bitch" is what I tell her
Just left the bank, I took 50 from the teller
I finna make it rain, so get you an umbrella
We also make it snow, we cocaine gram sellers
Ballin', gettin' high, dollars fallin' from the sky
Big reefer cloud, got a stormin' inside
Pourin' outside, I'm usually flooring when I drive
That a buck 60 feels like you soaring in the sky
Blowing money on the liquor (twisted)
We at the strip joint blowing money on the bitches
We standing on the bar throwing money like a pitcher
But nigga, I ain't slippin', got a fully-loaded trigger
And that can cause a heatwave
I mean, you diggin' you a deep grave
Niggaz Trump yo' ass, have you missin' you for three days
Cam said that this nigga's a sucka
And that means that this nigga's a sucka
You heard that, I'm the

Hook
Jim Jones:
Weatherman with that money
I make it rain on 'em (Ballin')
Weatherman with that paper
I bought a Range on 'em (Capo)
20 grand worth of money
I baught champaigne
I make it rain on 'em
Just let it rain on 'em
(Repeat)

Verse 2
Lil' Wayne:
Weezy-F**kin'-Baby
Got 'em a leash
Young Money, Dipset, you better believe
That gun got me walkin' like I got irregular knees
I be all over the bread like sesame seeds
Automatic with the money like Reggie for 3
Haha, big birds, no Sesame Street
Bitch, I'm too clean, they ain't messing with me
I'm just tryna see me decimals peak
These niggaz just lighter than some vegetable meat


These niggaz just sweet like a ta-he-she treat
Okay, they say I'm fulla hot air, then I release the heat
Split a nigga from his teeth to feet
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout (yeah)
Yadadamean like Keak Da Sneak
I go dollar for dollar, week for week
Yeah, and Birdman said you niggaz is bitches (yeah)
So that mean you niggaz is bitches
And me, I'm the

Hook
Lil' Wayne:
Weatherman with that money
I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper
I make it rain on 'em
Still ballin' after the hurricane
I'm the weatherman with that money
I make it rain on 'em

Hook:
Stack Bundles:
Weatherman with that money
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Weatherman with that paper
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Weatherman with that Kenny
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)

Verse 3
Stack Bundles:
Look, nothin' changed
I'm shot-callin' like I'm supposed to be
Ballin' like a supposed to B
I spoil her like she supposed to be
Find something bad, bag her like groceries
Lifestyle like Six Flags, I'm rollercoasterly
Pockets fulla Kenny's, these niggaz ain't gettin' money like I was
I make it rain on 'em
They throwing scattered showers
Wet, I'm the muthaf**kin' weatherman
Tornado money, can't fit it in the rubberband
Check the news, it's gon' be a cloudy forecast
And when I move, a couple goons in that R-Class
She want a dopeboy nigga that do numbers
her Smile like lightning and a ass like thunder (Yeah)
I shows out and the hoes all love it
And when it stops drizzling the floor's all flooded (Yessir)
And one night, blew bezel and charm money
F**k it, it's nothin', I'm still spending Desert Storm money
Yeah

Hook
Stack Bundles:
Weatherman with that money
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Weatherman with that paper
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Weatherman with that Kenny
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
(Repeat)

[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

[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

Look'a here... (Umm-hmm...)
This how we gon' do this...

up the turntables,
Wolfe, get on the keyboard...
And we gon' run it, ya heard...

What
What?
Nigga, huh?
Huh?
Nigga, what?
What?!
What?
Check!

I'm shootin', flee
Pollutin' you and your niggas, betta run from me
Comin' through in a strap... with a 223
You be losin' your life when you caught up... in beef
What? Nigga nigga, shiiiit!
Now, I'm ridin', ride
With a K on my side
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Byy-bahda-by-by-by
Huh? Nigga, what? Takin' me for a joke, and watch me hurt cha
Boys there, they be commercial... I beat 'em 'til they purple
I'm a lil' bitty nigga, but I got a big ole chop, 2's that'll kill 50 niggas
Didja do it? Thought it was cool?
But cha still in it, nigga
Your so ugly with your boys, but I'm still pretty, nigga
Lil' Wayne representin'
I cut like blades, I bust heads, and break legs
I tear up dreads, take our breads, now go figure
What? From tha 17th, I back down from no nigga
Had me four deep in four cars on your block with four triggas
Man... ya'll niggas ain't up for this!!
Ya'll hatin' on me, you can suck my dick!
Didn't I tell ya ta chill?
Guerrilla, you can play if you want
Find yourself in tha back-a my trunk
Ho, feminine punk!

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Now, nigga, what?! Huh?! (What?!)
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, huh?! What?! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, I say what?! Huh?! Huh?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, huh?! What?! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!

Now I be Wayne Wayne Wayne... from CMB
50 shots, flame flame flame... from artillery
Bullets, they stain stain stain... burn like rubber on tha streets
(Screech!) If you can't hang, find your way from 'round me
Lil' soldier in all black off-a A.N.E.
I pullin' ego, my nigga, so ain't no playin' me
Yeah, I may be... a lil' small and all that
But I'm 'bout war, totin' a gat, flippin' a car and all that
Now freeze! Me and my g's hitchyour hood like fleas
Soldier rag, black 'Bauds, white T's, and Ree's
Please, tell me that you was fulla weed
When you said you want beef
'Cause I don't think nonna ya'll famileez wan' see ya'll bleed
I know what tha hell it be
Ya'll niggas don't listen up when we speak
I be ten-deep
Lettin' 223's chop trees
(?) told me not ta be weak, and let a nigga play me
So he... who take tha biggest bite, lose all-a his teeth
Hook up wit Juve, Turk, and B.G.
Open niggas like ki'
G... I bet some g's, boy, can't wet a HB
Or Steve's... CMB's make tha scene off tha heez
All ya'll beef-b's be seized when we ride... g's!

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Nigga, what! Huh! What!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what, nigga, what?! Nigga, huh?!
Watcha wanna do?!
I say what! Huh! What!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what! Huh?!
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!

Look, dog... you can be stupid if want, watch, it be war
Or all you drive tha car, I hit tha block and.. cut 'em off
Whole nation gon' fall... when Wayne spins tha cut
Guns up, nigga, what!... I clutch and bust
Niggas duck and hide... when.. I.. ride
I load tha forty-five, and explode on your side
My niggas, Mike and Mario, they got some 2's for me
And I spin a nigga ben until he use ta me
I'm on a 3000-dollar duck.. on your block, just waitin'
Nonna dem niggas could take me, I was too in-tox-i-cat-ed
But, nigga, if you want war with me, besta be 'bout your issue
Hit your set with.. my nigga with them things ta split cha
Picture a lil' nigga dressed in black... with a big ole gun
In front'chyour house, shootin', 'baahhh!!!'.. hollerin' out, 'Nigga,
what?!'

Nigga, what! Huh! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what! Huh! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, I say huh?! What?!
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!
Have me in all black, bustin' back at your crew!
Now I say, what! Huh! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
I say, huh?! What?!
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what?! Huh?!
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!
Have me in all black, bustin' at your crew!
What! What! What!
Huh?! Huh?!
Nigga nigga nigga, what ch'all want?
Nigga, what ch'all niggas wan' do?
Nigga, what?!... Huh?!... Huh?!

And in here is where the heroine boil
And I also got a large pot of cigarette oil, that
Embalmming fluid illiterate are you
That's ok man I got the medicine for you
I got, I got, I got the amphetamine for you
Got that vitamin D or UG for your shorty
One window to let the dawn in
Cuz we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning
We dump in and pump out
I showed you this window for you to jump out
You on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growin
No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sam's or Jakes
Round here its all gravy, ham and steak
Mama cookin that up here have a plate
That's mama Carter she's a basket case
But I make sure her sandwich's and napkins straight
You pic wit this picnic and I'm at your face
I say I'm at your throat, this was the carter slam the door, go

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

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

Look, where I go from here?
Just lost my father last year
But I still, remain to keep it real like dollar bills
I drop tears, can't believe my daddy's gone
Rabbit come home, why ya left us all alone?
But I'm comin man
Just wait at the gates, I'ma be runnin man
Arms open, eyes wide, full a love
You watched me come up from a scrub
Now ya see ya son ridin everyday on dubs
But I wish, I could share them times wit' you
It got me pissed, this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dawg, we really miss ya
And it ain't all that cool livin off pictures
Ah man, visit while I'm sleep, write a note or call me
Can't believe you left me to be a small man
But I know it wasn't meant to be
That's why I suck up all the game that you sent to me

<i>[Hook 2x]</i>
It's up to you, Wayne, nigga, stay up and keep it real
It's all on you, man, my nigga, I know how you feel
Just be strong, 'cause everythang gon' be alright
I know it's hard tryna make but it's gon' be alright

Alright I know it, see I got a child
I know I'm young, but when you left dawg, thangs got wild
I know you probably sayin 'damn, you raisin children now?'
But it's all gravy I'm with Baby makin millions now
So I still smile
I'm takin care ya wife bra
Ain't nothin changed, if I still come home late at night she fuss
But it's still the ol' same ol', same ol'
Thangs go, up and down like rainbows, we maintain though
So you know who payin the bills now, ah hah
Still flossin, give my audience the chills, ah hah
I got all my game from you, man I ain't gon' lie
But I'm still thuggin nigga, playa you think I ain't gon' ride?
But Slim and B done slowed me done and brought the talent out me
Yeah Slim and B done showed me 'round, all a the Jags around me
And I ain't goin' no where, that nigga stuck wit' me
And make you and my people happy, man it's up to me

<i>[Hook]</i>

I know you know I'm thinkin' 'bout ya, you be on my mind
I know ya see me everytime watchin the boys shine
And I know that ya see I put out my own CD
And picture this, your little boy even on TV
But I swear it's off the heezy, Weezy
Say it's cool, you can believe me, I like how they treat me
I'm doin' what ya say, don't let a nigga try me
And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me
Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby
Oh yeah, and I don't leave my room sloppy
But the same thang make ya laugh, make ya cry
And everybody that ya love it's like they have to die
I pray to the Lord everyday and ask him why
And ask him to bless your soul everytime I pass by
I know he doin' it, and leavin all the love to me
And I'ma prove it, and show ya daddy it's up to me

<i>[Hook 3x]</i>

I mean it's up to me man
Just watch over me
And it's gon' be all gravy man
Leavin big, treatin me all good
Everythang else be all good
Rest in peace ya heard me
I'll be there

[Verse 1]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever
It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher
It's all there papa, you ain't even got to measure
Laughing at how my old bitches look jealous
Well what goes around comes around: propellers
Money Over Bitches, M.O.B, goodfellas
Cut our ears off, ain't shit you could tell us
Write your name on the bullet, that's a fuckin love letter
If I ain't a trending topic, I'm a fucking trend-setter

[Hook]
I'm on two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever
It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser

[Verse 2]
If you're scared, go to church, Mason Betha
Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasing a leopard
The pussy wetter, wetter than it's ever been
But she gone probably try to cross the line like a Mexican
I ain't on that bullshit, shorty fine as fuck though
Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain't cut-throat
Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow
Shoot so many times I'mma choke off the gunsmoke
Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain
Pay me no mind but I don't have change
I cock back and aim at your membrane
Broad day, no mask, close range

[Hook]
You can get two shots from wherever
You can get two shots from whoever
It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together
I should probably do better but probably, whatever

[Verse 3]
Your bullshit is stinking up the place
Me no tick (?)
Can't let these bitch niggas slide and touch base
I make her cum so many times, call her "nutcase"
It's Young Money baby, take your clothes off
Give me them three holes: bowling ball
Two shots of whatever
Keep them bitches cumming and she gon' do whatever

[Hook]
I'm on two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever
It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser

[Outro]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever

Please don't turn me off

Yeah

Like this

Where you at shawty



You fly as hell, swagga right, brown skin poppin

You know just how to talk to me

Know just how I like it

You turnin' me on, you turnin' me on, you turnin' me on



Now wait a minute little buster

You got one more time to feel on my booty

Better recognize a lady

That ain't the way you do me

You turnin' me off, you turnin' me off, you turnin' me off

Better recognize a real woman



(aaahhh)

You ever try to get that close to me

You better come correct how you 'proachin me

Dime divas give it to me

(aaahhh)

I gotta be feelin' your energy

I gotta be for sure that you're into me

Recognize a real woman



Goin up on it, you actin like you want it

And you stuntin like your daddy checkin for this little mama

You turnin me on, you turnin me on, you turnin me on



Now wait a minute little buster

Now you don't even know me but you wanna take me shopping

You a lame, I can tell it ain't big shit poppin

You turnin me off, you turnin me off, you turnin me off

Better recognize a real woman



All you wanna do is

Holla at the cutest

Broad to get up in them draws

GOT MONEY

Don't try to buy me

Bottles, got my own dollars

I could buy up the bar if I want it



(aaahhh)

You ever try to get that close to me

You better come correct how you 'proachin me

Dime divas give it to me

(aaahhh)

I gotta be feelin your energy

I gotta be for sure that you're into me

Recognize a real woman



[Lil Wayne:]

Eh eh eh

I'm fly as hell swagger right, brown skin poppin like dynamite

Raw like china white, momma I dig persona right

You look baby momma type, I know that gotchu kinda hype

My ice is albino white, I hope your vagina tight

I go under water and I hope your piranha bite he he

Hot Carter Imma kiss the spot for ya

And Imma kiss it til you scream wait a minute muthafucker ha

Yeah, I turn ya on like a handle, like a television on the weather channel

Cuz I make it rain girl, now call me Wayne girl

You just a earthling you ain't neva been to Wayne's world

I play to win, I bait em in

I do my thing now your in love with an alien

Polow on the beat and Weezy yup I'm at the plate again

Keri if you pitch it at me imma swing away at it

Someone better play the fence, someone better tell em bout me

Baby I'm the shit, that's the only thing you smell around me

Weezy F baby don't forget the F around me

And if you do then get the F from round me, your turnin me off yeah, yeah

Polow I told you I gotcha

MS. KERI, BABY

MS. KERI, BABY

(aaahhh)

You ever try to get that close to me

You better come correct how you 'proachin me

Dime divas give it to me

(aaahhh)

I gotta be feelin your energy

I gotta be for sure that you're into me

Recognize a real woman

Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh
I'm not a crack baby
I'm the crack baby
A catapiller that got stuck
Mr Moth come pick me
and let me lock
A long walk to a dark house
A roman candle arche
keeps us far apart
I'll attach your body
to it and I'll hear
But baby baby maybe
I'm a piece of art
My friends all lie and say they
Only want the best wishes for me
3 2 1 we go live
Oh baby you're a classic
like a little black dress
You're faded moon
Stuck on a little hot mess
Woah oh Woah oh
Oh baby you're a classic
like a little black dress
But you'll be faded soon
Stuck on a little hot mess
Woah oh Woah oh oh oh
I can't make your heart slow
I can't feel the weather in my bones
It's hot enough
I can turn it to what I like
Your pupils is big
I can roll them like dice
They say they only want
the best for me
3 2 1 we go live
Oh baby you're a classic
like a little black dress
You're faded moon
Stuck on a little hot mess
Woah oh Woah oh
Oh baby you're a classic
like a little black dress
But you'll be faded soon
Stuck on a little hot mess
Woah oh Woah oh oh oh
I'm not the boy I was before
I am just venting venting
Dear gravity you held me
down on this starlit city
I'm not the boy I was before
I am just venting venting
Dear gravity you held me
down on this starlit city
They say they only
want the best wishes for me
3 2 1 we go live
Oh baby you're a classic
like a little black dress
You're faded moon
Stuck on a little hot mess
Woah oh Woah oh
Oh baby you're a classic
like a little black dress
But you'll be faded soon
Stuck on a little hot mess
Woah oh Woah oh oh oh

(Robin Thicke)
We are at war
With the universe
The sky is falling
and the only thing that can save us now
is sensitivity and compassion

But I know one thing's for sure
I'm gonna get my kicks before it all burns down

(Lil Wayne)
yeah, Some say tragedy is hard to get over
But some time that tragedy means its over, soulja
from the academy, league of rollers
I deny being down though they seem to hold us
my shoulders are strong, i prove them wrong
I ain't doing nothin but movin on, let the truth be known
But they talk that freedom matters, and didn't even leave a ladder, damn
(Robin Thicke)
I work at the corner store
We all got problems problems
Who was gon fight alone
No one's gon save us now
How you feel, you're not alone
We're all just jealous jealous
We don't reach the sky no more
We just can't overcome no

Chorus (Robin Thicke)
You tie my hands
What am I gonna be
What have I done so bad
What is my destiny
You tie my hands
What am I supposed to see
What have I done so bad
What am I gonna be

(Lil Wayne)
I, knock on the door, hope isn't home,
fates not around, the lucks all gone
don't ask me whats wrong, ask me whats right
and ima tell you whats life
and did you know?
I lost everything, but I ain't the only one
first came the hurricane, then the morning sun
Excuse me if I'm on one, and don't trip if i light one, i walk a tight one
They try to tell me keep my eyes open
my whole city under water, some people still floatin
and they wonder why black people still voting, cause your presidents still chokin
Take away the football team, the basketball team
now all we got is me to represent New Orleans, shit
no governor, no help from the mayor
just a steady beatin heart, and a wish and a prayer
lets pray

(Robin Thicke)
These friends they come and go
but I got family family
These kids so fast they grow
They learn so quickly now
But there's no where to go,
but there's future future
Don't make this seem so low
And we can't overcome

Chorus

(Lil Wayne)
and if you come from under that water then theres fresh air
just breathe baby, gods got a blessing to spare
yes, i know the process has so much stress
but its the progress that feels the best
cause i came from the projects straight to success
and your next, so try they cant steal your pride its inside
then find it and keep on grinding
cause in every dark cloud theres a silver lining
I know...

yeah, yeah... yeah
see... Right now we just riding on love
And shine in the dark, we aint tryna do nothing be at the heart
We need love, that's all now

Chorus:
You tie my hands, what am i gonna be
What have i done so bad, what is my destiny
You tie my hands, what am I going to see
What have I done so bad, what am I gonna be

Born right here in the USA
But due to tragedy, looked on by the whole world as a refugee
So, accept my emotion, do not take it as an offensive gesture
It's just the epitome of my soul
And I must be me
We got spirit y'all
We go spirit
We got soul y'all
We got soul
They don't want us to see, But we already know

(Intro)
(Robin Thicke)
We are at war
With the universe
The sky is falling
And the only thing that can save us now
Is sensitivity and compassion

Da Di Da, Da-Di-Da Da Di Da
Da Di Da, Da-Di-Da Da Di Da
But I know one thing's for sure
I'm gonna get my kicks before it all burns down

(Verse 1)
(Lil Wayne)
Yeah, some say tragedy is hard to get over
But sometimes that tragedy means it's over
Soldier from the academy league of rollers
I deny being down
Though they seem to hold us
My shoulders is strong I prove ‘em wrong
I ain't doing nothing but moving on
Let the truth be known
But they talk that freedom matters
And didn't even leave a ladder, damn

(Robin Thicke)
I work at the corner store
We all got problems, problems
No one's gonna fly that low
No one's gonna save us now
How you feel
You're not alone
We're all just jealous, jealous
We don't reach the sky no more
We just can't overcome no

(Chorus)
You tie my hands
What am I gonnna be
What have I done so bad
What is my destiny
You tie my hands
What am I supposed to see
What have I done so bad
What am I gonnna be

(Verse 2)
I knock on the door
Hope isn't home
Fate's not around
The Luck's so gone
Don't ask me what's wrong
Ask me what's right
And I'm a tell you what's life
And did you know I lost everything
But I ain't the only one
First came the hurricane then the morning sun
Excuse me if I'm on one
And don't trip if I light one
I walk a tight one
They try tell me keep my eyes open
My whole city under water
Some people still floatin'
And they wonder why black people still votin'
‘cause your president's still joking
Take away the football team
The basketball team
Now all we got is me to represent New Orleans
No governor, no help from the mayor
Just a steady beatin' heart
And a wish and a prayer
Let's pray

(Robin Thicke)
These friends come and go
But I got family, family
These kids so fast they grow
They learn so quickly now
But there's nowhere to go
But there's some future, future
Don't make this seem so low
And we can't overcome yo

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
And if ya come from under that water
Then there's fresh air
Just breath baby
God's got a blessing ta spare
Yes, I know that the process is so much stress
But it's tha progress that feels the best
‘cause I came from tha projects
Straight ta success and your next
So try they can't steal your pride, it's inside
Then find it and keep on grindin'
‘cause in every dark cloud there's a silver lining
I know

Yeah, yeah, yeah
See, right now we just ridin' on love
A shot in the dark
We ain't trying nothing but be at the heart
We need love
That's all, that's all

Yeah, born right here in the USA
But due to tragedy
Looked on by the whole world as a refugee
So accept my emotion
Do not take it as an offensive gesture
It's just the epitome of my soul
And I must be me
We got spirit yall
We got spirit
We got soul yall
We got soul
They don't want us to see
But we already know

[Porcelain Black - Chorus]
Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Umm, microphone check one, two
Yeah, yeah, it’s Porcelain baby
And this is what Rock n Roll Looks like

The dark days falling down on my stand
I feel the thirst to get it in
Touble, trouble, drink it down
Like a king, I take the crown
?
Cause we’re the kids, make love to the night
We gonna get this, we gonna start a fight

[Porcelain Black - Chorus]
Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah
(hey, hey, hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(Hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-now
(Hey hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(Hey)

We’re putting dark shades on for the cameras
Take a picture now if you wanna have us
Lets a ? across my face
Not a drop willl go to waste
Baby the beast is yours to chase
Cause we’re the kids, make love to the night
We gonna get this, we gonna start a fight

[Porcelain Black - Chorus]
Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah
(hey, hey, hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(Hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-now
(Hey hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(Hey)

[Lil Wayne]
I-I-I-I need a cigarette and a bad bitch
Come be my soccer ball and get yo ass kicked
I like my pizza cold, I like my glass full
I don’t like bullshit, but I like red bull
I smell like Guns and Roses
I look like money bitch
I taste like Rock n Roll
I make her lick her lips
And all the drama’s dead
Im in the past life
I forgot her name but I remember last night
You can do what you do
I done did enough
I’m on that gangsta shit
I don’t give a f-ck
Weezy

[Porcelain Black]
You wanna talk the talk, get up and show me the walk
You wanna talk the talk, you better show me the walk
You wanna talk the talk, get up and show me ya walk
You wanna talk the talk, you better show me ya walk

[Porcelain Black - Chorus x2]
Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah
(hey, hey, hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(Hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-now
(Hey hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(Hey)

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

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

This is Cadillac Mack haha ha

Seville Appeal

Luv rollin the L doggs

9 papers



Ayyo I''m laid back and humble, yeah I''m cool wit it

Kinda hungry, give me a salad and a soup wit it

Aint no need for extra rolls, Sue comes wit it

Baby girl behind the counter lookin'' cool wit

She got a fat ass, I know I went to school wit it

She was the type that said I wouldn''t know what to do wit it

I kick that Willie Bo Bo aqua suit wit it, went trough wit it

Got her number, she ain''t it so I''m through wit it

I let Pooh hit it, he let the crew hit it

Hold on lil'' derrty, for two minutes

I think I left my herb man I ain''t cool wit it

Murph Derrt say he got me now I''m cool wit it

I make a lotta dough, pay a lotta pay dues wit it

Pimpin'' already, now I got the juice in it

I got the grey Vokal wit the blue in it

Loose, new, blue, fitted, I''m so cool wit it



Ali, you cool wit it?

(Ayyo I''m cool wit it)

Well is you cool wit it?

(Fo'' sho I''m cool wit it)

You sure you cool wit it?

(Definitely cool wit it)

''K

(Kyjuan let me show you really I am)



Sooooo

Oh oh oooh

Wit it, wit it



Ayyo Nas was talkin'' but I was cool wit it

DMX said summin but I was cool wit it

KRS was speakin but I was cool wit it

And I ain''t even gon trip nigga I''m cool wit it

We gon rep us to the fullest hope you cool wit it

Lunatic''s for the culture is you cool wit it?

If sauce, stand up yell out yep I''m cool wit it

Yo mo Leezy Nell, I''m done come act a fool wit it



I woke up at 9:30, I was cool wit it

I said damn it''s kinda early but I''m cool wit it

I had a message on my celly I''m like who did it?

Turns out, it was this chick I''d like to ''ooh'' wit it

Now I''m tryin'' to figure out if I''ma fool wit it

She used to be the cheerrleader type, school spirrit

You know the pom-poms, back flips, split wit it

I know a lot of niggaz tried but they didn''t get it

Or maybe they had the game they just didn''t spit it

Or they won''t admit it, cuz they carry too much pride in it

I like to slide in it, flip it and dip it and take a ride in it

Hide in it, might flight glide in it

You know I did it, cuz I''m cool wit it

A lot of niggaz talkin'' shit but I''m cool wit it

Walk in a party, lotta gawkin'' but I''m cool wit it

Look outside, see what I''m parkin? you can''t fool wit it



Not at all

You can''t fool wit none of that young mate

Why is you trippin of the 24 Escalade

Powdered baby blue wit the Gucci Lou interior

A-HA! slide on young playa

Just be cool wit yo losses

A-HA! Pimp Juice

[
- Nelly & (Murphy Lee)]

Yo Murph, you cool wit it?

(Yeah man I''m cool wit it)

But is you cool wit it?

(Yeah derrty I''m cool wit it)

You sure you really cool wit it?

(Yeah man I''m cool wit it

Pimp Juice let me show you really I am)



Sooooo

Oh oh oooh

Wit it, wit it



Look, Look

I got my mama a new house and she cool wit it

I grew up and had to bounce so she cool wit it

Baby sister got a car and she cool wit it

''Cause she work and go to school so I''m cool wit it

My granny don''t like rap but she cool wit it

''Cause as long as I got a job then she cool wit it

To my grandaddy name and he cool wit it

Told me boy don''t blow yo money and be cool wit it

So in other words derrty don''t be a fool wit it

He said don''t wind up in the motherfuckin news wit it

And help the family when you can and they cool wit it

Separate the hatas from the friends and be cool wit it

I''m Murph Dert mu''fucka I''m so cool wit it

I send raps on ice cause I''m cool wit it

And erry scene I be in I be cool wit it

Pull up in the yellow Benz thing cuz I''m cool wit it



Nelly you cool wit it

Ali you cool wit it?

Kyjuan''s cool wit it

Murphy cool wit it

City Spud cool wit it

And Slo cool too

Party people

Lemme show you how really cool we am



Sooooo

Oh oh oooh

Wit it, wit it



Ay Slo you cool wit it?..

Ay Spud you cool wit it?..

Haha Ay Coach you cool wit it?...

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Now she going out with some nigga name Michael ok rifle ye ye ye ye ye
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now she going out with some nigga name michael ok rifle ye ye ye ye ye

we used to be the nastiest couple on the school yard, back yard your yard ye ye ye ye ye

but now your just a nasty motherfucker baby who are you are you are ye ye ye ye ye

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but now she kissin any motherfucker with a hall pass now she skippin ya'll class ye ye ye ye yeea!!

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[La the Darkman]
Yeahhh...
L.A.D.
I'm all about that cheese, Swiss or Mozzarella
Muenster, Colby, American or cheddar
When it comes to robbery
Nobody do it better
Notorious L.A.D.
Fresh Coogi sweater
The cleanest
Lyrics is the meanest
Understand my English
Nigga, I'm a genius
Ice like a snow cone
Writin' in my iPhone
Went from sellin' crack
To sellin' ringtones
Straight out the projects
To million dollar homes
Inside the Carter
Cookin' 36 zones
36 O's and I break 'em all down
In and out of every trap
All through the A-town
The Embassy A.M.G.
Young Money merger
I'm a young champ like Ben Roethlisberger
S.S. Chevy with the big block engine
Rims and paint cost me a whole pension

[Jae Millz]
I don't need nothing but my niggas
And enough weed to go around
A tinted sedan some grams and a loaded pound
Fuck what another nigga think of me
I'm thinkin' multi-millions
He thinkin' G's
Nigga please
Get your mind right
Fuck tryna be fresh
Get your grind right
Cuz I'm like
So in another league
I throw my pitches
At different degrees
And I
Sparil my pigskins
At different speeds
And I hit threes
Cuz at different times
I release
My shot cold
Nigga, I'm hot
Don't be tight cuz you not
Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath
I'm the good, I'm the bad
I'm the Devil, I'm Jesus
It's Young Money bitch!
The game needs us
Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga?
Kid-Kid Chi, get it how you live nigga
My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership
And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick
Diamond rings, diamond chains
Royal suites, private planes
Palm trees, big change
I can't complain
I made a promise to myself
That I'll never be a have-not
Nigga fuck bein' broke
Shit
Before that day come
I'll A.K. stamp ya
When there's beef
I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler
Fuck what you heard
In the booth I goes off
Like the lights if you ain't payin'
It's the third
And you already two months late witcha bill
Clown nigga you's a lame
Bitch nigga

I'm Millz!
Young Moula

[Gudda Gudda]
If you didn't, now you know
It's the million dollar nigga
Wit' the million dollar flow
Icicle chain
Got a million dollar glow
Quarter mill' for the gang
If you tryna book a show
Templates on the Bentley
Ridin' through the 'jects
Got a pocket fulla money
Nigga, hand on my tec
I'm demandin' respect
I'm a man to respect
Disrespect your man
Put my hand 'round his neck
It's no other than
Gudda Gudda man
Still 'bout my money
Nigga, fuck another man
I'm on the paper chase
All about the hustle man
I be climbin' through your window
Like I'm fuckin' Broadman
Look I'm
Shady Aftermath
Put your head in a scope
A bank roll with the bucks
It's what these young niggas killin' for
The game dirty
On the streets tryna deal yayo
Fifty clips at his hat
Leave a peeled potato

[Lil' Wayne]
I call my Nina Bay like San Diego
Get me twisted
I'm a turn into a tornado
And all my riders ridin' like a Winnebago
You stay
But I'ma let that A.K. go
Rawer than Qualo
Shoot you like Halo
Give yo' ass a halo
These bitches walk around actin' like they J.Lo
Man, I remember when these bitches was just hey hoe
Hey hoe, how you doing?
Me?
I'm doing every fuckin' thang
Smokin' them dykes
I'm on that Mary fuckin' Jane
This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil' Wayne
And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil' Wayne
Haha
And bitch I'm greedy
But if I keep eatin' you rappers
I'll get sugar diabities
Sweetie
I'm a different species
I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces
What the fuck do I be thinkin'?
Kill, kill, murder
And Benjamin Franklin
Your girlfriend is into them gangstas
And me bein' a gangsta
I get into your girlfriend
I stay still when the world spins
And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman
You heard me?
You heard him?
Him bein' me
And we are better than
All y'all bitches, niggas, hoes
Enemies, foes
Threes, twos, ones
But these dudes won