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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
Lil Wayne:
I ain't terrified from nuthin' I'm young wild crazy and disgustin' Better watch me cuz I'm coming With a oven by my stomach I'm scramblin' for the money Tape ya up like a mummy Call ya people and tell 'em I need 50 for this dummy I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin' Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin Dumpin' fire and bustin' Lovin, lyin' and lustin' Stealin' killin' and rapin Runnin' climbin and chasin Strugglin hustin' to make Get it got it I take it Watch ya Chevy mister Move ya purse miss Cuz I tote heavy pistols And man they burst quick It's too late to hesitate I was told there'd be better days But shit that was yesterday And still I haven't ate But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood Can't hide it though I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove That's my G-code Chorus (Lil Wayne): Now put ya box in the mud Get ya glocks in ya gloves Ride drops on dubs We gon' live by that Make the snitches catch a cut Soldier pistol nigga what Hit the block and open up We gon' die by that (repeat) Juvenile: We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls Foreign properties and pack some menthals Got us a fire connect and went off Got jammed with this broad that rent cars Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in Jack niggas to get some cheap linen The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin' Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin Police drew causes and tried to cross lines We stuck to the code we lived and died by it Chorus Juvenile: If war ever came we held the fort down Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound Stayed on point to make some more green Get our stash away from dope fiends Nigga had a habit he supplied his own Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome We kept a little work for the ki's and bones Crowds draw heat so we be's alone We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch Them other motherfuckers fall off the block 24/7 all around the clock We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti Police drew causes and tried to cross lines We stuck to the code we lived and died by it Chorus x 2 |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
[Juvenile]
You think this shit happened for me over tha night This is my life Everybody know I be on tha flight To get it right, and keep it right, and stay strong Nigga thought it wouldn't happen to 'em, but all of 'em dead wrong Singin' tha same song, sayin', "Juvie ain't shit!" With a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich." When tha truth is: they wishin' they was in my shoes I pay dues, with them pistols I made moves And I'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard Why ya fuckin' with mines? I ain't fuckin' with y'all Tha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh-huh You didn't know that, now you call for tha plea Boy, think of all tha places you could possibly be Then, (?) these bullets (?) is comin' for me With my T-shirt and Rees on Cuz only God knows what these niggas be's on (Chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off Whoa You better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off [Lil' Wayne] Listen, listen, listen Sip it Cock ta act a fool and make 'em dip it (what?) Chrome MAC diply (what?) Automatic spitty (what?) I'm a Hot Boy, nigga, follow me Do or die, survive with me (huh?) Blow a pound of that broccoli (huh?) Hit a block and ya ride with me (huh?) Cut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter (so?) Then, Cita, he never walk again (so?) Don't play with them shots again (oh) I make them niggas bleed like that time of tha month See, I told 'em, "Nobody move; nobody head bust." Plus, a hundred rush turn a boy ta dust Nigga, I'm a soldier, trust I'll blow a hole in your guts And ain't no "if", "and's", or "but's" (uh-uh) You could get mad and fuss (uh-uh) Watch your lip, man, you'll touch (uh-uh) I'll pop a clip in, and bust (uh-uh) Look, I'm straight thuggin' Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin' I'm runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin' That ain' nothin' It's Weezy Weez I show off behind cheese Get full of trees Here I come, you better leave (Chorus2x [Lil' Wayne]) Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa [B.G. + (Lil' Wayne)] Niggas know I could get ugly when it come to that (To that) Oh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if ya come for that (For that) I ain't no ho, if in beef I ain't gon' run from that (From that) You got coke, keep it on tha low cuz I'll come for that (For that) I keep pistols in my possession cuz I stays in shit (What?!) I was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with K's and shit (Wha?) My momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha back (Oh) Shot hookie from school, hung on V.L. and sold a lil' crack (Fo sho') Niggas respect me cuz they know my nuts be hangin'and swingin' (Hangin') If my toes get stepped on, I'm click-clackin' and bangin' (Bangin') I've been out here since I was, like, ten years old Caught my first gun charge in nineteen-nine-four Scuffed my knees up a lot, he pulled me out that I'm out here now, and ain't no way that I'ma look back Fresh layed tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minute Put tha gat down But don't think I still won't act, busta (Chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa You better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa Get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
[Juvenile]
Huh... You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot You lil boyz don't wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block Yoy lil boyz ain't ready to go to tha pen You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men You lil boyz better stay in your place You lil boyz ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world You lil boyz had better hit you a lick You lil boyz shouldn't have ta ask another nigga for shit You lil boyz don't even respect your momma You lil boyz don't even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer You lil boyz swear to God it's a game You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name You lil boyz always be makin' a scene You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens (chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Look, you lil boyz better slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds [Baby] You lil boyz better clear tha block 'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop Can't let it slide 'cause these lil boyz ain't right Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps You're outta line if you're playin' with mine Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather Fuckin' with my cheddar B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever But, however, if I could do I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool (chorus [Lil' Wayne]) You lil boyz better ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look [Mannie Fresh] Check it out, check it out You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y'all shit You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see You lil boyz know y'all time is up You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck You lil boyz kinda like had '99 But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it's mine You lil boyz need ta (???) with y'all's friends You lil boyz really women with paws like mens You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns [Lil' Wayne] Look, look, When.. I.. ride.. dog Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog 'Cause I'm about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog Bahdi-by-by Get it.. right, nigga They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga Look, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid Keep sprayin'.. tha MAC-11.. burst Hit 'em where it.. hurts I'ma shoot.. first Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!) Blood all over tha place Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place It's Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down (Chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Look, look, 'Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds [Lil' Wayne] Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down What |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
[Lil' Wayne]
What This.. this here's real, nigga It's real, nigga Too real Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga Look, look This one here's on tha up, dog For all my people with bad luck, dog Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog See, this from shorty on tha real I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill If I got it ta spend, then I got it ta kill But listen, man.. I know ya see tha ice glistenin', man I know it make you wanna go get it bad But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna 'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me But I betcha can't name one nigga like me That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga And teach, my nigga If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga (Chorus 2x [Juvenile]) They got a million and one things that you could be doin' Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit it [Juvenile] Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?! I know you could do better than that, and deserve more Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84 All tha hoes use ta jock ya Niggas use ta knock ya Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky Lips all ashy, eyes popped out Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday I can't please everybody, but I love my folks If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke (Chorus 2x) [Turk] Look... look.. look Where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps Some of my rounds doin' bad.. can't even much eat Everytime I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo' I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo' Niggas want me ta help 'em.. ain't helpin' theyself You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself Ain't no love loss... I just gotta stay my distance Gotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin' Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga (Chorus 2x) [B.G.] Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse My niggas still my niggas... got love for 'em all I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla On the reala... if I could do it, then you could Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga Do yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my nigga And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga (Chorus 4x) [Juvenile talking] Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man I mean everytime we come through, man, I do somethin' for my people, man I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin' I try ta do things for tha football team Try ta take care of my people Try ta show them how ta help theyself 'Cause they got a lot of problems |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
(Lil Wayne)
Check Huh What? What? Let's go, nigga (Where you at, Wheezy?) You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!" I flash the mack in front of your gal and make her tell Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!" It's Lil Wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggas I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga If you out, you can find me on the street with the work If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the work Never slip - I empty half a clip deep in your shirt And put your whole clique deep in the dirt Smell me? (Hook-2x (Lil Wayne)) Who wan' beef with 'em? Who wan' creep with 'em? And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em (Lil Wayne) Look I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with heaters Let my nine-millimeters kill your peoples Bust up in your house and put the gun to lil' Renita Give me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her sneakers Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smile Me, Turk, Geezy, and 'Nile - chicka-POW! How come these niggaz keep burnin the world? and why the hell this nigga Wheezy keep firmin your girl? Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal Bentley drop Then I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block Tell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'em When you see them bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me? (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Who wan' beef with 'em? Who wan' creep with 'em? And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em Who wan' beef with 'em? Who wan' creep with 'em? 'cause when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em (Lil Wayne) Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place Mask the face, automatic attach to waist You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head And they gon' either get it right, or they get it at night And when they spit, it lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice Henny and ice is what I prefer, but light on the rocks I pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up your block And if there's coke involved, then your throat's involved I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'all Me and my nigga, Super Sosa, run up in your crib while your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her If you wan' grudge, chances slim like Ethiopia If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia Recognize it's real and nuttin udder than that Cause one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha? (Hook-4x (Lil Wayne)) Who wan' beef with 'em? Who wan' creep with 'em? 'cause when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em (Lil Wayne) Who wan' beef with a nigga? Creep with a nigga? When it comes down to guns, look, I sleep with them triggas |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
Biznite.Biznite..Nothing but it
I'm dippin' in a black milleny benny sittin on twentys Top off when the city's windy me and pretty Cindy She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she sippin remy I'm Iceburg nuttin but whenny all the way to my tinny I'm hotter than a semi' 'cause this skirt shes wearing mini and plus my head is spinnin from drinkin this fifth of Henny I stop at any deli cause this freakin with her penny and aint no tellin how many she 'umm already been in. We get inside the room and she gigglin plain grinnin Slowly the lights dimmin and I'm slippin on my jimmy I'm feelin with her titties this is only the beginnin I stick it in her kitty now she screamin come on gimme I'm flippin this chick over and I caught her slowly bendin I'm hittin got her twistin this is my ninny you hear me And when its time to quit I got her soakin wet and drippin She asked me for a kiss ah.. CHORUS Biznite is you trippin Biznite is you trippin What Biznite is you trippin What Biznite is you trippin He he he Wha.. You nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite 'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa no I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa if your baby come out saying wha.. I aint the pa I ride up in a Porsche Boxter see this fox her name was Tasha I got her when I stopped her at McDonalds with her partner I jocked the way she rocked her lil Versasce and her Prada I'm Iceburg (??) I jot her my phone number later on gave me a holla I popped up by her mamas so her nigga wont know nada She took thirty minutes play me like a some kinda coward Now hopped up in my car and started talkin bout her doctor She said she started ridin it in her babys fathers Honda She wish that he would trade it in and cop a brand new Mazda I'm drivin to the (??) to the back and put the top up I roll down all the windows put the car in function "watch the" I tried to touch her thigh she moved my hand and said ah ah bro It took five minutes to bang then you know she propper I'm knockin out her brains We got the car shakin' and rocklin' She asked me for a kiss ah CHORUS Biznite whats your problem Wha.. Biznite whats your problem Wha.. Biznite whats your problem Wha Biznite whats your problem Wha You nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite 'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa no I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa there was this stoofy name was Lucy came up to me at the movies said she just saw Balla Blockin and thought that I was cute and but you and baby too can still come over early Tuesday I just bought a new mansion just finished it and my movie I knew she was a new from head to shoulder she was Gucci And me I'm Iceberg Tom and Jerry, Daffy and Goofy She say "oo" it would be so nice and usually she would do it But lately she been cocky she just came from institution I say that's cool cuz I don't really wanna have to shoot him I gave the braud the pager number and said that she should use it As soon as I flew by in that navy and baby blue six She beeped and left a message that she come up with a solution I scootin a run through straight to my house I wont be foolish She had no bathin suit and then want me to see her booty I oozed it in her coochie when she got in my Jacuzzi. She asked me for a kiss ah. Biznite is you stupid Biznite is you stupid what Biznite is you stupid What he he he what Because your nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite 'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa no I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa no I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa if your baby come out saying wha.. I aint the pa you're a sack chasin cock tastin biznite Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite 'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa no I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa nope I aint the pa hell no I aint the pa if your baby come out throwin up "W"'s I aint the pa nigga. UMMMMM UMMMMM I aint the pa |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
(talking)
I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions What it be like up there baby boy, ay this here ya son hollerin at ya I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya But I know you watchin, peepin down on how I'm livin Ay, tell Jesus I said thanks for the blessings he sendin Please ask him to forgive me for the sins I commit Just let him know I'm still young and at risk Say, I'll never forget the time that you caught me smokin herb in the house I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out But you just talked it over with my mom and got it situated in due time Told me get the paper instead of high So now I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog I wanted to be just like you my whole life dog I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain through me And dog I know I can't see you but I bet that you smilin And I'm a make you even happier, I promise (Chorus) 2x I know you can't be close to my nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog I know you see my daughter growin up and bad as ever But she cool 'cause she do whatever daddy tell her And your wife, she's still the most wonderful woman I just built her a new house, she ain't runnin from nothin B and Slim, them niggas still love me like they own child Ms. Rose nerves get bad, but still she gon' smile And me I'm on some "squash it" and some debate it But I know they love it way more than they hate it And I know you probably laughin at the way I treat these hoes and these bitches I try love 'em, my BM be trippin But Rabbit, you know one thing, I got the game from you, every perspective That's why I keep the gun at close connection for protection And you see I left school behind and chose CMB It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely Watch over me my nigga, just guide me (Chorus) I swear to you man, at some times I really wish I was with you 'Cause I get fed up with this life and I miss you Somebody pass me a tissue, and let me wipe the tears from my eyes Yeah, nigga I cried, it's 'cause I loved you dog I promise I won't ever put nothin above you dog So I live my life in dedication of you dog I know you see me happy on the outside and hurt within Make me wanna grab that gun and burst again But I know they got a reason why I'm here And I know they got a reason why you gone And therefore, I'm succeedin on my own But you ain't never left me, nigga, you still dwell in my heart I can't forget you kept it real from the start And until my last breath I exhale, I'm a keep you with me And when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with me And tell them niggas Pac, B.I.G. and Pun I said "thay's my peoples" Watch over me nigga 'til I see you (Chorus) 1 1/2x (Wayne talking) I know I can't be close to you (dog) I know you watching over me dog But the shit's that it hurt and burn deep Its alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog Rabid, nigga, its your son I'm down in your hole and your down You see Cita strait, mom strait Your mom strait, I mean Everything going right Me and Slim nigga, is the realist niggas I ever met dog And plus now i'm on some Squad Shit My niggas, they keep it real with me I keep it real with them My little girl growning beutiful as ever man You need to see her dog, she bad though man Anyway dog, aiight holla! |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin, with penitentiary chances The dope roped up in the cup of their pants Fiends flock like ??? come get this candy I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O's Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll If I spot the laws comin, hey its time to roll Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang Plus it's a sweet day, me next score for three days One time they say what you mean, I gets the green Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me? In my predicament I'm guilty until proven innocent Hustle ridiculous, I'm tryin to get this dope continuos Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain't tryin to fall Want everybody numb like ambasol But he heard (Chorus 1) Uh oh There go them fuckin po-po's And if you know like I know You better get off the corner I'm a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it Do not twist because lil man is trippin They could have ya body in three different places Ain't nothin gravy, but save it Cause I'm a ride and hit the nigga street Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree While I'm shitty from the weed Like were them bustas be I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set Come outside late at night to your surprise I'm here with Tecks Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it's so realistic So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fetti Be on the block until them souljas hit it That's when he heard.... (Chorus 2) Blocka Me come to tear your block up If you don't want no problems You better get off the corner All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it I make a livin in this crooked public distributin Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin The hottest D in town lookin for me hit me Tuesday, like after six See I crack the bricks right down to Z's Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp's to ki's Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin No droughts I don't sit on nothin I don't believe I'm frontin If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege And the law don't bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G's Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets I'm tryin to deal with every nigga, and sell the birds up cheap I'm greedy, if there's any money bein made from drugs I need it Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can't beat it Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it Does anybody else, I'll pay em a visit That's when ya heard.... (Chorus 3) Come here peeps I'm hearin that you run these streets You don't want beef Then get off the corner (Chorus 1,2,3,3 repeat 2x) Uh oh, you better get off the corner, skirt Blocka, you better get off the corner Come here, you better get off the corner Get off the corner, Get off the corner What, uh oh, get off the corner What, uh oh, you better off the corner What, uh oh, you better off the corner What, uh oh, you better off the corner Like dat, Get off the corner |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
Dawg you gotta feel me on this one
What it be like dawg, I'm on some some adope grown up type shit Look who I be around nigga, look who I been around nigga Geezy, Juve and Turk, B and Slim dawg pay attention dawg (Verse 1) Age is nothin but some digits nigga trust me on this Cas I think I speak for every one when I say life is a bitch I ride D L in the C L Gun right in my grip I slip a clip in every whip , cas hatas likely to trip Come home to my future wife and every nite she'll flip She end up catchin bites to her lips behind diapers and shit But I light me a spliff drink henney without ice when I'm pissed Go to the club and start a fight thinkin I'm Tyson and shit But I'm a man so I'm here to handle my situtions correctly And i know i might be young but niggas gone definitely respect me But in the mean time I'm fightin gun charges in court And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start Its like i'm never happy now except for the fact my daughter sayin I love you daddy now And that kinda juice me up and I smoke about 3 blunts and puff a Kool it boost me up And say a prayer for everyday just so I get through the stuff but I be like (Chorus) - 2x Ahhhh man, it's complicated doin everythang on your own man being responsible for everybody in ya home man and when u feel like everythang is goin wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a GROWN MAN (Verse 2) I try to keep my head up, but I die to keep my bread up And usually I'm fed up thinkin everythang's a set up But I get up this shit, stick out my chest and clutch on my nuts And i get hit up with all kinda stress And put up wit the stuff trust me it's tough But I mantain to climb through it all And I still manage to be Lil Wayne therefore I shine and I ball And dawg I live for today and hope and pray that there's a tomorrow And I borrow confidence from out my heart when thangs get awfall And I'm walkin on the edge stuck without a solution and someway I still pick it out and shuffle to conclusion And I don't need nobody else so keep yo advice and jus doubt me Cas ya'll cats don't really no me ya'll jus no bout me So if my dawgs be on my side they keep me covered with spirit And plus I know my fathers watchin and my mother's the dearest And I ain't neva said they don't appreciate what I do But jus know if I wasn't a man I wouldn't make it through (Chorus) - 2x (Verse 3) Who would have known that this was somthin that didn't turn out so hectic But I chose my own life so I gradually accept it I'm influenced and effected by the way it became And I don't play with them at all so I don't say its a game And even though I grew up hard and I have gracefully change I'm always street so I'll forever be facin a change And I'll keep this thang brutained on the waist of my pants And I demand respect from all if not then I'm waisten a man And if I want it then I get and if I need it I have it Take care of them family first cuz the liquir and weed is a habit And I'm so often I'm congratulated for the succeeding at last But when they turn they back I just have Jesus leadin my path And I didn't ask for you to like me I don't care if you hate me But don't mistake me no otha man can neva make me or break me and I'm faithfully inspired by the hood tell I'm gone And dawg I do believe I'm grown so I'll be good on my own but I be like (Chorus) fading.......Believe Dat |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
[Juvenile]
c'mon, c'mon, hmmm, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, Bitches is pulling out they best suits, gangstas is getting dressed too, Don't even underestimate the power of a test tube, Its a fasho shot, some of these niggas know not, that's why they so hot, always up in the dope spots, I hope my niggas feel what I'm saying, I'm trying to put lil whodi up on his game, And dick suckers ain't playing, and duck nigga look I won't remain, You stuck even if you don't restrain, I'ma be in the cut, Some of you got it, some of you fuckin' up, you better get your life together before you loose that bruh, You got cocaine you better move that bruh, you got a brain you better loose that bruh, you got a half you better loose that bruh, don't even choose that bruh, so move on, I did this album right here for keeping me and you strong, [Juvenile] that's right cousin, I did this album right here for me and my people ya heard me, And we got the lord on our side so can't nothing you do or say to me bother me cousin, I'ma be here until its all over with, I been through a lot the past few years, But I ain't holding no grudges, its all about me and my family, U.T.P, this how we eat cousin, what |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
We gone make 'em:
(Chorus 2x) Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump, Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump, Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive (Verse 1) I tell 'em no lie I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes I low-ride, cuz these 20 inch rims just make it so hot You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds twinklin' They think you need to stop they say it's not called for It's such a small car for it cost more than a ballpark See my life is high priced, a lot a room a lot a bling My ice is like Andrew Dice "Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing" I'm tryin' to see flying in a Lamborghini Wit your girl right beside me in a tan bikini Cut the music down and tell her, "hey ya man's a weenie" Plus I'm hot and got more iceberg than damn Bananeeie And I'm just a teenager and I make this dough Pull out my bankcard and Bill Gates feel broke And I keep it on a hush but I'm richer than normal And a frost bit wrist, have me sniffin and coughin (Chorus 2x) Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump, Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump, Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive (Verse 2) You know, pistol on my side fully loaded I drive slowly, wit televisions watching Kobe Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride" Have you heard about, shorty be Iceberged out Got them birds real affordable, so get the word out And you still can see the grill wit the lights burn out Nothin' lil' about the wheels on my bright orange drop I'm thuggin and pimped out, flossin and glissed out Sit my arm in warm water, I'm thawin my wrist out Got quarters in this house, ki's in that van, Got ounces in her ride, and G's in that bag Shhh, You hear that, here come Weezy on his way in a platinum leer jet We gamblin' nigga bet, bet nigga disrespect and he get dampled and wet Whole goddamn family get trampled wit that I make 'em: (Chorus 2x) Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Alright I bounce for the 17 and jump for the Grover Just put TV's and bump in the Rover Slump the bitch over, cum on her shoulder Bet I make the slut eat it up like yogurt Wrists is ferocious, dick just bogus Fuck a hoe watch she come back like a chorus Life on Ann Deloris met her in a ??? She like to snort coke, you should see the size of her nose is We really the ones controllin', no choices And we got Guns and Roses, Rolls Royces Beefin' ain't fake, not to mention all our rides are dubbed like blank tapes I really think my jewelry and lights have somethin' in common Cuz everytime you put them bitches on they start shinin' The shit is mind blowin' As a matter of fact I got a bitch that's mind blowin' She give my head a blow job, I guess she's mind blowin' (Chorus 3 1/2x) Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
(Lil Wayne)
Whaaat You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour And most of our customers come up to us daily Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings and z's to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens You need to see Wheez - anything you like and I have 'em From crack to Viagra, and Vicadins valiums I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av So get all your money together, come and get my slabs I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav' And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid For the white people, when I get two bricks for ten, I know the right people And I keep a nine on my waistline And I'ma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind (Hook (Lil Wayne)) I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm tryin' to grind I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm on the grind (Lil Wayne) Nigga, y'all gon' respect Wheezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', "Stop!" I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee And if we beef, we don't beef long 'cause we gon' creep all night So I hope you don't sleep all night - we on your street all night Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get me shoes 'cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes And the bricks move every followin' week So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d And I shower your streets until your av pass out More bricks than “The Three Lil Pigs'?? last damn house Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts And issue work for half and just grab that south For real, nigga - Wheezy Whee tryin' to shine From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm on the grind I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm on the grind (Lil Wayne) Start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's Takes seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'ma tax a dude Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run I'm tryin' to get rich 'cause I wan' shine You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time (Hook-4x (Lil Wayne)) I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm on the grind (Lil Wayne) Look, Whaaaaaa |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
(Lil Wayne)
What?! What?!! Look? Okay, let's cut the crap I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap I only stick with that 'cause my ma don't wan' see me flip the crack And I'm quick to click and spit the gat I be dipped in black Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match Like: where them cats who trippin' at? - Point niggas out 'cause right now I'm full of that spinach that'll knock Lennox out The Mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump So if I come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump I'm raised in the slum where the bad grow Unlike no other, I'm real gutta like bag 'Bauds I stash O's in the drawers of my trash hoes I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4 The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow Is that so? (Hook (Lil Wayne)) I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all If you don't get the hell when he swervin' by That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die (Lil Wayne) Look, Which one of these niggas playin' with me? I'ma strap up and slam his parent's street When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats I be damned if he get a chance to sleep I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me Then jam the freak with a broom - blood leak from her panty crease There has to be some explanation for this insanity Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank) Now give me the dank Niggas claim they want war when I suggest you live in a tank What's your kid gonna think? Come home and find your wig in the sink I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to Haiti For fifty G's I get ten keys and straight out weight it I lock my area down - you can ask these boys They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys Never catch me UNPACK without them plastic toys It get drastic, boy Niggas that's askin' for it Wheezy, nigga It's Wheezy, nigga Who? Wheezy, nigga It's Wheezy, nigga (Hook (Lil Wayne)) I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all And if you don't get the hell when he swervin' by That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die (Lil Wayne) I hope y'all niggas understand that I ain't playin' or jokin' Bust shots, make you think the Grand Canyon open Leave a busta bandana smokin' from hot hollows Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes Two pistols, desperado gun busta Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya Hung under them killers and duck the pigs And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big And, nigga, I don't really care if I don't sell a million quick 'cause right now I'll quit and go and sell a million bricks I sticks to what I love, and that's the street And stay away from what I hate, and that's police And I keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin' And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin' When we all knowin' that Wheezy have never been fake The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face Who is Wheezy, nigga? Who is Wheezy, nigga? Wheezy, nigga Lil Wheezy, nigga (Hook-2x (Lil Wayne)) (Lil Wayne) Say, I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all (Lil Wayne (talking)) It's Wheezy, nigga - Lil Wheezy, nigga Don't tangle it, nigga It's time to step down, ya heards me |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
you have now reached the end of side A it is time to turn over wait turnover
get a fuckin CD asshole so bring your ass down to fuckin sound advice buy a fuckin CD player go to fuckin sam goody buy the fuckin CD stop copying shit on tapes you fuckin loser and play the shit right and if you aint feelin it your fucked up your deaf so the shit better rattle your fuckin trunk better make your fuckin ear drums bleed better make the neighbors go wow what the fuck is that whats so loud is there another party at the house no its fuckin Lil Waynes album rockin this shit motherfucker |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
(Lil Wayne)
Come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?) They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh) Look- Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's Forty-fours under my clothes ? I'm drunk and blow And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba for the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer Stumblin' from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay And make me run in your place and take your pops away See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay So I can get it understood and have you chopped today And not to say I could even hit your block and spray And try to knock all the bone structure out your face Stick a potato on the head of my nine ? it's deadly quiet Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all Young or old, nigga, big or small Ain't nothin' nice (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues (Lil Wayne) Look- Now we all do dumb things Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em I'll murder his father right in front of him None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces (????) off the meters Don't leave without the heaters Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and millimeters Run up on your family and pop your senioritas A lot of Hennessy ? just twist that lil' baby Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me Seventeen Carollton ? mess with me, I bury one Three-eighty ? I carry one Come to kill up everyone What! (Hook (Lil Wayne)) (Lil Wayne) Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cock And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breath and stop Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat Until I die apple and Eagle that be's the block And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots Follow me ? everybody in the family die sourly Niggas drop hourly ? ruinin' your economy Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house (Hook (Lil Wayne)) |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
(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 |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
Yo... I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes... And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha) The world is about to feel... Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before C'mon (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighborhood pusha Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit [Chorus: Pharrell] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) (Malice overlapping last line of Chorus) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this rap so the feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin' And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me [Chorus] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) (Malice) My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine" Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grinding (Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line) I move 'caine like a criple Balance weight through the hood Kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel-- Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin' I'm grindin' Jack [Chorus] ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack Bitch niggas where ya hearts at? Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us Bitch niggas where ya cars at? They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?" I'm about to bring CMR back And all the lames, we done lost that And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back "Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back And the wheels on my car you got all of that Stop playing, I've been balling jack You don't want my glock spraying I hit all them cats You don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats I get all them gats Fresh and B it's all a rap! If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that? You don't want to fuck with Weezy You don't want to fuck with Weezy Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up Don't even go there round Niggas get your cash up We probably need to clash up And shit got me 'bout ass up They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up and guess what And I heard they got a nice chain And for the right price I'll bust the right brain And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling Riding through the city just me and my friend Friday night special, professional tight aim A gangsta is who you hearing Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling I'm more real than, I got more scrill than Got mo |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy) Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy) Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy) You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy) Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy) That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy) Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy) It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy) Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy) Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy) Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy) And she go both ways (Believe that daddy) Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy) Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy) Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy) 'Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy) Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes All the niggas on the block that got that work to move It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say Fuck you bitch you still ain't got a dirty mouth The hood still ain't got over the drout So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house Nigga we tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house I'm a boss man, I watch over the South Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini) Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey You know we only, keepin it gangsta Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weez |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin {Caller)-hello {Big Tigger}-yo {caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit {Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed? {caller}yeah u know wut I mean aint nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha fuckin helicopters come from the fuckin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin earth {Big Tigger}-yeah he aint bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh heh |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin {Caller)-hello {Big Tigger}-yo {caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit {Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed? {caller}yeah u know wut I mean aint nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha fuckin helicopters come from the fuckin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin earth {Big Tigger}-yeah he aint bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh heh |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
The streets make the hustlas Hustlas make the world go round The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas See how shit come back round for ya Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it See how shit come back round for ya Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble And you can knock on my door But you can't knock the hustle But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen And my Jake but I put more 'd' on me Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz And you know I put the mags on that .45 mack with the flash on that Who want it Everybody sing along Now I'ma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete And when I move, I move out with the raw I move out with the squad To his album we ride we so mob I throw lives and lowest to live For my loaf of bread the people's player I did what the culture said And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled I'm pumping o's with lots of hay I'm so high and really I don't even know why And oh I just go buy a whole house And lay my mat down lay her back down But I never put my mack down You see the thug in me You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B If you want it then come to |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin {Caller)-hello {Big Tigger}-yo {caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit {Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed? {caller}yeah u know wut I mean aint nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha fuckin helicopters come from the fuckin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin earth {Big Tigger}-yeah he aint bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh heh |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
You know they saying since the bar back on the 'dro, he lackin the flow And if that ever happen whoa I ain't rapping no more I'm good with a pina, daq and an o Gagging and choke like ho put the dick back in your throat Still packing fo sho Yeezy Weezy off of the heezy fo sheezy Cruise with the top off of the 'Ghini Bars got cheese I got cheddar linguini That's why I keep the federals scheming That's why I keep the platinum blinging Every diamond's like a nice size I help people with problems look at the bright side With nice ties on a rise so they sitting me high And the rims born in '79 Weezy carry the nine glocks Slipping they gon have to get six niggaz name called carry a pine box Marry me ma, not But here's what you can do to me Give me good brains tutor me W-E-E-Z-Y Wee They call me Weezy Weezy fo sheezy Banana clip on the heater Banana whip on them sneakers Banana dick going deeper Got a good game honestly so respect the young'n Got your girl undercover like a detective woman I'm a mess blow a vest to onion and I'll test your stomach And the pistols right next to him cousin I'm a player having sex with dozens Sex with cousins hoes dissed with husbands My pants is down her dress is up Her head down and her neck is tough She suck till I say, "That's enough!" We fuck till her ass fractured up And when I nut no shower bitch pack your stuff Am I a mack or what Yep, Weezy macaroni with a bony model bitch Are you modeling ma She got her own whip so you following ma She said she like that squad shit So oh you swallowing ma She said she like that hot dick Well miss |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
Ladies and gentlemen This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm That just burn baby, burn baby, burn Pop open a malt liquor Smoke something until your scalp gets killed Gangstas and pimps Love lobsters and shrimps Kool-Aid and chicken Flashy things and women All I need Is Remy and weed Somebody not afraid To go some for my Escalade I'm just pimping Baby you got a rule for me Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me Hey you gotta get high and go low for me It's Cash Money young money never know money It's 500 Degreez it's not fool But it and the dro got me so scummy And to drum hole a whole hundred Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy Hehe, man Weezy's a legend You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel And he be on a level that's so terrific I'm in this bitch hold your pictures And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it This is game at its finest homie Peep it See I was born from a gangsta Pa gave me a whip Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents One of a kind Birdman I shine 22's on it? The bitch ain't mine I taught her the game ma I gave it all to her Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him [Lil Wayne] The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna Mannie Fresh Jazze Phezz |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
Uh-oh, uh-oh You know how we do it Weezy and Petey, baby Ya'know This here is 500 Degreez Holla at 'em dogg Cuz I know I ain't dreaming I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy Switching it up Fuck it put them things on the truck What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up Hating me kinky licks talking so much Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking You want to You ain't built to squabble with us I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus I drink your water up Cool off I'm leaving with something They leaving you something crop stolen An asshole heard it Hip on purpose Dre I did what you told me I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working Keep me a burner Poison that I grab in the morning Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated I keep waiting I hear your name in the papers |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
(Get that dough) Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, C'mon (Get that dough) Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro (Get that dough) Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, Wooo (Get that dough) Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro I pull up slow, chrome flashin lil daddy in a long Cabbi Big hat pimp strong daddy Got my hoes on my arm daddy Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazin that dro earthly green, purple weed, purple V, with purple seats, murck the streets And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back hoe I know ya will, get ya ass over here And take off my polar bear I'm the coldest player of most my age Quote my age, 19 but my money's much old And shorty got crazy paper Cash Money's my army, my navy paper Understand, Weezy is made of paper I got "Baby" paper Floss our bitch, or get tossed out Stunna time criss-crossed out Birdman the bad bitches bossed out So fly nigga we dont walk out Time to get Nina Rossed out I'ma let the heat speak, see I'm talked out What's the muthafuckin talk bout Get you niggaz chalked out Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout You can shine like stunna (Papi it's all gravy) I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up It's the m-uh-m-uh-man, that I hustle for grams Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand See I come through shinin, known big tymin |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets
Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet Gazer seats hold the bare floors I faithfully hold to pimp whores You ate with me and you gon get yours This eight with me that's bullets through doors Got haze in me now I'm so tall Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more And now or later I'm major player I ball right I need an agent player Ay ma you tight you need to page a player That's so tonight you can taste a player I got the burner on the waist if you flinching My shit turning on 28-inches My shit burning like 500 plus And this album's a three permer and a clutch 247 (Yes, sir) I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard) Not here I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain Bang my thing till no more lane remain Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop The Birdman my daddy and we fly south And we don't go to work man we get work out And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought Niggaz is selling and you should be buying Niggaz is telling and you should be dying Niggaz is yelling Cash Money till they kill me C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the block I'm out here bitch I got this here on lock Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop I got ya slick this my year don't knock Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock Wo |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Y'all dues money to ya Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Big thighs with brown-eyes It's Lil Weezy for real Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still I got a good deal I'm from a trill hood I smoke real good Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice What that boy name Birdman junior, huh Fool was smile but five is so wild I can smoke a green mile Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23 Rolling on hot 23's Tote a big glock 23 You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans My block living me I want you to look hard at some easy money Stop playing this is Weezy company Uh-huh I'm the son of Cash Money The fodd of the squad And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky Cuz I'm so fly When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick Looking for my roof where it went Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed Windows are the tint more wood than a bench Working in the hood more green than the Grinch Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim It's Lil Weezy Sucking on my wrist real breezy And this is what I say when you see me Look, and |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
I love myself I love what I am I love who I is I love Weezy Lil girl your man your damn kids love Weezy You gotta love the nigga just because other nigga And I don't love other niggaz But I love other niggaz bitches I love 20-inches on everything I sit in I love my nappy hair I love the shit I wear You gotta love the squad-ad girl If she ain't giving love to the whole squad-ad Get outta here You people love the shit I pop in your ear You gon love the shit I do to hip-hop this year You gonna love when I bring it back to the block this year I represent the Biggie and 'Pac era; you gotta love me That I know ma love me just cuz I got a lot of money But I love that girl too, but I love that girl too I let y'all know me and I would love to know you Now come on Everything that I love in this world Has gotta be the greatest thing in this world if I love it Cuz, I love this, I love that, I love y'all because Everything in this world is just love I know you probably love the bar, right You love to live that big dog life You love to live just like a young'n Weezy by here And I love to see you do so I love my Coupe blow on them deuce-o's I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl He probably love you all your life I love you all night, girl I love an all white pearls Six with the two pipes barrel kit I love to get it cracking in your girl lips I love to sip from bill I love to go hard purp-pill You love that I'm a star and got that work still Don't get it fucked because I love to work still And you won't love how the hurt feel How getting mirked feel And I love how getting |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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... |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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" |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 |
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from Xxx (트리플 X) by Randy Edelman [ost] (2002)
*Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Y'all dues money to ya Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Big thighs with brown-eyes It's Lil Weezy for real Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still I got a good deal I'm from a trill hood I smoke real good Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice What that boy name Birdman junior, huh Fool was smile but five is so wild I can smoke a green mile Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23 Rolling on hot 23's Tote a big glock 23 You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans My block living me I want you to look hard at some easy money Stop playing this is Weezy company Uh-huh * Repeat I'm the son of Cash Money The fodd of the squad And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky Cuz I'm so fly When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick Looking for my roof where it went Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed Windows are the tint more wood than a bench Working in the hood more green than the Grinch Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim It's Lil Weezy Sucking on my wrist real breezy And this is what I say when you see me Look, and leave your broad at home she get took Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book * Repeat Some call me Weezy But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze So move over what you say shortie We could do rent pussy Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas And beating went to the A Eat with desert fey But yeah I'm on my way Cuz I know he got that hay Hey little mami You a ghetto fire tin You come to my post on the island Come on that chronic He-he empty vodka bottles I be high he be drunk that my roll model I rolls by you with my seat reclining When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding Cash Money what you hollering, huh |
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from Nivea - Nivea (2003)
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] |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
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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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
Hey Hey Hey!
<i>[Chorus]</i> Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch! And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh! This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh! <i>[Verse One]</i> Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear Gonna speak in every single street this year My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year Wizzle F Baby ya'll niggaz can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand And in the streets I'm a money man And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men A hundred proof in my other hand If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin <i>[Chorus]</i> Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch The cops is watchin streets are talkin Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch <i>[Verse Two]</i> Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up! And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga How many more do ya love nigga cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse Three]</i> I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin) Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy Wanna be me and don't even understand me Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible And advance a little due to the pine My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind And I let you do the time I do the crime When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga! <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti... |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
Yea shorty, you know what I'm talking bout'
I peep these niggas out here they slipping like they ain't bout Money no more man, so what fuck You know what we goin' do ha? We goin' do what we been doing nigga We goin' load up, get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em' Nigga Keep fucking hoes Loading up on mo' bitches Then you know what I'm saying, we goin' get greedy too nigga I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind I got it, I got it, Murder capital, only key to survive is kill If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets, Yeah I got the sawed off fully, in the Sean John hoody Get fucked ya play pussy We hit em' up when they ain't looking and them body shots hurt And the head shots took him Damn And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him Knock his top to his bottom jack You see me grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom At the very bottom of the map Lou-easy-ana piranhas everywhere you at You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat You bitch could get it for acting like a man Them niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like ya man I back his hand ya man on command In front of niggas he cool with the boys on fam I'm on, I am just in different climates, Ducking the animal keep on running wit my primates You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states, Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, super, What the fuck they play it in the club for Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war, No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushing lord Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord I'm just trying to dodge the shots they send to the god They riding up highway to heaven boulevard Damn, them niggas pussy and jive, Not even in an eye exam they ain't looking for "I" The A and the K will make ya face crook to the side Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side Cause when you wilding you ain't looking, you just looking high And when we hungry you look like pie Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard, cherry jelly Don't make me get the biscuit buster What up gizzle you my distant brother Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep I skip the fronting and sticks to keeping it trill You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill Rest in peace Yeah, you under-dig, shorty its all about one thing nigga, If you bout money nigga come fuck with us, If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga And whatever you bout we bout it, However you wanna get it we can give it to ya Order bitch, ya under-dig Put ya prints in nigga Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll Hey, hey You sleep in a field for trying the dude I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you I lie his body in grease set fire to him I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blades, damn! I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep They ways when I'm in the streets with blades Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face, yea And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table I keep the eight My side pocket sideways When I pop it leave a nigga sideways For five days Birdman talk to em' Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us Hey, hey Check my swag, I travel like sound dog You play hard in the gravel like ground dog I'm underground call me groundhog Lay down logs call me ground law Don't confuse me with the law, nah but just confuse me with my paw Because I am the Birdman J-R I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripkin nigga With the 40 cal Ripkin nigga, rip a nigga Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield Wack ya baby momma but I let the kid live And people say that I am a kid still, cause the lil' nigga still rides on big wheels You feeling animal then come on and get killed And sig pill bandannas like banana's Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana In my cabana, With my bottom bitch from savanna Man a train couldn't stop ya man I man up and you not a man I stand up, say I got my land I'm the man of my land Call it Lil-Weezy-ana That's the new plan Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga That's the only way Dumb shit we bout that get at me Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
"Bring It Back"
(feat. Mannie Fresh) [Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen, People with jobs, People without jobs, Middle class, Upper class, High class, all dat, Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, Elderly people and twerkers Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do da hump, [Lil Wayne] Well, I'm fly as son of a gun a son Of a Stunna, (yep) High as a 757 goin to heaven, (no) Weezy F da reverend preach about me I'm da god 1-7 apple and E I'm da Cash Money Makaveli Yall aint ready, break fast like Tom Petty, Ya'll just petty 82' I was born ready, I'm too ready, Ya'll Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy Meatball Lamborghini, Top spaghetti, Seats Ragu, Uh 20 inch shoes, Ohh me and you got plenty to do, I don't need no pool I'm swimmin in you, And I sleep with da sharks, Shorty on da water water, And I be ma 840 mama, Shake sumfin fo' me, And it dont make sense if it don't make dat money, Ima take dat money,... [Mannie Fresh] Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do da hump, [Lil Wayne] I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da [Lil Wayne] I take off my brim, Moment of silence of my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeh) Frontin roun' here will get ya back dropped off, We do our own thing We dont act like yall I say black white walls wit da back wiped off Ah, ya'll lil' bustas just a tax write off I'm a stand up guy, not da type dat Fall We dont breed them kind, but they bleed just fine Yup, Weezy da one only read between da line, If you can't boy, read ma nine, I'm goin hard in da black white diesel time, Either I'm da illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin it I be Eazy, fall back and be coo wit it, Ball barrer is movin it, Dead float I'm through with it I'm da SHH, Na, na, I'm sewerage Weezy F, baby, I do dis here!! [Mannie Fresh] Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do da hump, [Lil Wayne] I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da [Lil Wayne] I'm old school gangsta, I act like 80, I look like Zetha but act like Baby You play with me I'll react like da Navy, Nah, betta yet da ARMY, yall gon' need dem fo' me And ya head is a beepin' target, You don't want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis, Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans, Sleepin with women that sleep with da Hornets Country boy there's sumfin foreign, Bout a hundred thousand More than what your in Your not BOUT IT, y Ou freeze up like popsicles, Pop up on bicycles, Pop yall like spot pimples (yup) Wizzle Fizzle Original HOT BIZZLE, Still Lil' Wanye but da dividends not LIL, Yeah, don't be suprised how da chrome feel, Uhh get down, uhh get down, Man I'm gettin frustrated [Mannie Fresh] Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do da hump, [Lil Wayne] I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da [Lil Wayne talking] Uhh, da best rapper alive, Since da best rapper retired, (uhh yeh yeh yeh) Da best rapper alive, Since da best rapper retired, |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
I keep pimping
I keep pimping I keep I, I keep pimping I, I, I keep pimping I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front One cooking the crack, one rolling the blunt You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad If you looking fa that holla at cha boy I'm a m, m, mack mack a p, p, pimp I sp, sp, sp, spit out shrimp I pull up clean I get out limp I walk like pl, pl, player I talk like bi, bitch get chere Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer And they love the way I come out wit the gear This jacket these shoes don't come out this year So if you love ya girl don't let her come out this year If you leave her out there then she coming out here And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah! [Chorus: x2] Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire) Who you think you fucking with I'm serious I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I give it to my hoe she gon' bring back mo' Not a minute go she ain't getting that loot And if you ain't got no money she ain't getting at you I like em sexy high yellow if you fitting that shoot Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne Fly wit' Birdman Jr. wave high to planes Say bye to lames don't buy they game If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch oh! Wipe me down cause I'm filthy rich If getting moneys a crime then I'm guilty bitch And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah! [Chorus: x2] I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck Lay at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus Got ladies fa days, got women fa months Leave ya girl at home I made 21 Got that thing on chrome blade 21 Got them things inside make me empty one Pull it ova to the side by a pretty one, like what's good mami come make a cloud yo' pillow, come fly wit' me My diamond sing, my weed is rap Call me Weezy da king or call me Weezy da crack If pimpin' is dead then I'm bringing it back Matter fact it never died so I take that back If ya shoes too small shawty take that back Cause you gon' walk all day till you make that back And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah! [Chorus: x2] Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire) Who you think you fucking with I'm serious Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire) Who you think you fucking with I'm serious (Who you think you fucking with) (What's really good moma) (Its ya boy W.e.e.z.y.F. Baby) (So high in the sky) (I'm so fly watch out fa the power lines ya know!) Get with me, one Pimp Daddy! [Repeat: x4] I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
Weezy
What up pop, what up pop. Fuck what they heard it's what they need to know nigga (They saying C.A.R.T.E.R. yep!) Ya feel me, hey nigga we done built this. Shit from the ground up now homie Believe that daddy, it ain't no looking back from here, we too strong [Chorus] And that's the only way we get down (we get down) Cause that's the only way we was taught (we was taught) And everything we got we bought (we bought) And real niggas still shine in the dark (still shine in the dark, yeah) And that's the only way we get down (we get down) And that's the only way we was taught (we was taught) And everything we got we bought (we bought) And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark, fuck a law, oh!) Cause that's the only way we get down I down down a brother We ain't cut from the same cloth you Downy soft Bullets separate ya body compound a buster I'm a find ya if ya hiding I'm a bounty hunter In ya home putting dick all down ya woman You come home we in the bedroom counting money I bring her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing I say Birdman Birdman what's good today We ain't never let them niggas take our food away And we recognize real and got a rude awakening And woke up together and our life was better I'm the Cash Money son I live a life of cheddar Not a rat though hat low Nike's is leather Lil' maw twist two get my life together Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we knife together, cut! [Chorus] Throw my weight like Sherman Klump I gotta hold up my estate like Donald Trump And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump I bring the pump when it's time to pump Wrapped around my waist like a cumber bun Don't make a nigga pump, you up! I come in that new thing, she threw up Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean yo' shoe up I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up Business mug, gotta get my loot up Bet ya bitch get fucked if I ever met her Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up One by one I push 'em down, fat bullet, fat head make a pussy sound Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town Like that bitch! [Chorus] I give my arms and my legs to the game I'm ahead of the game I dead any mane if he said anything But it's cool, as long as nigga paid when he came And I'm a fool with the flame and the caine Cut it just a little bit but the drain stay the same yeah Young Wayne and the pain and the stain still remain On the chest where the four made a mess yes I'm still here in the flesh twenty one year old legend I'm a live way after my death I sacrifice whatever that's left I give y'all the last of my breath like Write it down take a picture record a copy Press pause only way you stop me fucker I'm a get mine and make you not me Spit wine in ya face if you watch me Bitch! [Chorus] And that's the only way we getting down nigga Cash Money C-M-B man You already know we here never left fuck 'em See me if you got a problem boy I'm at home all day man, it's not a game Stunner, what's really good with 'em We ain't never let 'em take our food away (I got it, yeah) Fresh you nasty on this on dog This one, this is the Carter bitch! |
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[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea Grown ups in between, children and babies Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, yea Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard [Lil Wayne talking] Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh So what I want yall out there to do for me is say this [Hook] Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my cuz that's my [Lil Wayne] Murder one on one, the hottest nigga under the sun I come from under the tummy, bustin a tommy Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit Pow, one to the head now you know he dead Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names Ay its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his frame Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain Cuz the flow is spasmatic what they call insane That aint even a muthafuckin aim I get dough boy And you already know that pimpin 18 how I'm livin young'n show that Bentley Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit me [Hook] [Repeat X2] [Lil Wayne] And I move like the Coupe thru traffic Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent Ya bitch present wit the music blastin And she keep askin how it shoot if its plastic I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back and cut the Carter back up, oh fa sho Ay Big Mike they betta step thangs its already up Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns You niggas never harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking And I aint just begun, I been runnin my city like Diddy ya chump I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony bitch Paraphony tips, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go [Lil Wayne talking] Hold on let me hit the blunt So go, so go This is the, this is the, this is the This is the, this is the, this is the This is the Carter [Hook X1] [Lil Wayne] Birdman put them niggas in a trash can Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man I'm steady lightin another hash and ridin in my jag You will need a gas mask man You snakes, stop hidin in the grass Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo ass You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass While the homie here tryna get paid in advance I'm stayin on my grizzy I'ma bonafide hustler Play me or play wit me then I'm goin find your mother Niggas wanna eat cuz they aint ate nothin But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone, leavin out Leavin behind just residue and bones In your residents with Rugers to your dome Like where the fuck you holdin the coke, holdin your throat, choke This, this, this, this, this, this, this, This is the Carter [Hook X1] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
[Chorus: x2]
Hoes! Lets just talk about hoes! Can we talk about hoes hoes! Lets go You got to talk like a pimp whats good mommy You knew better you threw better who better than That nigga with the crisp, white tee icy white sneaks Jeans to a better you do better gettin' yo ass Out off up in that coupe bitch, see your ass on that new Leather and re-coupe bitch, Its only me you bitch on our way to the stoop. I'm that Birdman junior You ain't know and don't give me that silly bullshit about you ain't hoe. I move ya to my city put yo ass in ya 1-0. I have ya lookin' pretty hit ave and get the doe. And Gucci don't fit you like it's suppose to be in pictures, I computer love baby Wayne ya change your image. You need Weezy them other boys just gimmicks. Me I'm just game, green and straight physics is you wit it Yeah I ain't even tryin to hit it. I ma get it once its time to get it. Lets talk about [Chorus] I got this rat name Shelly that loves Makaveli Number 5 combo meals its bad she K-Y jelly. Our Old school shorty still drinkin' 40's. Grab the mic start a fight, fuck up the whole party. Maybe you should leave, Just yo weave, thats Velcro hell no bitch go wit Steve. Got this lead singer bitch from a popular group I would say her name but she bought me a coupe. Got this poor hoe Shonna swear like Marijuana she dig Lil Wayne But she love the Big Tymers, Got pretty girl Patrice Found out I'm fuckin' her niece She tried to stab her so I grab her and we call the police. Mr. Officer, that bitch den lost it bra she goin' to jail oh well, I be fuckin' her, see two dikes, Spanish twins Nuts press on they chin, will we go belly low well nigga that depends [Chorus] I got old school bitches and new school hoes Female basketball players with cornrows and I don't Like short haired girls no not really If I do she got to look like the old Halle Berry Or the broke Toni Braxton or first Lil' Kim But I still take hood rats and work with them. I put yo ass in a jag and I got jerk ya quick. Give ya ass a Lil' game if you smerk you in, I am pimp not a simp like ice in my drink And I don't think twice or blink Cause I'm focus Rollin in the whitest mink like I'm polar bear yeah let down my hair Get jazzy on a bitch like Fred Astaire Rose gold in her face get'em red as glare My Bentley plum my Mercedes pear. I am lookin' for a freak momma take me there, yeah [Chorus: x3] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
Yea, yea, yea, yea
This is the Carter motherfucker, yea And in my building I must keep it real And man I miss the times, we would shine, you would keep on your side You would teach me how to ride and you would teach me how to pry Then we get on the line and go over our lines We were in the same position and that's when you change position, shit I never change and I miss ya, and its strange but I never forget ya Throw that at you and them bitches homie And I know that ain't you wit that dissing on me That's why I never replied and never will just let em live phony If ya ever died I swear to God I got yo kids homie What's mine is their I gotta give homie, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie Yea Cash Money still the shit homie, shit homie What's really real is you feeling me nigga That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word the giggity nigga And I ain't got time to speak the history I miss you and I know you missing Gizzle but [Chorus: x2] Man I miss my dogs(yea) Many nights club popping(yea) Many nights we were blowing trees(yea) Many nights we were hustling(yea) Man I miss my dogs(yea) Me and you through thick and thin(yea) Me and you through the very end(yea) For only you I was in the game(yea) And I remember when you came to the click I had already made my name in the click, but you got famous and shit I got my soldier rag and dangled my shit I was down to just to hang wit you shit And I banged to the boogie bang bang wit yo click And I ain't even from the 3(3rd Ward), my hood was angry at me, shit But I rose to my feet, played the post wit the heat At them shows while you performed and posed I was waiting for a nigga to jump, see I was patient but was ready to duck Cause you my brother chump Real Gs never buckle up But every family ain't filled wit gangstas that's real And that's real and I would never turn my back or turn ya down Even if you turned around motherfucker But history is history I miss you and I know you missing me Juve but [Chorus: x2] You was my nigga, my nerd, my joy, my herb My main motherfucking man Turk My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept We lived, we died, I stayed, you left Remember how we played to the left And we stayed out of trouble 'cause we stayed to our self Member B and Slim leaving, hand the ki's over Tell me not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia While I watched you reunite wit yo soljas And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the stunna Yea those were the times my brother Now I recognize real and I honor my brother Yea nigga sub mage my brother, the Sqad's my brother The nigga you left behind is my brothers [Chorus: x2] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
I came back around,
I came back around, I came back around The Carter motherfucker Its the Carter man Right now we still in the kitchen man You checking out them bitches booties right (I know) Yea, but lets move on man, I got plenty more house to shoe to show you man Plenty mo' Carter to give you You know, let's go man Now let me show you upstairs Got the glass house floor to let me know who up there Look down and you see your reflection You ain't gotta know who down here You just know you protected Hey man, how I don't know you connected Here's a little morphine let me see you inject it That's right little whodi respect this Understand me or get 'cha mammy a death wish Part one, part two, part three All the parts of "Godfather" all a part of me If you, look to the wall ya' see A few, gagged up, tied up scared pricks Got 'em, facing the wall like they was on "Blair Witch" I ain't, chasin' at all but it get scary 'bout my chips (yeah) And in here is where I keep the bricks Acknowledge lil' marley in the hallway He got the clips Don't shoot 'em Marley (yea) This my lil' dude marley man He hold me down, know what I'm talking 'bout I'll show you the rest of the house later man You wait right here, I be back Carter, carter, carter |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
[Lil Wayne]
Eagle, eagle carter man In a 96 regal contravan On my way to the east to the laundromat Gotta wash that money and get on my ass Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast I got to do something I done blown my last Holla holla at ya boy I be on the ave In that g pricko is what I am known to have Shit tend to be slow I put on a mask And make it Halloween and take all your bags I say hallie hallie hallie why don't you go on and stab And Make these motherfuckers understand Look coach you pitchin' at me under hand But I am a designated hitter I adjust so fast Ya men designing women I am a one woman's man I'm the cash money prince blow the trumpet man They say they want the drugs to stop But I am a major step back when my album drop I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot I got that I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot I am trying to get that dough I demand it now You panic now, you better pan it down For the neighbors be over here tearing it down This is Weezy F. baby I am crowned the prince [Chorus: x2] This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne, This is me on my own, let's get it on [Lil Wayne] And the hand gun is so included Don't get it confused I want no confusion And keep ya hoe I don't want your contagious I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance Its money over bitches that I'm keep on provin' Its weezy f. I got ya momma cruisin' Outta all the hot boyz she say I am the coolest I brought my bag of oranges, its time to juice it This game is a bitch and I'm try to seduce I floss awful lot and haters tryin' to reduce it Put the laser on the 45 iron, stupid One shot to remind who is the fly lil nigga that's behind the trigger I am all chronic combined with liquor You will never see me like momma tigger An eighty's baby a fightin' nigga, I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga I am something you call pepper like a viking snake See me over the viking stove I am lighting bricks Or in the middle of the shoot out, I'm tighting clips Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs (I do this) You catching my drift representing with my section on my belly and shit I am the prince [Chorus: x2] [Lil Wayne] So roll the carpet out, cause you fuckin' with a nigga from the royal south See you are either in or you are out And if you out stay in 'cause them warriors are out Because those vultures, cops, and those lawyers are out So I just open up the gate and let my holliers out No nigga I never call your house I am probably some where taking Toya out Not answer my phone and ignoring your spouse She leavin' messages about me enjoying her mouth Hey, I am ready to knock a boy in the mouth Give me the name, naw better yet point him out Me and the streets got a joint account I am from the streets that you need to be warned about New Orleans, wodie put the that in your mouth And if we feed you with a lot of iron it will flatten you out A few roaches but never had no rats in this house Never telling one another leave tht in the house Always been a small hustler moving my packing out If I ever run into some trouble send my savages out These niggas talking sweet I will get them cavities out I got graveyard flowers man I am passing them out Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now I am the prince [Chorus: x2] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
[Baby]
Hey Wayne I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right Ya feel me These niggas out here picking bullshit over money nigga But you know what fuck a nigga We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full [Chorus: Baby] The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga The only way we live it only way we know to live it On the grind tote a nine do yo thing nigga The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga The way we live it is the only way we know to live it On the grind tote a nine do yo thing nigga Well I'm a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it You ain't fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision Well I'm gone get fed up one day Put lead up in the K Come and hit up where ya stay so Baby momma better get up out the way Cause the bullet got no heart And the trigger man crazy Little man if a bigger man jumps through Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looking But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches I'm a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the hinges Yes Weezy baby flow off the hinges So off the tempo no pad or pencil Well let me go back to what men do Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22's Bitch [Chorus] [Verse 2] Weezy F. Baby hand cocked Demand my cheese Fuck you pay me And I can't stop Please, what you crazy? Man I'm a get it like the man on the chorus Got my hand on a fortune Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window Kidnap ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolks And tell the cops I murder the info Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow Niggas wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low I got ten left in the tech so what they here for Nigga you ain't scaring nothin' Weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my pa in the mud Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga! Its the Birdman and Birdman Jr And he ain't got to his son a shoot ya blah! [Chorus] Homeboy you gotta know that avenue To get off a bag or two or you just passin' through True true, and we just passed the truth Passin' through the streets of the murder capital Where you think ya own brothers after you So you ain't got no other brother after you Don't let the boys in blue capture you Cause they got pictures of me at it too Its all fucked up Bossman Weezy get y'all touched up that blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something Its cash money all or nothing Its Lil Wayne the reverend call it Sunday The congregation know I come with nothing But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing And the choir know I come with money And y'all know I'm Stunners youngin' like that bitch [Chorus] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha Cash Mo-ney Millionairs So take it there Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin' me moist Givin' me head while she hummin', she can play with her voice And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass She could ride a dick too, make me come fast I like them modelin' bitches, I love them swallowin' bitches Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go) I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper Mama you can have fifty, mama you can have platinum All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya [Chorus: ] (Shine), from my head down to my shoes (Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's (Shine), check my baby mama (Shine), whip Rover's not Honda's (Shine), I'm a spend it 'til it's gone (Shine), don't know when I'm comin' home (Shine), pop X and drank Cris' (Shine), My life is the shit It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond face, diamond brace More colors than the game Simon Says Go, 'hind me And Mami on forty-fifth she told me "I'm a last" But she ain't like to much of this But get to bobbin it's head, and so I took it anyway But bitch I got family get your pussy anyway Ok, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin' All these karats like I'm a fuckin' vegetarian Niggas play, I bury them, why'all already knowin' I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin' See I'm a keep it goin', Big Tymin, you heard's me? Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday Wait, don't think they heard me I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday [Chorus: ] I'm a Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog Come through on dub-dueces, they jock me dog Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog Catch 'em so low, they geezy, don't shock me dog Well get the fuck, slide on out the way And let B.G. ease down the shinin' linen Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up You don't want to put your vehicle next to us 'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up With television, Dreamcast, dvds Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga [Chorus: ] I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it 'Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be restin' I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk Bling blingin' everyday, plus I got work (bling) Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven Steady stackin' my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies Love to floss, no secret stun'ner's Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothin from us Young nigga, livin' a life surrounded by ice Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothin' nice" They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys You muthafuckin' right, you think this not girl? Better think twice, get it right dog Know you recognize, we got it on lock for all [Chorus: Repeat 2X] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
[Chorus: x2]
Don't let your mouth open up Cause you don't want to see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out Cause you don't want to see the automatic open out, no Ain't no snitches riding wit us Ol mo the mouth niggas could holla the front Can't no loose slips get on my yacht I leave player haters at the dock, watch And your nigga help ya burn the block As soon as you get hot nigga turn to cop Ya setting up federal appointments now Nigga all in court pointing out Daddy not knowing what he doing his child We goin' mail him his finger when he get out, yea Just to show him what we's about Never let shit about G'z leave ya mouth, yea You inside can't leave ya house Two donut lovers to police ya house I sneak past those brothers leak in ya house And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up [Chorus: x2] Wizzy nigga been bout me Stay low so you don't know shit bout me Make no mistake I'm a veteran at Me never rat mommy taught me better than that Get a gat if you ain't got one already If you do then you ain't got enough get two And you could never get me nigga get you And you ain't got to fuck me girl fuck you I'm rolling with my goons And I would never roll on my nigga take that to my tune Ain't no girl came out of mom's wound Real nigga shit motherfucker I'm tuned, and I was taught If a man talk about another man while that man ain't present A man don't listen They throwing brick but they hands is missing Just watch what you saying sissy [Chorus: x2] Ain't no telling who spilling the earl You telling yo boy he telling his girl O, Now she telling the world It ain't no secret I'm hotter than ether But I don't neither cop shit neither Either close yo mouth or meet the heater We the dirty south where cocaine cheaper You go up north nigga's boost they fee up This where the real hustlers meet up Look out anybody can be them people Yo own people could be them people No glasses can help you see them people They around too many evil people Detectives want to get even equal My desert eagle ain't even legal, but shh [Chorus: x2] Yea nigga watch the people around you watch the people away from you Leave them niggas be let them stay from you These niggas mouth's is running like hot water, I swear to God Real niggas taking falls like Niagara Trying to stay up like Viagra, but it ain't goin' happen These niggas is best buddies wit the 5-0 team they know the DA by name It ain't a game it used to be one Its like these niggas got them big ducks in they mouth that the gynecologist Use when yo bitch get a pap smear That's pussy anyway Weezy |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
OK I'm finally perfect, ya know
Y'all already know what it is and if you don't Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you [Chorus] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas Half ass rappers and true rhyme sayers This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter Because this is the Carter, A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter Wayne in ya brain young Carter Wayne in ya brain young Carter Well I got it don't worry, I got it, I got it Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals My charm starburst, my watch skittles I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle Holla at a player, I'm sorta like B-D Y'all can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too Don't chase the feeling baby girl let it come to you Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable I'm a world class G mami fuck wit' dude I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low I'm a offense coordinator run n' shoot You watch your grill what you ought to do Fore' your ribs get barbecued And my ribs is showing I say I'm starving dude This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude What up Reel, c'mon [Chorus] I'm the Birdman Birdman Junior bitch I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch I be flier than your guy nigga lose the prick Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing And we could shh All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all Young Mar' picture the broad lick All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all I young money a car I just write it off I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick Get ya game up boy hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this Get ya game up boy hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea [Chorus] And y'all better blame Baby Cause he the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy And y'all ask why I never left the navy Cause he the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy Young, young, young wizzle baby Give you yo issue, me don't want to kiss you No, no, no me no want no bullshit So, so stop baller blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich And I floss everyday because I could bitch So holla at ya boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit Like, like, like what's really good wit ya mom or your lil' boy And your sister lookin good shit, shit I'm still Apple Eagle weasel One-seven Hollygrove never ever ever leave you I got y'all waiting on my sequel This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people [Chorus: x2] My hoes got hoes for real Ya merkin' Mannie Fresh merkin' em Mannie Fresh murderin' Mannie Fresh merkin' em, yeah yeah This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
Yea yea yea its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
Its the Carter motherfucker I came back around Its the Carter motherfucker Let me show you my building man, its the Carter I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, know what I'm talking bout This is me fourth solo album baby, I came back around By myself this time, back off the wall Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome This is the Carter y'all welcome, hard as Malcolm Dog is a vulcan Lord help him but y'all felt him That make you a part of me and pardony If a part of me is what you want to be what you ought to be Don't worry Carter me I just acting accordingly I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in me Handling streets in the mandarin V I hear you haters slandering me I just hand him the P Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker and just handle the piece Not two fingers I simultaneously bout two bangers You do not want anger USDA prime beef, ya dead meat I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up I'm already hot when another one starting to heat up Got Mannie hot wit me cause I always beat his beat up Y'all cats wit y'all feet up startin to look like feet up, I'm G'd up On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speaking bout no speakers What's leaking up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby No more no less Baby, so forth and so on Front door living room young nigga switching we What you need, get you crack get you weed Make yo way to the back look ahead and see White bitch in the bathroom giving head for speed But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doing it Daddy tried to ruin it But I built this building from the ruts I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker And the feds know just what's up in this motherfucker Made niggas so they can't bust in this motherfucker So with that lets keep it moving, on to the kitchen where my witches keep it brewing Uh huh look at how my bitches do it Bucky buck naked look at all my bitches booties They handle all my pharmaceutics I got it from promethazine to Metamucil I'm crucial don't mean to spook you But this is New Orleans so my queens do voodoo, ya know So the things just move through I feel ya pain I got things to soothe you That fills the cane so Wayne the neutral Don't hate the game hate the institution That fills the cane so Wayne the neutral Dot hate the game hate the institution, fucker I came back around, it's the Carter Show you the rest of the house later, we goin' go upstairs, ya know Ya know what this is right Tha Carter, tha Carter, tha Carter |
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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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
[Baby]
Hey shorty, you know what I'm sayin' Some niggas palms be sweatin' Some niggas palms be itchy It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it You know what I'm sayin', nigga We built this shit from the ground up Nigga, The Carter, nigga You what I'm sayin' We been around the world gettin' money nigga We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood Every project, nigga We worldwide hustlers, nigga (Belie' that bitch) You what I'm sayin' Lets get them niggas, lets ride shorty [Baby] Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders Five young niggas uptown servants Word, they bird curvin' for servin' Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they jaws curvin' Bitch, and we was raised in these war times Jail also made men in these hard times And don't cry I'ma get mines so pray for me I'm on the block on the grind, mama pray for me So nigga respect my G, respect my grind Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind Nigga respect this heat When these niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep Whoa, shorty I'ma blow they whole block Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind is on plot Third ward survivor, uptown madness Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habit, bitch [Chorus] We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon [Lil Wayne] The murder man, picture me lurkin' Right up behind ya curtains nine's squirtin' And you could hear it when it's hurtin' But if I hear him hurtin' I'll walk over and merk him for certain I took over the circus Cause I'ma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface I walk around, for pound and surface To spin ya ass around in circles, you Urkle Blood run up out ya earth now you purple Your homeboy get it first, but you worst so Now you headed to the skies above And I'm go and get high with ya bitch in the club Yeah, life's a bitch and death's a husband And you gonna have to meet up if you keep on fuckin' up And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Shoot him in his head so he remember Because of that mama I'll be gone till November I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners Them niggas on the block say them boys gon' get 'em But them niggas on the block don't know the toys who with 'em Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy Ya open up ya face I'ma open up the semi I open up ya kidneys now ya floatin' up the Missi- Ssippi, river nigga play with deep water now ya swimmin' Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin' Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it And even though I be the man with the milli's When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's Beef cranberry on the ceilin' This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin' c'mon [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Wish a nigga would say something, gotta Standin' right yea guns up boy Weezy F, Birdman Holla back |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W Weezy Baby This is the Carter man Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go! Raj ya banging 'em in the, Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the.. Raj I say ya banging 'em in the head wit this one cut! Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch Weezy say guard ya neck bitch Weezy Baby this is the Carter I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one You do the math it's a horror While I be on the ave getting off one nineteen for a soft one Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretching ya out If you catch me without the burna burn me I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass I'm dying of doom I say I'm sick with cash These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass Smash on ya bitch ass Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye! [Chorus: x2] Who want to fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who want to fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who goin' fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em Who goin' fuck wit me do you want to fuck wit me Naw! Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house I'll sell a brick to a house nigga I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce Lights off young Teddy Pender is out Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown I wasn't born with no silver spoon But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon Tomb sitting in ya room sing for me But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom But if ya don't hear me doe fool the semi go boom I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace I was once lost but now I'm found Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye! [Chorus: x2] Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da head Whoa! Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da face Whoa! Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da neck Whoa! Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go! I know how to cook so I buy it soft I also sell it soft depending the cost You know that's shells they toss defending they boss They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far Ya'll niggaz better gear up for the coming of the boy From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump Baby what have I done I created a monster Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster Hell no I smell y'all didn't know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on And the block still a hell zone Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! Aye! [Chorus: x2] Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Rim low all I can see is ya hoe now let's go |
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from Destiny's Child 4집 - Destiny Fulfilled (2004)
Artist: Destiny's Child Feat. T.I. & Lil Wayne
Album: Destiny Fulfilled Song: Soldier [1st Rap: T.I (DC)] Hey (I want a Soldier!) The way you got it, I'm the hottest around They'll know it when they see you rollin' impala's around (I got a Soldier!) Wit the top down feeling the sounds Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs ridin' harder than guys Wit the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside When them lames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even try it To shot it wit Chelle and kick it wit Kelly or holla at B Ya, gotta be g's you way outta your league Please! [First Verse: Kelly (DC)] We like dem boys that be in them lac's leanin' {Leanin'} Open their mouth their grill gleamin' {Gleamin'} Candy paint, keep that whip clean and {Clean and} (They always be talkin that country slang, we like) They keep that beat that be in the back beatin' {Beatin'} Eyes be so low from there chief {chief and} I love how he keep my body screamin' {Screamin'} A rude boy that's good to me, wit street credibility [Hook: DC] If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him Betta be street if he lookin' at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Known to carry big things If you know what I mean If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him Betta be street if he looking at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Gotta know to get dough And he betta be street [Second Verse: Beyonce (DC)] We like dem boys up top from the BK {BK} Know how to flip that money three ways {Three ways} Always ridin' big on the freeway {Freeway} (Wit that east coast slang that us country girls be like) Low cut caesars wit the deep waves {deep waves} So quick to snatch up your Beyonce {Beyonce} Always comin down poppin our way {Our way} (Tellin us that country girls the kinda girl they like) [Hook: DC] If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him Betta be street if he lookin' at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Known to carry big things If you know what I mean If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him Betta be street if he looking at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Gotta know to get dough And he betta be street [Bridge: Beyonce (DC):] I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) They wanna take care of me (Where they at) I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) Don't mind takin one for me (Where they at) I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) They wanna spend that on me (Where they at) I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) Wouldn't mind puttin that on me (Where they at) [2nd Rap: Lil Wayne] Hey, see cash money is a army I'm walkin' wit purple hearts on me You talkin' to the sargeant Body marked up like the subway in harlem Call him, weezy f baby, please say the baby If you don't see me on the block I ain't tryna hide I blend in wit the hood, i'm camouflage Bandana tied, so mommy join my troop Now every time she hear my name she salute [Verse 3: Michelle (DC)] I like dem boys over there they lookin' strong tonight {Strong tonight} Just might give one the phone tonight {Phone tonight} Homey in the dickies in my zone tonight {Zone tonight} He don't know it might be on tonight {On tonight} Ooh he lookin' good and he talkin' right {Talkin' right} He the type that might change my life {Change my life} Everytime he look at me my girls be like {Girls be like} (That one may be the one tonight) [Hook: DC] If his status ain't hood<... |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
Yea shorty, you know what I'm talking bout'
I peep these niggas out here they slipping like they ain't bout Money no more man, so what fuck You know what we goin' do ha? We goin' do what we been doing nigga We goin' load up, get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em' Nigga Keep fucking hoes Loading up on mo' bitches Then you know what I'm saying, we goin' get greedy too nigga I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind I got it, I got it, Murder capital, only key to survive is kill If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets, Yeah I got the sawed off fully, in the Sean John hoody Get fucked ya play pussy We hit em' up when they ain't looking and them body shots hurt And the head shots took him Damn And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him Knock his top to his bottom jack You see me grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom At the very bottom of the map Lou-easy-ana piranhas everywhere you at You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat You bitch could get it for acting like a man Them niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like ya man I back his hand ya man on command In front of niggas he cool with the boys on fam I'm on, I am just in different climates, Ducking the animal keep on running wit my primates You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states, Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, super, What the fuck they play it in the club for Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war, No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushing lord Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord I'm just trying to dodge the shots they send to the god They riding up highway to heaven boulevard Damn, them niggas pussy and jive, Not even in an eye exam they ain't looking for "I" The A and the K will make ya face crook to the side Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side Cause when you wilding you ain't looking, you just looking high And when we hungry you look like pie Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard, cherry jelly Don't make me get the biscuit buster What up gizzle you my distant brother Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep I skip the fronting and sticks to keeping it trill You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill Rest in peace Yeah, you under-dig, shorty its all about one thing nigga, If you bout money nigga come fuck with us, If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga And whatever you bout we bout it, However you wanna get it we can give it to ya Order bitch, ya under-dig Put ya prints in nigga Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll Hey, hey You sleep in a field for trying the dude I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you I lie his body in grease set fire to him I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blades, damn! I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep They ways when I'm in the streets with blades Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face, yea And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table I keep the eight My side pocket sideways When I pop it leave a nigga sideways For five days Birdman talk to em' Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us Hey, hey Check my swag, I travel like sound dog You play hard in the gravel like ground dog I'm underground call me groundhog Lay down logs call me ground law Don't confuse me with the law, nah but just confuse me with my paw Because I am the Birdman J-R I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripkin nigga With the 40 cal Ripkin nigga, rip a nigga Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield Wack ya baby momma but I let the kid live And people say that I am a kid still, cause the lil' nigga still rides on big wheels You feeling animal then come on and get killed And sig pill bandannas like banana's Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana In my cabana, With my bottom bitch from savanna Man a train couldn't stop ya man I man up and you not a man I stand up, say I got my land I'm the man of my land Call it Lil-Weezy-ana That's the new plan Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga That's the only way Dumb shit we bout that get at me Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
"Bring It Back"
(feat. Mannie Fresh) [Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen, People with jobs, People without jobs, Middle class, Upper class, High class, all dat, Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, Elderly people and twerkers Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do da hump, [Lil Wayne] Well, I'm fly as son of a gun a son Of a Stunna, (yep) High as a 757 goin to heaven, (no) Weezy F da reverend preach about me I'm da god 1-7 apple and E I'm da Cash Money Makaveli Yall aint ready, break fast like Tom Petty, Ya'll just petty 82' I was born ready, I'm too ready, Ya'll Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy Meatball Lamborghini, Top spaghetti, Seats Ragu, Uh 20 inch shoes, Ohh me and you got plenty to do, I don't need no pool I'm swimmin in you, And I sleep with da sharks, Shorty on da water water, And I be ma 840 mama, Shake sumfin fo' me, And it dont make sense if it don't make dat money, Ima take dat money,... [Mannie Fresh] Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do da hump, [Lil Wayne] I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da [Lil Wayne] I take off my brim, Moment of silence of my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeh) Frontin roun' here will get ya back dropped off, We do our own thing We dont act like yall I say black white walls wit da back wiped off Ah, ya'll lil' bustas just a tax write off I'm a stand up guy, not da type dat Fall We dont breed them kind, but they bleed just fine Yup, Weezy da one only read between da line, If you can't boy, read ma nine, I'm goin hard in da black white diesel time, Either I'm da illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin it I be Eazy, fall back and be coo wit it, Ball barrer is movin it, Dead float I'm through with it I'm da SHH, Na, na, I'm sewerage Weezy F, baby, I do dis here!! [Mannie Fresh] Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do da hump, [Lil Wayne] I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da [Lil Wayne] I'm old school gangsta, I act like 80, I look like Zetha but act like Baby You play with me I'll react like da Navy, Nah, betta yet da ARMY, yall gon' need dem fo' me And ya head is a beepin' target, You don't want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis, Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans, Sleepin with women that sleep with da Hornets Country boy there's sumfin foreign, Bout a hundred thousand More than what your in Your not BOUT IT, y Ou freeze up like popsicles, Pop up on bicycles, Pop yall like spot pimples (yup) Wizzle Fizzle Original HOT BIZZLE, Still Lil' Wanye but da dividends not LIL, Yeah, don't be suprised how da chrome feel, Uhh get down, uhh get down, Man I'm gettin frustrated [Mannie Fresh] Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do da hump, [Lil Wayne] I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee) I bring it back to da bottom of da [Lil Wayne talking] Uhh, da best rapper alive, Since da best rapper retired, (uhh yeh yeh yeh) Da best rapper alive, Since da best rapper retired, |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
I keep pimping
I keep pimping I keep I, I keep pimping I, I, I keep pimping I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front One cooking the crack, one rolling the blunt You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad If you looking fa that holla at cha boy I'm a m, m, mack mack a p, p, pimp I sp, sp, sp, spit out shrimp I pull up clean I get out limp I walk like pl, pl, player I talk like bi, bitch get chere Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer And they love the way I come out wit the gear This jacket these shoes don't come out this year So if you love ya girl don't let her come out this year If you leave her out there then she coming out here And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah! [Chorus: x2] Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire) Who you think you fucking with I'm serious I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I give it to my hoe she gon' bring back mo' Not a minute go she ain't getting that loot And if you ain't got no money she ain't getting at you I like em sexy high yellow if you fitting that shoot Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne Fly wit' Birdman Jr. wave high to planes Say bye to lames don't buy they game If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch oh! Wipe me down cause I'm filthy rich If getting moneys a crime then I'm guilty bitch And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah! [Chorus: x2] I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck Lay at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus Got ladies fa days, got women fa months Leave ya girl at home I made 21 Got that thing on chrome blade 21 Got them things inside make me empty one Pull it ova to the side by a pretty one, like what's good mami come make a cloud yo' pillow, come fly wit' me My diamond sing, my weed is rap Call me Weezy da king or call me Weezy da crack If pimpin' is dead then I'm bringing it back Matter fact it never died so I take that back If ya shoes too small shawty take that back Cause you gon' walk all day till you make that back And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah! [Chorus: x2] Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire) Who you think you fucking with I'm serious Who you think you fucking with (bitch!) Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with Who you think you fucking with (I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire) Who you think you fucking with I'm serious (Who you think you fucking with) (What's really good moma) (Its ya boy W.e.e.z.y.F. Baby) (So high in the sky) (I'm so fly watch out fa the power lines ya know!) Get with me, one Pimp Daddy! [Repeat: x4] I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
Jazze Pha)
(Lil Wayne) (Speak to them Jazze) I (Yea fly guy) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy-F baby) Let me, (whoa) be the one that you throw it to, baby (Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you, baby (Yea so how bout you, yeah, yeah, so how bout you) (Lil Wayne) I'll take your bitch give her back; take your bitch again That's because you throw a 5 I pitch a 10 Now she wanna get inside of my 66 She sees that my wrist blue and yellow like Michigan She say she love her man she misses him But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me) I'm her long distance pimp When I land my bitches wait for me on the strip (yup) And I don't lie I confess, I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress Gotta dress to impress though, Gotta stay clean, plus momma in the next row She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death It's the bird man jr. sincerely yours When it rains it pours, when it Waynes it whores (Chorus) (Li' Wayne) Now why you wanna go do that I can see through that Tattoo right there like can't I view that Girl what that say, what who that Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne (no) Cus I'm way more flyer Have you hanging round a bunch of yayo buyers (nop) And not a day go by us, we don't get higher than the telephone wires Cut your telephone off we rising where phones don't roam they don't even come on You're far from home so leave it alone You creeping with the king of the throne You sleeping in a tee and a thong With your hair in a pony I ain't got no blinds we can stare at the morning (yup) But I can't be there all morning I'm a pimp baby, yeah I'm going, going, going (Chorus) (Lil Wayne) I'm Sorry I was grooving Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music But let's get back to what we was doing Laid back in that black on Pat Ewing's That's 33 V tires heat fire These streets ain't papaya ma You gotta keep heat on your side 2 must So I'm a get 3 more and I'm a cop you one Wait, naw hun cus you ain't exempt If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip (yea) But I love the way your jeans huggin in your hip And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips But I can't fall for you cus I stick to the script (yup) I said I stick to my grip; I stick to my money, that's life to me Sorry honey Jazze (Chorus) (Lil Wayne) So how bout you yea So how bout you See what I'm talking bout sweet heart you ain't even gotta have John Madden you ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta have Lee Carsole you ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn know what I'm talking bout, you ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN you ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports baby cus I got game sweetheart Just fuck with the boy and I'll get you a jersey What you want me to put on the back Daddy's little girl that's right, know what I'm talking bout I can't give you the game but I can show the game and you can see what you see and peek how you peek and see what you get know what I'm talking bout Weezy |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
Weezy
What up pop, what up pop. Fuck what they heard it's what they need to know nigga (They saying C.A.R.T.E.R. yep!) Ya feel me, hey nigga we done built this. Shit from the ground up now homie Believe that daddy, it ain't no looking back from here, we too strong [Chorus] And that's the only way we get down (we get down) Cause that's the only way we was taught (we was taught) And everything we got we bought (we bought) And real niggas still shine in the dark (still shine in the dark, yeah) And that's the only way we get down (we get down) And that's the only way we was taught (we was taught) And everything we got we bought (we bought) And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark, fuck a law, oh!) Cause that's the only way we get down I down down a brother We ain't cut from the same cloth you Downy soft Bullets separate ya body compound a buster I'm a find ya if ya hiding I'm a bounty hunter In ya home putting dick all down ya woman You come home we in the bedroom counting money I bring her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing I say Birdman Birdman what's good today We ain't never let them niggas take our food away And we recognize real and got a rude awakening And woke up together and our life was better I'm the Cash Money son I live a life of cheddar Not a rat though hat low Nike's is leather Lil' maw twist two get my life together Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we knife together, cut! [Chorus] Throw my weight like Sherman Klump I gotta hold up my estate like Donald Trump And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump I bring the pump when it's time to pump Wrapped around my waist like a cumber bun Don't make a nigga pump, you up! I come in that new thing, she threw up Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean yo' shoe up I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up Business mug, gotta get my loot up Bet ya bitch get fucked if I ever met her Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up One by one I push 'em down, fat bullet, fat head make a pussy sound Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town Like that bitch! [Chorus] I give my arms and my legs to the game I'm ahead of the game I dead any mane if he said anything But it's cool, as long as nigga paid when he came And I'm a fool with the flame and the caine Cut it just a little bit but the drain stay the same yeah Young Wayne and the pain and the stain still remain On the chest where the four made a mess yes I'm still here in the flesh twenty one year old legend I'm a live way after my death I sacrifice whatever that's left I give y'all the last of my breath like Write it down take a picture record a copy Press pause only way you stop me fucker I'm a get mine and make you not me Spit wine in ya face if you watch me Bitch! [Chorus] And that's the only way we getting down nigga Cash Money C-M-B man You already know we here never left fuck 'em See me if you got a problem boy I'm at home all day man, it's not a game Stunner, what's really good with 'em We ain't never let 'em take our food away (I got it, yeah) Fresh you nasty on this on dog This one, this is the Carter bitch! |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea Grown ups in between, children and babies Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, yea Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard [Lil Wayne talking] Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh So what I want yall out there to do for me is say this [Hook] Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my cuz that's my [Lil Wayne] Murder one on one, the hottest nigga under the sun I come from under the tummy, bustin a tommy Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit Pow, one to the head now you know he dead Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names Ay its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his frame Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain Cuz the flow is spasmatic what they call insane That aint even a muthafuckin aim I get dough boy And you already know that pimpin 18 how I'm livin young'n show that Bentley Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit me [Hook] [Repeat X2] [Lil Wayne] And I move like the Coupe thru traffic Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent Ya bitch present wit the music blastin And she keep askin how it shoot if its plastic I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back and cut the Carter back up, oh fa sho Ay Big Mike they betta step thangs its already up Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns You niggas never harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking And I aint just begun, I been runnin my city like Diddy ya chump I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony bitch Paraphony tips, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go [Lil Wayne talking] Hold on let me hit the blunt So go, so go This is the, this is the, this is the This is the, this is the, this is the This is the Carter [Hook X1] [Lil Wayne] Birdman put them niggas in a trash can Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man I'm steady lightin another hash and ridin in my jag You will need a gas mask man You snakes, stop hidin in the grass Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo ass You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass While the homie here tryna get paid in advance I'm stayin on my grizzy I'ma bonafide hustler Play me or play wit me then I'm goin find your mother Niggas wanna eat cuz they aint ate nothin But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone, leavin out Leavin behind just residue and bones In your residents with Rugers to your dome Like where the fuck you holdin the coke, holdin your throat, choke This, this, this, this, this, this, this, This is the Carter [Hook X1] |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
[Chorus: x2]
Hoes! Lets just talk about hoes! Can we talk about hoes hoes! Lets go You got to talk like a pimp whats good mommy You knew better you threw better who better than That nigga with the crisp, white tee icy white sneaks Jeans to a better you do better gettin' yo ass Out off up in that coupe bitch, see your ass on that new Leather and re-coupe bitch, Its only me you bitch on our way to the stoop. I'm that Birdman junior You ain't know and don't give me that silly bullshit about you ain't hoe. I move ya to my city put yo ass in ya 1-0. I have ya lookin' pretty hit ave and get the doe. And Gucci don't fit you like it's suppose to be in pictures, I computer love baby Wayne ya change your image. You need Weezy them other boys just gimmicks. Me I'm just game, green and straight physics is you wit it Yeah I ain't even tryin to hit it. I ma get it once its time to get it. Lets talk about [Chorus] I got this rat name Shelly that loves Makaveli Number 5 combo meals its bad she K-Y jelly. Our Old school shorty still drinkin' 40's. Grab the mic start a fight, fuck up the whole party. Maybe you should leave, Just yo weave, thats Velcro hell no bitch go wit Steve. Got this lead singer bitch from a popular group I would say her name but she bought me a coupe. Got this poor hoe Shonna swear like Marijuana she dig Lil Wayne But she love the Big Tymers, Got pretty girl Patrice Found out I'm fuckin' her niece She tried to stab her so I grab her and we call the police. Mr. Officer, that bitch den lost it bra she goin' to jail oh well, I be fuckin' her, see two dikes, Spanish twins Nuts press on they chin, will we go belly low well nigga that depends [Chorus] I got old school bitches and new school hoes Female basketball players with cornrows and I don't Like short haired girls no not really If I do she got to look like the old Halle Berry Or the broke Toni Braxton or first Lil' Kim But I still take hood rats and work with them. I put yo ass in a jag and I got jerk ya quick. Give ya ass a Lil' game if you smerk you in, I am pimp not a simp like ice in my drink And I don't think twice or blink Cause I'm focus Rollin in the whitest mink like I'm polar bear yeah let down my hair Get jazzy on a bitch like Fred Astaire Rose gold in her face get'em red as glare My Bentley plum my Mercedes pear. I am lookin' for a freak momma take me there, yeah [Chorus: x3] |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
Yea, yea, yea, yea
This is the Carter motherfucker, yea And in my building I must keep it real And man I miss the times, we would shine, you would keep on your side You would teach me how to ride and you would teach me how to pry Then we get on the line and go over our lines We were in the same position and that's when you change position, shit I never change and I miss ya, and its strange but I never forget ya Throw that at you and them bitches homie And I know that ain't you wit that dissing on me That's why I never replied and never will just let em live phony If ya ever died I swear to God I got yo kids homie What's mine is their I gotta give homie, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie Yea Cash Money still the shit homie, shit homie What's really real is you feeling me nigga That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word the giggity nigga And I ain't got time to speak the history I miss you and I know you missing Gizzle but [Chorus: x2] Man I miss my dogs(yea) Many nights club popping(yea) Many nights we were blowing trees(yea) Many nights we were hustling(yea) Man I miss my dogs(yea) Me and you through thick and thin(yea) Me and you through the very end(yea) For only you I was in the game(yea) And I remember when you came to the click I had already made my name in the click, but you got famous and shit I got my soldier rag and dangled my shit I was down to just to hang wit you shit And I banged to the boogie bang bang wit yo click And I ain't even from the 3(3rd Ward), my hood was angry at me, shit But I rose to my feet, played the post wit the heat At them shows while you performed and posed I was waiting for a nigga to jump, see I was patient but was ready to duck Cause you my brother chump Real Gs never buckle up But every family ain't filled wit gangstas that's real And that's real and I would never turn my back or turn ya down Even if you turned around motherfucker But history is history I miss you and I know you missing me Juve but [Chorus: x2] You was my nigga, my nerd, my joy, my herb My main motherfucking man Turk My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept We lived, we died, I stayed, you left Remember how we played to the left And we stayed out of trouble 'cause we stayed to our self Member B and Slim leaving, hand the ki's over Tell me not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia While I watched you reunite wit yo soljas And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the stunna Yea those were the times my brother Now I recognize real and I honor my brother Yea nigga sub mage my brother, the Sqad's my brother The nigga you left behind is my brothers [Chorus: x2] |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
[Lil Wayne]
Eagle, eagle carter man In a 96 regal contravan On my way to the east to the laundromat Gotta wash that money and get on my ass Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast I got to do something I done blown my last Holla holla at ya boy I be on the ave In that g pricko is what I am known to have Shit tend to be slow I put on a mask And make it Halloween and take all your bags I say hallie hallie hallie why don't you go on and stab And Make these motherfuckers understand Look coach you pitchin' at me under hand But I am a designated hitter I adjust so fast Ya men designing women I am a one woman's man I'm the cash money prince blow the trumpet man They say they want the drugs to stop But I am a major step back when my album drop I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot I got that I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot I am trying to get that dough I demand it now You panic now, you better pan it down For the neighbors be over here tearing it down This is Weezy F. baby I am crowned the prince [Chorus: x2] This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne, This is me on my own, let's get it on [Lil Wayne] And the hand gun is so included Don't get it confused I want no confusion And keep ya hoe I don't want your contagious I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance Its money over bitches that I'm keep on provin' Its weezy f. I got ya momma cruisin' Outta all the hot boyz she say I am the coolest I brought my bag of oranges, its time to juice it This game is a bitch and I'm try to seduce I floss awful lot and haters tryin' to reduce it Put the laser on the 45 iron, stupid One shot to remind who is the fly lil nigga that's behind the trigger I am all chronic combined with liquor You will never see me like momma tigger An eighty's baby a fightin' nigga, I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga I am something you call pepper like a viking snake See me over the viking stove I am lighting bricks Or in the middle of the shoot out, I'm tighting clips Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs (I do this) You catching my drift representing with my section on my belly and shit I am the prince [Chorus: x2] [Lil Wayne] So roll the carpet out, cause you fuckin' with a nigga from the royal south See you are either in or you are out And if you out stay in 'cause them warriors are out Because those vultures, cops, and those lawyers are out So I just open up the gate and let my holliers out No nigga I never call your house I am probably some where taking Toya out Not answer my phone and ignoring your spouse She leavin' messages about me enjoying her mouth Hey, I am ready to knock a boy in the mouth Give me the name, naw better yet point him out Me and the streets got a joint account I am from the streets that you need to be warned about New Orleans, wodie put the that in your mouth And if we feed you with a lot of iron it will flatten you out A few roaches but never had no rats in this house Never telling one another leave tht in the house Always been a small hustler moving my packing out If I ever run into some trouble send my savages out These niggas talking sweet I will get them cavities out I got graveyard flowers man I am passing them out Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now I am the prince [Chorus: x2] |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
[Baby]
Hey Wayne I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right Ya feel me These niggas out here picking bullshit over money nigga But you know what fuck a nigga We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full [Chorus: Baby] The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga The only way we live it only way we know to live it On the grind tote a nine do yo thing nigga The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga The way we live it is the only way we know to live it On the grind tote a nine do yo thing nigga Well I'm a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it You ain't fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision Well I'm gone get fed up one day Put lead up in the K Come and hit up where ya stay so Baby momma better get up out the way Cause the bullet got no heart And the trigger man crazy Little man if a bigger man jumps through Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looking But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches I'm a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the hinges Yes Weezy baby flow off the hinges So off the tempo no pad or pencil Well let me go back to what men do Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22's Bitch [Chorus] [Verse 2] Weezy F. Baby hand cocked Demand my cheese Fuck you pay me And I can't stop Please, what you crazy? Man I'm a get it like the man on the chorus Got my hand on a fortune Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window Kidnap ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolks And tell the cops I murder the info Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow Niggas wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low I got ten left in the tech so what they here for Nigga you ain't scaring nothin' Weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my pa in the mud Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga! Its the Birdman and Birdman Jr And he ain't got to his son a shoot ya blah! [Chorus] Homeboy you gotta know that avenue To get off a bag or two or you just passin' through True true, and we just passed the truth Passin' through the streets of the murder capital Where you think ya own brothers after you So you ain't got no other brother after you Don't let the boys in blue capture you Cause they got pictures of me at it too Its all fucked up Bossman Weezy get y'all touched up that blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something Its cash money all or nothing Its Lil Wayne the reverend call it Sunday The congregation know I come with nothing But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing And the choir know I come with money And y'all know I'm Stunners youngin' like that bitch [Chorus] |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
[Chorus: x2]
Don't let your mouth open up Cause you don't want to see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out Cause you don't want to see the automatic open out, no Ain't no snitches riding wit us Ol mo the mouth niggas could holla the front Can't no loose slips get on my yacht I leave player haters at the dock, watch And your nigga help ya burn the block As soon as you get hot nigga turn to cop Ya setting up federal appointments now Nigga all in court pointing out Daddy not knowing what he doing his child We goin' mail him his finger when he get out, yea Just to show him what we's about Never let shit about G'z leave ya mouth, yea You inside can't leave ya house Two donut lovers to police ya house I sneak past those brothers leak in ya house And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up [Chorus: x2] Wizzy nigga been bout me Stay low so you don't know shit bout me Make no mistake I'm a veteran at Me never rat mommy taught me better than that Get a gat if you ain't got one already If you do then you ain't got enough get two And you could never get me nigga get you And you ain't got to fuck me girl fuck you I'm rolling with my goons And I would never roll on my nigga take that to my tune Ain't no girl came out of mom's wound Real nigga shit motherfucker I'm tuned, and I was taught If a man talk about another man while that man ain't present A man don't listen They throwing brick but they hands is missing Just watch what you saying sissy [Chorus: x2] Ain't no telling who spilling the earl You telling yo boy he telling his girl O, Now she telling the world It ain't no secret I'm hotter than ether But I don't neither cop shit neither Either close yo mouth or meet the heater We the dirty south where cocaine cheaper You go up north nigga's boost they fee up This where the real hustlers meet up Look out anybody can be them people Yo own people could be them people No glasses can help you see them people They around too many evil people Detectives want to get even equal My desert eagle ain't even legal, but shh [Chorus: x2] Yea nigga watch the people around you watch the people away from you Leave them niggas be let them stay from you These niggas mouth's is running like hot water, I swear to God Real niggas taking falls like Niagara Trying to stay up like Viagra, but it ain't goin' happen These niggas is best buddies wit the 5-0 team they know the DA by name It ain't a game it used to be one Its like these niggas got them big ducks in they mouth that the gynecologist Use when yo bitch get a pap smear That's pussy anyway Weezy |
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