Lil Wayne:
Drop that coke in that hot water
And tell that bitch to hold her nose
Her name Tunechi Bitch
First name Tunechi, last name Bitch
It ain't no bitch, bitch
But it's Tunechi bitch
And right now, I'm here checkin' in for the mothafuckin' appreciation
Who the fuck is Stevie J?
If you don't know by now, you mothafuckas stupid, nigga
Fuck wrong with you?
LIV on Sundays
And money every mothafuckin' day, nigga
Hood:
Man I'm richer than a bitch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'
Man I'm richer than a bitch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'
Hood:
Big homie droppin' off the torch, I'm smokin' out the Porsche
Real life, street nigga, made a million off the court
I don't even fuckin' hoop, I can really run and shoot
Ho you know I give and go, I can really duck and move
Homie call Pusha T, ask him what's the bookin' fee
I don't need a fuckin' show, hit my kitchen, cook a ki
She say "Thank you", I say "Please, all this coke, you still want cheese?"
All that dope stuck in your nose, and you still gon' charge a G?
Ho you know it's so HB, we got the game like KBC
Gave the profit to my mom, I've been bumpin' Tracy T
I've been leanin', I've been fienin', I've been prayin' for my demons
You must
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Lil Wayne talking...yeah, hard body hard body,carter carter carter, carter, yeah lets go
Verse 1
Cash Money, Young money, Mother f**k the otherside, they can f**k wit us if they want I bring em' homicide, word to my mama I'm gon' continue bombing, told her gettin outta the game is like comin out of a coma', I'm tryin, but im normal when this rap shit get boring all I ask is that u pray for me, please...and the beat keep crying and imma keep beating her, Fee im f**kin her, im deep in her, sleep in her, and wat happens when the reaper come, I'm jus hopin that he sends the elevator up, I made enough I aint make shit, so while im here imma take that and take this(nigga)breakfast yes....lets eat wipe your mouth when u finish that heart for the lunch and dinner, no beginner to the criminal activity, f**k with them they rushin in like seminoles, indians no bow and arrows Harold, Just Ninas trina,Just choppas Robert, carter 2 tell me how is u gon' stop a riot(huh), I lock and seal it, im the best i can feel it, im in the lead i can pop a wheelie, not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb i'm here motherf**ka make room (Booommmmm!)Young tune the big kahuna its my ocean baby yall niggas is tuna, better now than sooner, jr,flyin round your city tryna take a number 2nya, aint goin nowhere special i wont never leave(un uh) shit im already a legend if I ever leave(ya kno)You cant get rid of me(un uh)not lil me man i got em' imma get em "B"(I got em B)I'm hungry like I didnt eat, I want it like i didnt see a meal before seventeen (boy), wat the f**k u niggas tellin me (huh), u pups cant keep up with the pedigree, catch me where the weather be, somewhere in the seventy's(yeah), Call myself settling, palm trees, with methazine, but whats new, sometimes I cant cut through that rough loot get f**ked so many times to its f**k u(f**k u), so how u won' do it baby we can get it all u gotta do is say it and im
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[Lil Wayne talking]
F**k with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherf**ker would trip this year
[Verse One]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy love thy brotha
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherf**ker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach
You niggaz better take side with young money, Cash Money
You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
I'll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
The magazine empty and the nine stop busting
I bang my fist till my palms get bloody
'cause I'm a monsta man
I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he stands
I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherf**ker would trip this year
[Verse 2]
Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am
So ready for whateva that awaits me
Run up in your place wile you're sleepin await the
Calicoes, ak's, Uzi-machines
Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees
I am takin names, so who wanna leave
Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin
AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
Feet by the
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[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
(??) 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
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Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man
Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand
We be steamin.. blazin.. nines, pumps, and K's, and
Holly Grove 17th, (what) tha hood where I (what) was raised in (what)
Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and
rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and
Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers
EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward
No respect from no stunt, and no money without power
We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour
Some niggaz like that powder, foldin up what they drain
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of that 'caine, jackin and crackin brains
Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
Chorus: B.G. and Juvenile, Lil' Wayne
Juve: Nigga you got that llello?
B.G.: Well cook something nigga
Juve: Nigga you let them K's go?
B.G.: Well bust somethin nigga
Juve: Are you duckin that law?
B.G.: You better run from em nigga
Juve: Are you playin with that raw?
B.G.: Well won't you front somethin nigga
[Wayne] Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha..
[Lil' Wayne]
See where I'm from we keep our guns out
Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, so we be thugged out
It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out
And they got quarters, halfs, and birds in that one house (I got it)
(I got it) It's all good in the hood but a lot illegal
Soon as you get
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I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground
I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...
Ok I'm talking bout a
Good girl gone bad
Crooked world wrong pad
Right mom wrong dad
I sing this song mad but not mad enough to shoot you
But it just eats me up like some bbq from Luther's
In the morning with the boosters
On the corner with the boosters
And she's the freshcut and they're on her like sutures
And I wanna talk to her
But her momma has to school her
I wanna see her better
She's the weather of my future
I don't wanna see another hurricane
Baby you can kill the pain
If you just let me explain
Trust me I know what I'm sayin'
You will end up on the track of an oncoming train
Stuck in the passenger seat
Trying do the fast lane
Well once upon a time there was a mom and a dad
Who on the outside had everything people wished they had
A beautiful daughter two story house two car garage
And a white picket fence wrapped around the front yard
See daddy was a doctor
And mommy was a banker
Mommy's job got outsourced
So now mommy's drinker
Daddy had a malpractice suit
Now he's a snorter
And all this shits takin place
right in front of their daughter
She says, “Daddy what's wrong?”
But he's just too high
“Mommy what we gon' do?”
She just get drunk and cry
Caught in the middle of two wrongs trying to do right
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[Lil Wayne:]
Vule Voo voo Sha Avec moi BitcheZ (Showtime)
Re Re Re Remix [x4]
(You Know What Time It Is Right)
[Swiss Beats:]
Chilling In My Beama
[Lil Wayne:]
Sitting In Ma Phantom
[Swiss Beats:]
Listening To Either
[Lil Wayne:]
Listening to the Anthem
[Wayne:]
Weezy da bama wat my bama
Your girl wit me so i fan she dont answer
He so sweet make her wanna lick the rapper (this is the remix)
So i let her lick the rapper
She take care of me
And the homeboyz after
Jumpoff Jumpoff the girl a jumpoff
I let ha snort of mountains
And she get jumpedoff
Jumpoff Jumpoff you know she a jumpoff
Pull my dick out and watch her jump on jumpoff
You make it so hard when it all so basic
Chevy grill look like a set of new braces
Southside baby
We outside baby
Smoking on this bitch like Popeyes baby
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
Vroom on'a yamaha, chromed out 11 hunn'ed
What I'm doin, gettin money, what we doin, gettin money
What dey doin, hatin on us, but dey never cross
CashMoney still da company, en bitch I'm da boss
En I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
I'm da, yung stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Yea bitch I'm paid, das all I gotta say
Cant see'ya lil niggas - da money's in da way an I
I'm sittin high, a gansta ride blazed
If you aint gonna ride fly den you may as well hate, shit
I gotta eat.. yea even though I ate..
En'no it aint my birthday but I got my name on dat cake.. shit
Believe dat en if ya mans wanna play
Imma f**k 'round en put da boy brains on da table.. hey
Pick 'em up, f**k 'em -let-em-lay
Where I'm from we see'a f**kin dead body er'yday
Look, uptown, throw a stack at 'em
Make a song about me, I'm throwin' shots back at 'em (pop)
bitch im a pipe, she-like a crack addict
If she saw me cookin' eggs, she thought I was back at it..
I grab my keys, hoe I gotta go
I got my motorcycle jacket en my motorcycle loafs
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
Vroom on a yamaha, chromed out 11 hunn'ed
What I'm doin, gettin money, what we doin, gettin' money
What dey doin, hatin on us, but dey never cross
CashMoney still da company, en bitch I'm da boss
En I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
yung stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
[Christina Milian and (Lil Wayne)]
(Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it)
(They just don't get it)
(Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly)
(And then she tell me)
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
(And they just don't get it)
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
(And they just don't get it)
Lets start a fire
(Yeah, Mickey & Valerie)
(Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde)
(Thelma & Lil Weezy)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm like goodness gracious great wall of China
All we do is fuck all day, all mañana
It's a cold world, I stay warm inside her
Make her perspire sweat blood and crying
Goodness gracious, great God almighty
She fuck me like a king, Stephen, Martin, Rodney
We break all of monotony, baby we high commodity
They just don't get it
[Hook: Christina Milian and Lil Wayne]
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire
Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it
They just don't get it
Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly
And then she tell me
Lets start a fire
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Like goodness gracious, great balls of fire
She ridin' me like a street car named desire
Stop, drop, roll and shake what her mama gave her
Clap that ass like the choir
Oh, I run into my old thing
I say bitch you broke my heart, but thats just growin' pains
Trust me, she ain't nothin' but an old flame
I threw
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Cover my tracks like butter so where the bread be
I say beef is dead meat who that the president yeah me
No one scare me, and you ain't gotta double dare me
Hear me loud and clearly rats aren't near me
wiretap niggaz get blood in they earpiece
I'm from New Orleans nowhere near peace
Pure Beast, Fear Free, Dear Grief
Catch up bitch I'm in gear three
zoom gone, see ya peace drop one finger
F**k 'em and whoever made 'em
I will hurt whoever love 'em cause I hate 'em
Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated
Got her to the pad, I 'on't know how a nigga made it
She gave me relations, so now we related
The morning comes, the picture faded
Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light
Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike
Can I get a mic or a mic and a half
That's Source homie, shout out to the editing staff
I'm all grown, so much better with math
I need a spread in the Forbes takin a Benjamin bath yeah
I'm servin' this track like, Stephen Graph yeah
Roger Federer, there's no competitors
Niggaz know my rhetorhic, bitches know my preference
Young God baby, all them other niggaz reverends
Sittin in my big house surrounded by my weaponries
I keep them away like I got leprosy
Chopper right next to me loaded up wit pepper seize
Got an extra clip but that's only for my especiallies
(Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you
Disrespect a nigga game what kinda referee is you
Swallow it slow, make a nigga ride wit the pistols
Cuzz the fakest niggaz ride wit the pistols
Even if I die old, I'ma die with the
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