(Lil Wayne talking)
F**k, Man I been on this block all day
Hot ??? my shirt, Hot
Boy that look like Baby
That aint Baby
That is that nigga
Let's go
(Baby)
Say Lil One
(Lil Wayne)
One Whats happenin' with you big dog
(Baby)
Look I need to talk bout some serious shit
(Lil Wayne)
Like what?, Look I aint have nothin' to do with killin'
(Baby)
Slow down, I'm talking bout some get money shit an how its gonna go down
(Lil Wayne)
Well holla at me nigga, Talk to me, Let me know somethin'
Cause right now I'm tired of husltin, And these rocks aint doin' nothin'
And to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month I'm done with it
(Baby)
I understand, But you ain't listenin' you just talkin'
I said I could get you paid, Is you with that offer?
I know you see me comin' thruogh everyday pimpin'
In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferari
(Lil Wayne)
Yea, But I like that Bentely
(Baby)
All thats cool shorty, You can get this if you with me
Let me run it down to ya bout this shipment I'm gettin' in
(Lil Wayne)
I mean I'm sayin' it sound good, I like that
(Baby)
What thats a blunt?
(Lil Wayne)
Yea
(Baby)
Light that, Nigga I'll be right back
(Lil Wayne)
Aight cat, Don't be playin', This worth my while?
(Baby)
Lil daddy I play with hoes, Is you a hoe?
(Lil Wayne)
Nah
(Baby)
Say I got work, I need to flood it all over
I can't do it all myself, So I need me a Lil solider
I been peepin' ya Lil ass, I see you grindin' an shit
(Lil Wayne)
I been peepin' you to, Nigga I see you shinin' an shit
An you don't even know
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(Lil' Wayne)
Cut the lights off nigga (Cut 'em off)
You know what time it is (What)
You know what time it is (What)
Strap Up (Gun Cocks)
Verse 1
Alot of niggas better move out
Cause here I come with my click
With the tools out
All of a sudden all these cowards
Startin to spook out
It's warfare a buncha of niggas
Bout to loose out
It's time to load up them thangs
Hit the spot run in his house
And make 'em show up then thangs
Take 'em in the room go in his pockets
And then blow up his brain
No matter the weather
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail
I'ma slang that metal
So tell 'em niggas in yo' hood
To get it together
Cause i'm the tolas mario
And we down for whatever
Nerver underestimate or you goin under
Y'all keep on playin with Lil Wayne
But that lil' boy trouble
And plus this shorty be ?? wodie
Be storin' bundles M start wildin and
Hit the block and let his toys rumble
And it go ratter tatter
It be ?? niggas scatter
When the M-1 shatter
And everybody on they block
They get bout ten in they bladder
(Chorus)2x
Tell 'em lights off
Mask on
Creep silent
Your lifes gone
We done left the block quiet
Verse 2
La
When it's time to ride
It ain't no time to play
It could be time to die
At any time of the day
And i'll be godammit
If i let a nigga steel me
It will not happen
Ima fire about a hundred and fifty
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Uh huh
Thats right
Carter 3, come on
Yeah, Yeah, Walk with me, come go with me
Yeah, its lil weezy baby
||Chorus||
And i was lightin up mah, LA[x22]
Yea ,Yea ,Yea, 1, 7 Cash Money, Young Money
||Verse 1||
Born In New Orleans
Raised In New Orleans
I Will foreva Remain Faithful New Orleans
I Thank U New Orleans
Thank U Holygrove
Thats Been My Hood Since A Snotty Nose
I Come Trough The Hood Suicidle Doors
I Use 2 Come Through The Hood On The Handle Bars
Gat In My Draws
Money In My Pocket
Crack In My Jaws
I Hope It Dont Desolve N U Kno Im Duckin 5 0 And My Moms
Young And Quick 2 Go Off Like Car Alarms
Now The Youngin Keep His Mind On The Parmesan
Them Otha Niggas Aint Eatin Like A Romadon
Spit The Shit That Make Ya Feel It In Yo Chromosomes
Got My The Money Put My Whole Damn Corner On
Young Carter Part 3 Im The Corner Store
Eagle Street Keep It Goin Til Homasome
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And i was lightin up mah, LA[x22]
Yea ,Yea ,Yea
Yea come on i was lightin up mah LA[x22]
Yea ,Yea ,Yea
Can i kick it
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Can I Kick My Story To Yall
My Glory In God
My Faith In My Flow
I Pray That I Go Where No Other Rapper Has
And When You're Rappin' As
Vivid As I And Limited As The Sky So I
Study B.I.
I Bang Tupac, I Hum Aaliyah
And Soldier Slim Was A Leader
Who Am I Not To Follow Greatness
I Give These Mcs Hell Like They All Atheists
Tell Them Hatin' Niggas One Like They In The Matrix
And Tell The Cops I Can Buy My Own Braclets
I'ma Keep The Paper Running Like A Pair Of Aces
Used To Sport The Gucci Bucks Nigga No Laces
Striped Polo, Five Pocket Girbaud
Mama Got A Two Totter I'm Rockin' Dolo
I Used To Have The Starter Jacket With The Logo
And
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Knew I would love you like a fat kid love food
Knew I would score like Shaq did in school
Knew I was stupid, knew I'd look like a big fool
I must of had the flu, I thought that she was cool
Knew you would fall in love with me and the shit I do
But never knew that you would murder me what did I do
Knew you was right for me, knew I was right for you
Knew I would help you sell, knew I would write for you
Knew I would keep you well, knew I would fight for you
Knew I would pull out my heart and bring it right to you
You knew all about me baby but you wasn't about me baby
Young Wayne prepare for change
Cause it seems like girly don't care the same
You had my chain, you bared my name
Then we had champagne
Let's take a toast
To you and me
Let's drink a toast to our love
And the way it's supposed to be
[Lil' Wayne]
Other people telling me I fell off
Other people telling me I felt y'all
Mama telling me I should at least call
My mind telling me she should at least call
Felt like I was at the bottom of the seesaw
Felt like I was at the bottom of the seashore
But you gotta let her be boy
And when you open up your eyes I hope you see more
And when I see you, I see detour
Don't need to be depressed anymore
Baby girl I need more
Now run your mouth 'til your knees sore
Let's talk it over
Let's talk it over
Let's talk i
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It's gravy nigga. Believe it.
You hot? F**k it. Hot as a firecracker.
(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag.
(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)
[Baby]
Nigga I'ma tell ya straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads
I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars
To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream "f**k 'em all!"
I hustle hard in these city streets
I got my block on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me
Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
Got the whole motherf**kin block loaded and smokin'
Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit
If a nigga get it f**ked, then we killin' a bitch
[Chorus]
Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
'cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a glock, and a bag of rocks
Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
[Lil Wayne]
Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
Don't make me take ya, play ya
I cock the glock and spray ya
Call it a caper, won't be no as-salama-laka
And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready
Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
Got them bricks
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T-Pain:
Now I'm just sitting here at this red light with my emergency brake on
The wheels spinnin', whip looking like it got new skates on
I'm talking 9.8 seconds boy, this ain't gonna take long
Then I hop out at the finish line like "is this what you waitin' on?"
I'll tell you what, homie, you ain't gotta take long
Thinkin' bout this trophy I'mma take home
Give 'em something to hate on
Confetti all over the place, girls poppin' out that cake holmes
And my skin tone should be the only thing you asking me about race holmes
Yea, I'mma tell you what you not gonna do
Cause if the wing gonna pop out the back of that Ferrari
Then the Bugatti got one too
I'm tryna throw these great balls of fire, I'm talking wu-bablabum
Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom
And I'm like
T-Pain:
And I'm like hold up, hold up, you gotta let me through
Yea, you gotta let me through
And I stay right, you gotta let me through
I'mma slide, so you gotta let them too
And my niggas slide
Lil Wayne:
I got too much rubber to burn, fire hazard
Lil Tune, the tycoon
Cash Money mascot, it's hot under this costume
Got pedals I've never stepped on
Buttons I've never pressed on
Backseats I've never effed on
Police, they'll get the F bomb
I still ride with my niggas, money don't change a gangster
And when I'm asked to pull a few strings, I pull 'em til they untangle
Watch me donuts as she throw up like hell yeah
More money, more problems, I'm surprised I still have black hair
I feel like
Racin', racin', who racin'?
Don't give up the location
And if we bet, I went and hit the strip club
And go throw at them pole babies
Ridin
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My leather so soft. My top so soft. I probably have it off. These niggas so soft. And I go so hard.
Bitch I go so hard.
She said my leather so soft. My top so soft. I probably have it off. These niggas so soft. And I go so hard. (Bitch I go so hard)
Look,
I get money hoe, f**k what you talking bout,
Straight out the slaughterhouse. Straight out the dragons mouth.
Fire you cant put out. Tires are standin out
The coupe look pigeon toed. I be in a different mode
I be with them different hoes.
No, I mean those different hoes.
I mean them weed seed bumbaclot different hoes
And as far as terrific goes, they kiss that dick with no mistle toes
Diamonds and pearls and pussy hoes snortin coke till dey nose bleeds
Im sittin high on them inches, im in the nose bleeds
Im on a paper chase, until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats, and let my soul bleed
I put em in your head. And watch the hoes bleed
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed
Now that's cold bleed. No, I mean cold-blooded
And im so southern and that's why my leathers so soft
[Chorus]
[Birdman]
She's soft as a bush nigga
She purple like kush nigga
we high on that money nigga
We get it from cook nigga
Hit em wit that crook nigga
F**kin wit crooks nigga
Know we 'bout that money and we stackin like books nigga
Know what I do nigga
Them tear drops are true nigga
We stay so fly, robbin the coops nigga
Rolls Royce Corniche's, and asses by the beaches
Blowin on that puff, and we drivin foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga,
Know we bout that cheddar nigga
Know I gotta Tommy gun gave one to my youngen son
And we got it together, 47 51, you gonn hear us when we come daddy
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Lee
I be with niggas that shoot police
I keep that iron, you can get creased
And if she say she didn't fuck, bitch ya lying through ya teeth
They say it cost to be the boss, the ones in jail wish they were free
Niggas call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see
Niggas say they paid they dues, well I'm checking your receipt
Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat
Grab the owl out the tree, and ask that bitch, who but me?
Got ya bitch bent over nigga, hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef
Cause all my niggas well rounded, don't fuck with none of these square niggas
Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase niggas
I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor?
Swisher full of that California
I hit it sideways, catacorner
Then she catch that nut like pneumonia
Lil Tunechi
[Hook]Lay it down ho
Lay it down bitch
Lay it down ho
Lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down (x2)
Put the money on the couch nigga
Gimme everything up in you house nigga,
Shut yo mouth nigga (x2)
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]Start it up, vroom vroom
Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom
Unless I get the brain, poom poom
She let a nigga run and get the gang, run a train, zoom zoom
Tryna get paid too soon, one deep
One sweep away in a room room
We getting money over here, talking shit and fucking bitches, I don't know what the fuck they doing Tune
My syrup purple, my turf Earth
My birth circle, I'll dirt surf you
I'll squirt murk you, my verse hurtful
My shooters still got curb curfews
Yall bout as hot as von dutch
Yall not gone harm much
Hijack yall some prom busts
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Uh Huh
Thats Right
Carter 3 Come On
Yea, Yea, Walk With Me, Come Go With Me, Its Lil Weezy Baby Ha Ha
[Chorus]
And Im Just Lightin Up My,La [x22]
Yea, Yea, Yea, 1 7, Cash Money, Young Money
[Verse 1:]
Born In New Orleans
Raised In New Orleans
I Will 4 ever Remain Faithful New Orleans
I Thank U New Orleans
Thank U Holygrove
Thats Been My Hood Since A Snotty Nose
I Come Trough The Hood Suicidle Doors
I Use 2 Come Through The Hood On The Handle Bars
Gat In My Draws
Money In My Pocket
Crack In My Jaws
I Hope It Dont Desolve and u Know Im Duckin 5 0 And My Moms
Young And Quick 2 Go Off Like Car Alarms
Now The Youngin Keep His Mind On The Parmesan
Them Other Niggas Aint Eatin Like A Romadon
Spit The Shit That Make Ya Feel It In Yo Cromosomes
Got My The Money Put My Whole Damn Corner On
Young Carter Part 3 on The Corner Store
Eagle Street Keep It Goin Til Homasome
[Chorus]
And Im Just Lightin Up My, La [x22]
Can I Kick It
[Verse 2:]
Can I Kick My Story To Yall
My Glory In God
My Faith In My Flow
I Pray That I Go Where No Other Rapper Has
And When You're Rappin' As
Vivid As I And Limited As The Sky So I
Study B.I.
I Bang Tupac, I Hum Aaliyah
And Soldier Slim Was A Leader
Who Am I Not To Follow Greatness
I Give These Mc's Hell Like They All Atheists
Tell Them Hatin' Niggas One Like They In The Matrix
And Tell The Cops I Can Buy My Own Braclets
I'ma Can Keep The Paper Running Like A Pair Of Aces
Used To Sport The Gucci Bucks Nigga No Laces
Striped Polo, Five Pocket Girbaud
Mama Got A Two Totter I'm Rockin' Dolo
I Used To Have The Starter Jacket With The Logo
And The Hat, Me Myself Had The No
That's The Saints Nigga
[Chorus] 2x
We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and they lost
cause we took they shit, now its time to floss
22 year old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side
Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed
Yep we do shine, and they gon’ hate
But they hated Jesus baby we won’t break
So we ride like 4 Pirelli’s
So secured no security, no protectin no comparing
Lok and heavy, Ocean 11
Aviators, both tickers, so figures
No playas, I’m Hollygrove to the heart
Hollygrove from the start
Don’t cross Earhardt
Boulevard where the ward I come from
17, one shot, never that (blum blum)
Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the f**k, Hollygrove stand up Nigga!
[Chorus]
Get ‘em get ‘em Weezy hit ‘em where you kill ‘em easy
Sit em in the river, leave em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin
Im probly drinkin that syrup
Thinkin I won’t slip, even though I’m leanin like a broke hip
He don’t know I got the nina wit the full clip
Thats a somersault back spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene clean
12 hundred for the jeans stop playin
Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I- strap a jet black gat ‘til the deck
Tell the mama to bury me with that, No Bullshittin’
My hood getting kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the OG
[Chorus]
Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom
The haters I make e
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