Uh, my mind's filled with mine fields
The ashes fall, the wine spills
The world stops, drops and rolls
It's Judgment Day or a fire drill
Yea, I pour out my heart, have a drink
They say the drunk never lie, they ain't never lyin' yea
My country 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of kill'em all and let'em die
God bless Amerika
This so godless Amerika
I heard tomorrow ain't promised today
The end of time is like a hour away
Damn, military minded, lost and can't find it
The stars on the flag are never shining
Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today?
Cause I live by the sword and die by the sword
Heard police was looking for me, I'ma hide by abroad
Shootin' stars in my pocket, bitch sit on my rocket
I'm wired off a socket, but still shockin'
Everybody wanna tell me what I need
You can play a role in my life but not the lead
If there's food for thought then I'm guilty of greed
Mama said take what you want – I took heed yea
My little breed, yea
Back to life, back to reality
Been eating my girl and she's so sweet, got cavities
Granted we do it for vanity not humanity
But what's appealing to me is under banana trees, love
I go so hard, I tried to pay homage but I was overcharged
Ain't that a bitch? I'm just a nut tryna bust a nut in the nut shell
Used to say fuck the police, now I say fuck jail
Same shit, different air freshner
I don't play boy, I ain't Hugh Hefner
Tryna be a step ahead, but a few feet behind
Two fingers to my head, pop! Peace of mind
I be in the cloud, cloud number 9
And I just fucked the clock and let it come to time
It's a cold world, I put on a mink
There's a chain of commands, I'm the missing link<
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[Verse 1]
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 'cause 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
[Hook]
247 (Yes, sir)
I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard)
Not here
[Verse 2]
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
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
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
[Mannie Fresh talking]
(Yeah echoing in background)
Grown ups in between
turnin babies
right about now
is ya boy ya heard
back again
DJ Mannie
Fre-Fresh reh ee eh Fresh (yeah,yeah)
Fre-Fresh reh ee eh Fresh (ahh)
Fre-Fresh reh ee eh Fresh
Fre-Fresh reh ee eh 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
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
So go DJ, 'cause that's my 'cause that's my
[Lil Wayne]
Murder 101, 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 flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man it guards yo brain
'cause the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
That aint even a muthaf**kin 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 oh!
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ (i need a blunt, man)
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ (this is the carter oh!)
Say g
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[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind the Phantom curtains
What is you hollin' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich
You f**kin' wit' a winner but I come from a litter
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a money maaan so where the dollars at
? beat that until the flowers black
She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
[Chorus - Lil Wayne - 2X]
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cook or that blow you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin'
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch
Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip
Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'
It ain't about what'cha makin' it's all about what ya totin'
Burn him up & leave him naked bring him back
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[Chorus - Baby (Cristale)]
(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
[Lil Wayne]
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
[Chorus]
[Cristale]
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 muthaf**kin talk bout
Get you niggaz chalked out
Chi-town and Birdman show you what that f**kin hawk bout
[Baby]
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
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, we on cloud 20
That's high (high.. high)
Weezy F baby and the squad following the boy
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down drivin' careless
Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super tight
Baby girl shakin like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
[Lil Wayne]
I'm hot from New Orleans
Its Weezy F Baby
Way above ballin'
I Stay above yall and
I got da A and da K if y'all want it
I'm making way for my homies
Ya better not sleep, stay awake for the morning
It's young Carter come and get it in order oooh...hotter
You six feet in the six
Im snuffed in the Bentley
who shot her stop playin' wit' me
I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers
Mobbin' wit my black Madonna
Get my back momma
Got that Mac persona
I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G
I'm from uptown never tempt me
It's like Nevada
I'll leave my desert empty uhh
Bezzle yellow is pee Yeah..
Ain't a fella hotter than me, ain't another better than me ooh.
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Hole in the door fo' show ya boy rollin'
I'm cold wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring
holdin my coast by myself never bowling
Throwing the squad up lettin' em know what Weezy
F toastin' floating
Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin'
Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded
Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion
Pull a rover over by some hoes in Magnolias
Roll ya body like a snake slow for all my boyz
Whistle hotter than ya hottest gat but so poised
Bodies flying in the air while I whip the Harley
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The clock is tickin
the cops is sittin waitin on me to pop the ribbon so i can get locked in prison
but i forgive em
they dont know i got the bishop
givin me a future face they cannot prevent it
skys the limit, i travel but i tries to pivot
look in my eyes and combine the spirits
time'll end it
if its not a coupla g's its dimes and pennies
if i dont break a knuckle or knee, my shine is finished
im climbin in it but i could fall down the chimney
a hound is in me so dont come around or near me
you clowns is really f**kin up
ya bound to get it
i sit a barrel on ya tongue so round and pretty
fought my ticket now ima skip town and kick it
dress code just some khaki brown lil Dickies
got them pounds and chickens stuffed and coffee grounds in visions nigga
chorus: x2
it dont get no gangsta than this
f**kin with them gangstas i guarantee
sh*t goin get real gangsta my nigga
and you goin back down and get yo back down
yea, fresh off the block thats Apple and Eagle St.
i go through there every week even if its just to speak (what up?)
i dont see Red so i keep goin
he's probably with Rodney, or probably with (roney, roland?)
i go by trill rill cuz he be up in the mornin
see thats that penitentiary sh*t and he been out for a minute
but im up!
Birdman keep askin me to stick 22's on the Rolls and i keep tellin him no but
if he keep playin then ima have to show him
and come through this b*tch on 24's
like what up!?!
these hoes keep askin me to marry em knowin that my ex wife'll bury em so b*tch shut up!
im blowin on that berry like marian
you knowin what the f**k a nigga carryin
get bald head like a Aryan
i think a nigga bout to buy a Marriot
now all my hoes put up
(lil wayne talking) yeah, yeah, real rap real rap for ya, yeah, lighters up
Chorus:
oh, though im missin you, i know im missin you , i find a way to get through, i know livin without ya is impossible but I try,why i know you gone live on, cause you're my brother, my sista and i love ya and i miss ya aww aww aww
verse1:
stay strong,be tough that's wat tha preacher tell ya, he never really felt ya so he cant even help ya, need a shoulder to lean on somebody to cry to, its like evry things gone but ima survivor, standin on stage in front of thousands dont amount to me not having my father, thats real talk, i know alot of yall got em but you need em way more when you gotta go without em, and im without him, but thats life yall, sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard, im alright GOD, shit im still breathing but lost hurt like bullets im bout to start bleeding, throw me down some comfort cause my heart need it, tryna cope with my chances a needle, there's a dark road ahead but im tryna take it easy, rest in peace lil beezy my nigga
chorus: Nikki and Lil Wayne:
(man I miss my dawg I can't believe that its over, but I'm a soldier so i gotta get over, can't stay sober I'm just tryin to get over get over)
verse2:
smoke kush allday and pop pain killers, f*** who dont understand it thats what the game did us,thats what the street showed us, thats how the block made us, the same block where they laid at, i pray every time i cross the spot on the pavement,save me,lord will I be next for the takin, take me, i know im livin like i know when im comin, but im just livin cause i know that its comin, and the end is comin but i aint runnin, i aint hidin or duckin, im in the middle of a war im alive and lovin, im just speakin from the heart of the dyin public, we still beat n we gone rise above it, though it seems like they cheatin and we losin we survive
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(Lil Wayne talking)
Stop, Oh
Who it be nigga? Oh
Weezy Wee nigga, Oh
Lets Go, Oh
Uh-Oh, Uh-Oh
Get off the corner
Uh-Oh, Uh-Oh
Get off the corner
Uh-Oh
Listen
Uh-Oh
(Verse 1)
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 a couple of pants is
Fiends flock like ??? come get this candy
I got Heroin bundles and 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 on a Tuesday this month Oh
Sweet thang, Plus its a sweet thing
In ??? for three days
One time you say what u 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 trying' to get this dope continuos
Ball 'til I fall, One thing I aint tryin' to fall
Want everybody numb like Ambasol
They heard me.....
(Chorus 4x)
Uh-Oh
There go them f**kin' Po-Po's (Uh-Oh)
And if you know like I know (Uh-Oh)
You better get off the corner (Uh-Oh)
(Verse 2)
I'm a young dogg, wildin ecstatic
Violent on acid, them gangsta's doin' time in emparishment
Role models, Keep ya cut, They drank whole bottles
An cuss at niggas, You like f**k that nigga
I let my pump suck track niggas
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[Lil Wayne:]
Ok, Im Weezy baby
And I am from the south where we call all our women baby
Hey baby, hey baby, all day i say hey, hey, hey
I ballin like Fade-A-Way, 3 letter credit A OK
Black car, black car, girl I got a black car
Can I buy some of your time and charge it to my black card
You can be my bittersweet, shake that sugar and salt
Chain full of asphalt, bullshit walks, cash talks
Car black, car big, car fast, Car-ter
Can I stick my pencil in your sharpner
Beat it up like its a drum, call me Travis Barker
Tat tat tat, boom boom, tat tat, boom boom, tat tat Brrrrrrrr Pshhh
[Lloyd:]
All I really want is for you to back it up gon and put your weight on it
Cuz its all right, do what you wanna, make me believe it
Ooo I wanna see ya get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty
Soo g-g-get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty
