(Lil' Wayne talking)
So you made it, this far, hm hmm. We upstairs, I let you up here. You special. Marley, don't shoot 'em. hm hmm. You know what this is, still Tha Carter II people, it's still Tha Carter II people. Yeah, you still in Tha Carter II people, hey!
Lil' Wayne:
Yeah, all I have in this world is a pistol and a promise, a fist full of dollars,
A list full of problems, I address them like P.O. boxes,
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole Cockpit,
we so out of it
zero tolerance
Gangsta Gumbo, I serve 'em a pot of it,
I'm wealthy still f**kin' wit that block shit,
Wet ya ass up head to feet 'til ya sock drip,
Don't slip you might fall and bust ya ass,
No snakes at Tha Carter tell the gardener 'cut the grass',
I hear 'em but they talkin' under masks,
Stop throwin' pebbles at a bulletproof glass,
That's Cash Money honey-pie we ain't runnin' we on high screamin' 'f**k the other side',
Don't get caught on it, this the deadliest grounds I put ya heart on it, and walk on it,
The chalk for the art homie, how they trace ya after I erase ya,
Look around, we at war and you still in preparation,
I'm ridin for them reparations, no patience,
Slow paper is better than no paper,
Fast money don't last too long you gotta pace it,
You gotta know that paper, if you got it from a caper gotta blow that paper, gotta know that,
Photophobia, no Kodak moments, Fed's walls wit my pictures on 'em, naw!
I ain't even in the school yearbook, I don't do too much posin' got a cool killer look, ah,
Career crook, get ya career took,
I'm back like a brassiere hook, bitch cheer,
Camouflage ya gear, the hunter's here,
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothin' but a deer around here,
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Microphone Check 12 or just 1,2
I am me who are 2,3
And im 1,2 high you should look up to me
My french girls love it when we smoke the ooowee (translate)
Um bela' France I do when we smoke the oowee
I do me she feel me coming like new teeth (ow)
I got paper like loose leaf
Come over here and maybe you could get a few sheets
My body's unique like the Sistine Chapel (yeah) (fresh)
Fresh six green apples
I should cut myself to see if my bloods red
Baby I brainstorm, call me floodhead
Married to the money and if she leaves me bury me Monday (hmm)
Knowin your not good then your arrogance is funny
And when your really rich then asparagus is yummy
Hold up, you now under the deep cover of the lil' slugger
Callin' me head busta
Run with me K - blucka
Niggas done fled from-a...
...me infrared, sucka
If him wan' play, busta,...
...come make me dead, busta
Bein'-a half-way out my nappy head
But I don't care - I just grab my clip, slap and spray
Anywhere - it don't matter where a nigga stay
Just believe me when I say, "Guerrilla warfare"
I swear, it be some more drama about these bags
Niggas in black drive Jags - camouflage rags
Niggas' domes get bust wide open with blood and sweat
Niggas ridin' off in Hummers - laughin', drinkin' Moette
You know me: Colleon, standin' four feet
I'm to-tin' cannons, wearin' Rolies
See, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my game
But once I run into that nigga playin' with Wayne, man
See, when I spin-a you bend then I be on you block
But when me jump out with the chop-chop, my nogga, you drop
Now where your niggas at, comradie? They not with you now
I guess they heard that when I'm ridin' I make the crew stop
Now, is you 'bout what I'm 'bout?
If you 'bout what I'm 'bout, you 'bout drama
Thuggin' in broad day with four glocks, a knife, and a chopper
I'm runnin' away, don't get in my way
My nigga!
Callin' me head busta!
Callin' callin' me killer!
(Hook [Lil' Wayne])
Them callin' me killer
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want
Full of blunts
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[Lil Wayne]
verse 1
I got a bitch in the back got a hoe in front
one cookin the crack one rollin the blunt
getting pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
if you lookin for that holla at cha boy
I'm a ma ma mack mack
a pi pi pimp
I spi spi spi spit out shrimp
I pull up clean
I get out limb
I walk like li li li limb
I talk like bitch get get chi chi chi
best player on my team this year and when I ball women cheer
and they love the way I come out with the gear
this jacket these shoes dont come out this year
so if you love ya girl dont let her come out this year
'cause if you leave her out there she be coming out here
and that aint fair but I dont care
I'm a mutherf**kin cash money millionaire
Chorus [2x]
Who you think you f**kin wit
who you think you f**kin wit
who you think you f**kin wit
who you think you f**kin wit
Im a muthaf**kin cash money millionaire
verse 2
I got 25 dollars on the dresser and if I give it to my hoe
she gone bring by more not a minute go she aint givin that loot
and if you aint got no money she aint gettin at you
I like em sexy high yellow if you fit that's you
ooh boo you can come and get in the coop
take a hit of that fruit and get high with lil wayne
fly with birdman jr. wave hi to plans
say bey to lames don't buy they games
if he don't score in the first half bench his ass
if you play with my money Imma lynch yo ass
like john lynch and shit don't temp me bitch
wipe me down 'cause I'm filthy rich
if gettin money a crime Im guilty bitch
and that aint fair but I dont care im a muthaf**kin cash money millionaire
[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 droppe
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Listen, my nigga Drama man this something
I need you to do something else for them man,
just to warm em up, and then lay it on me.
Get ya pipe.
Yea, Gangsta Grillz, Dedication 2, Drama.
[Lil' Wayne:]
Howdy do mother f**kaz its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen close I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin like the f**kin O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the AK47 made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin,
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg,
Then tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga doin it,
Bet that baby.
These other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on,
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on.
Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry Cush,
And when it comes to that paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head.
Life ain't cheap,
You're better off dead.
If you can't pay the fee,
Shout out my nigga fee.
See every mother f**ker at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see.
Its about money its bigger than me
I told my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you f**kin with the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again.
Yeah
Tell em
Yeah
Weezy bad
Na really I'm good
Sound like a T-Rex live under my hood betta know da tec
live under my seat
Put you in tha ground
Now you live under my feet
All white diamonds on the front of my teeth
And you better put the O in front of my G
The bullshit they talkin don't come to my knee
Im like a linebacker don't run it by me
My two best friends will accompany me
And right now they are in my dungarees sleep
One name Mac one name Nina
They hit ya make ya do the Macarena
Where ya tool
Ya gonna need like a muf**ka
And I am so New Orleans like a muf**ka
Its young money and we eatin get ya own suppa
Make me go off in the trunk get da bonecrusher
tec's ak's i leave da scene ugly
Chest head face - arm leg stomach
I neva been afraid I aint scared of nothin
Because I got my thang my thang my thang
Hear that bitch go boom
Boom [5x]
You hear them gun's like boom
Boom [5x]
Yeah
They like the way I ball they call me hot sauce
They know i keep that toaster you can be my pop-tart
I neva had height but boy I got heart
I aint gotta speak I just let my car talk
I got more clips than any movie you saw
I pull up on ya like I need some grey poupon
Hard hat no but I got tha tool on
And you should be my paper if ever tha tools drawn
Yeah
Flow retarded when I spit I get my drool on
I don't rap I just shit like a newborn
I don't write I just spit like a tooth gone
So tell them haters cut it out like a coupon
How come that chopper sound like a new bomb
Little nigga gotta hold da bitch wit two arms
I got dat heat tha fire and tha lukewarm
Im on ya heels like a shoe horn
tec's ak's i leave the scene ugly
Chest head face - arm leg st
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[DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
[Young Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they came in we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unrapped 'em all
Just two words nigga duffelbags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick Ross]
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam and my li'l dog money
Thank god for that brown paper bag that
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (c'mon)
Brown paper bag (tha
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[Verse 1]
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
[Hook x2]
Now I'ma ride 'cause I got riding in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shining in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete
[Verse 2]
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
F**k 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
(Lil Wayne talking)
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Weezy, Fresh, and Unplugged
Verse 1:
(Lil Wayne)
Give me a big fine bitch in a dress
One put them lips in effect
Suck the dick 'til the shit in her chest
You can piss on her brest
I like that shit
Project hoes like that dick, Don't bite that dick
Give me a Spanish sweet hoe
Black from Puerto Rico
Freak ho, Specialize in givin' me deep throat
Really dont care how short how plump, short or thick
Give me head, Don't care, Swallow cum don't spit
Aww shit, I like them Jamicians and them Hatians
Niggas can't take it when they shake an make me rape 'em
White girl's I video tape 'em and they enjoy it
They love it when everybody saw it
Its off tha chain
High yellow Mexican bitches they all for brain
But watch them hoes who want the change
Its not a game
Or short cuban hoe, With a fat ass though
An I'll keep the bitch just like Fidel Castro
Chorus:
(UnPlugged)
Tell me what you like
Let me tell you what I like
You goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin' to make a love scene
Truly I just want you to break me off
Verse 2:
(Lil Wanye)
Weezy the hottest
Drinkin' Barcadi
I stream through the scene on a Lincon on Robbers
Lookin' for the finest dime, To wine and dine
Later on I'm tryin' to climb behind ya spine
Hold up lil mama, Slow ya ass down
Pick it up, Throw ya ass down
Now throw ya ass around
An scream me name
I can't hear you say it louder what (Wayne, Wayne)
A damn shame
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