Lil Wayne Tha Fireman Remix Music Video
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Tha Carter 2 - 1 - Tha Mobb
Tha Mobb
Yeah... hard body (hard body)
Carter carter Carter yeah
Lets go
Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side
They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide
Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin
Til they gettin out the game it's like comin out of a coma
I'm tryin... but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin
All I ask is that you pray for me (Please)
And the beat keep cryin and I'mma keep beatin her
Fee I'm fuckin her I'm deep in her sleep in her
And what happens when the reaper come (huh?)
I'm just hopin that he sends that elevator up
I made enough I ain't meant shit
So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this (nigga!)
Breakfast yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner
To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin in
Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold
Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert
Carter II tell me how is you gon stop a riot
I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!)
I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!)
Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (GO!)
I'm here muhfucker make room... BOOM!
Young Tune the big kahuna
It's my ocean baby y'all niggaz is tuna
Better now than sooner junior
Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya
I ain't goin nowhere special I won't never leave
Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave
Game get rid of me? Not little me
Man I got 'em I'mma get 'em B (I got 'em B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat
I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen
What the fuck you niggaz tellin me?
You pups can't keep up with the pedigree
Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies
Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but whats new?
Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop
Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you (fuck em!)
So how you wan' do it baby we can get it
All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit it
Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver
I'mma ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah
Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it
Cuz everytime I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah
Now I kill it the mission accomplished
The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished
Then they pay homage when did they find it but
Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so
They don't forget it I underline it and
I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin young'n
I been through all that I done done what you sayin
I put it down when the others was playin
When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders
Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions
Quote unquote with the eighth I'm a gorilla but lighter
Wit the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah
Start 'em ignite 'em I walk through fire
Watch the flames start multiplyin whoo! yeah
Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga
Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga
I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga
Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite
Fork in the road I'm always goin right
Nowadays knowin life ain't no more road lights
We can't see but we gon make it to the finish line
It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line
Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines
Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times
Damn then one more to the face (BOW!) just
So they close the casket like I pay to close the case
I'm made straight mafia shit front line
Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit
If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich
So fuck 'em I'mma let 'em sit
And I ain't duckin cuz I'm right here I'm just enough
I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin up
See you fuckin up the money baby that ain't good business
You startin to look like a witness and this is
For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes
Crossover whatever mainstream know
Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold
You heard it right here if the game was ever told
Lift up ya toes and look under a rug
Trust me there's history under all that dust
So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?)
Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front
Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt
Lets eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut
What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch
Thats real shit if you ever seen such
Chuch
Tha Mobb
nigga
Yeah... hard body (hard body)
Carter carter Carter yeah
Lets go
Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side
They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide
Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin
Til they gettin out the game it's like comin out of a coma
I'm tryin... but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin
All I ask is that you pray for me (Please)
And the beat keep cryin and I'mma keep beatin her
Fee I'm fuckin her I'm deep in her sleep in her
And what happens when the reaper come (huh?)
I'm just hopin that he sends that elevator up
I made enough I ain't meant shit
So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this (nigga!)
Breakfast yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner
To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin in
Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold
Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert
Carter II tell me how is you gon stop a riot
I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!)
I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!)
Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (GO!)
I'm here muhfucker make room... BOOM!
Young Tune the big kahuna
It's my ocean baby y'all niggaz is tuna
Better now than sooner junior
Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya
I ain't goin nowhere special I won't never leave
Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave
Game get rid of me? Not little me
Man I got 'em I'mma get 'em B (I got 'em B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat
I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen
What the fuck you niggaz tellin me?
You pups can't keep up with the pedigree
Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies
Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but whats new?
Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop
Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you (fuck em!)
So how you wan' do it baby we can get it
All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit it
Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver
I'mma ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah
Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it
Cuz everytime I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah
Now I kill it the mission accomplished
The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished
Then they pay homage when did they find it but
Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so
They don't forget it I underline it and
I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin young'n
I been through all that I done done what you sayin
I put it down when the others was playin
When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders
Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions
Quote unquote with the eighth I'm a gorilla but lighter
Wit the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah
Start 'em ignite 'em I walk through fire
Watch the flames start multiplyin whoo! yeah
Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga
Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga
I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga
Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite
Fork in the road I'm always goin right
Nowadays knowin life ain't no more road lights
We can't see but we gon make it to the finish line
It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line
Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines
Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times
Damn then one more to the face (BOW!) just
So they close the casket like I pay to close the case
I'm made straight mafia shit front line
Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit
If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich
So fuck 'em I'mma let 'em sit
And I ain't duckin cuz I'm right here I'm just enough
I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin up
See you fuckin up the money baby that ain't good business
You startin to look like a witness and this is
For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes
Crossover whatever mainstream know
Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold
You heard it right here if the game was ever told
Lift up ya toes and look under a rug
Trust me there's history under all that dust
So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?)
Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front
Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt
Lets eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut
What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch
Thats real shit if you ever seen such
Chuch
Tha Mobb
nigga
Tha Carter 2 - 2- Fly In
Fly In
[Lil Wayne talking]
So they ask me young boy what you gonna do the second time around
How you gon come back I tried to told them
I come back like 32 I jump back like 33 (ugh)
Hit me it's nothin this is Tha Carter II people
This is Tha Carter II people (hey)
[Verse 1]
They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter
Of the deads forehead I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like gla-ciers
Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin I'm just pitchin ya honor I ain't snitchin ya honor
Hate bitch niggaz bitches with power
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet drop a 4 in the bubbles
I remember being young tryin to hustle my dough
Tryin to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryin to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke
You ain't tryin to see how far that black backlane go
No call me pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue
Jewlery usually I'ma hooligan for the money
Yeah I'm eatin but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh
Make harm in the bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight arm no warning nothin
Look it's mornin no yawnin or nothin
I ain't sleep and I'm up tryin to take a nigga lunch
You gon make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin what we want
I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
If you ever lookin for me bitch I will be here
Cash Money is an army envy seal me here
Lot of niggaz ran from it but I'll still be here
No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental
Crack the phill' crack the roof and roll up the window
And my hood love me they tell me bring it home
Thats why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leapin at a dog a dog wit no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you bitch niggaz no par
I'm talkin bout stunna
He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters
Sunshines on the king and sets on the prince
I met the birdman and I been shinin ever since like that [echo]
[Lil Wayne talking]
So they ask me young boy what you gonna do the second time around
How you gon come back I tried to told them
I come back like 32 I jump back like 33 (ugh)
Hit me it's nothin this is Tha Carter II people
This is Tha Carter II people (hey)
[Verse 1]
They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter
Of the deads forehead I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like gla-ciers
Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin I'm just pitchin ya honor I ain't snitchin ya honor
Hate bitch niggaz bitches with power
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet drop a 4 in the bubbles
I remember being young tryin to hustle my dough
Tryin to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryin to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke
You ain't tryin to see how far that black backlane go
No call me pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue
Jewlery usually I'ma hooligan for the money
Yeah I'm eatin but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh
Make harm in the bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight arm no warning nothin
Look it's mornin no yawnin or nothin
I ain't sleep and I'm up tryin to take a nigga lunch
You gon make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin what we want
I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
If you ever lookin for me bitch I will be here
Cash Money is an army envy seal me here
Lot of niggaz ran from it but I'll still be here
No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental
Crack the phill' crack the roof and roll up the window
And my hood love me they tell me bring it home
Thats why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leapin at a dog a dog wit no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you bitch niggaz no par
I'm talkin bout stunna
He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters
Sunshines on the king and sets on the prince
I met the birdman and I been shinin ever since like that [echo]
Tha Carter 2 - 3 - Money On My Mind
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Tha Carter 2 - 4 - Fireman
Fireman
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody fuckin with me man, Heatman
Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm passing em out now and you can't help that
And my chain Toucan Sam
That tropical colors you can't match that
Gotta be abstract
You catch my gal legs open betta smash that
Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack
My girls can't wear that why that's where my stash at
I put my mack down that's where you lack at
She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that
I rekindle the flame
She remember he name
It's Weezy Baby January December the same
Mama gimme that brain
Mama gimme that good
Cause I'm the fireman
You hear the firetruck
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr
Money too long teachers put away ya rulers
Raw tune not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and some walk wounds
I'm hot but the car cool
She wet that's a carpool
Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food
Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school
Yeah the lights is bright but I got a sharp fuse
Don't snooze
Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise
Ya new girlfriend is old news
Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah
Cash Money Records where dreams come true
Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew
Now watch it melt don't burn ya self
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Ridin' by myself well really not really
So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby
My money 360, you only 180
Half of the game too lazy
Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake em
Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em
Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah
Come on mama let The Carter make ya
Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry crape ya
They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton
Yall in a race and me I'm at the finish line
They running foot too long it's time to gimme mine
Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I
Weezy allergic to wintertime
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody fuckin with me man, Heatman
Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm passing em out now and you can't help that
And my chain Toucan Sam
That tropical colors you can't match that
Gotta be abstract
You catch my gal legs open betta smash that
Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack
My girls can't wear that why that's where my stash at
I put my mack down that's where you lack at
She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that
I rekindle the flame
She remember he name
It's Weezy Baby January December the same
Mama gimme that brain
Mama gimme that good
Cause I'm the fireman
You hear the firetruck
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr
Money too long teachers put away ya rulers
Raw tune not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and some walk wounds
I'm hot but the car cool
She wet that's a carpool
Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food
Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school
Yeah the lights is bright but I got a sharp fuse
Don't snooze
Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise
Ya new girlfriend is old news
Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah
Cash Money Records where dreams come true
Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew
Now watch it melt don't burn ya self
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Ridin' by myself well really not really
So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby
My money 360, you only 180
Half of the game too lazy
Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake em
Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em
Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah
Come on mama let The Carter make ya
Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry crape ya
They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton
Yall in a race and me I'm at the finish line
They running foot too long it's time to gimme mine
Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I
Weezy allergic to wintertime
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Tha Carter 2 - 5 - Mo Fire
Mo Fire
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
[Verse 1]
Why did he plot, my fifty cup, my city hot im dodgin the city cop
I play em' like pitty pat (shh)i'm kickin back (yeah)I'm gettin stacks, these bitches is really rats
I fuck em and give em back (yeah) i really mack (yeah) how real is that, you love him, you really wack
I hustle and bend my back
My muscle is in tact
My biceps and triceps is AYYYE YESSS
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
[Verse 2]
I Come at You (shh), it's somethin new, the color is smurf blue, im puffin that purple, believe it if i talk it i walk like curse you
i get it like it is on the commercial
Verse 2,
this is Verse 2, it is worse too, i'll mirk you, like i birth you
you niggas small bubbles, i'll burst you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you
my jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, i'm like whateva my shit mean and obscene
now i been seen on alotta different scene, that mean i got alotta different creme
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
[Verse 3]
I raise mo fire to the man up higher, i lick a shot to let him know that im a rider (yeah) my dreads hang to let him know that im a lion, represent the
jungle when the others just tryin, i represent my mother like baby stop cryin, i know my papa gone but guarantee to see her shinin (yeah), now you are
lookin at New Orleans finest, now you are being blinded, by European diamond, and you were seein 2 or 3 times and, got your vision all fucked up, now you
can't even find me, and i ain't even hidin naw, i'm right here baby, she wanna walk witcha, i'm like yea baby, party man with the shotty to his head
rock-a-by his ass to sleep, rock it lay him down to bed
i put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms homie, you ain't nuthin but a prop fish..
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
Mo Fi-ya, Mo Fi-ya Weezy.. Mo Fi- ya, I giver her, ....
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
[Verse 1]
Why did he plot, my fifty cup, my city hot im dodgin the city cop
I play em' like pitty pat (shh)i'm kickin back (yeah)I'm gettin stacks, these bitches is really rats
I fuck em and give em back (yeah) i really mack (yeah) how real is that, you love him, you really wack
I hustle and bend my back
My muscle is in tact
My biceps and triceps is AYYYE YESSS
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
[Verse 2]
I Come at You (shh), it's somethin new, the color is smurf blue, im puffin that purple, believe it if i talk it i walk like curse you
i get it like it is on the commercial
Verse 2,
this is Verse 2, it is worse too, i'll mirk you, like i birth you
you niggas small bubbles, i'll burst you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you
my jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, i'm like whateva my shit mean and obscene
now i been seen on alotta different scene, that mean i got alotta different creme
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
[Verse 3]
I raise mo fire to the man up higher, i lick a shot to let him know that im a rider (yeah) my dreads hang to let him know that im a lion, represent the
jungle when the others just tryin, i represent my mother like baby stop cryin, i know my papa gone but guarantee to see her shinin (yeah), now you are
lookin at New Orleans finest, now you are being blinded, by European diamond, and you were seein 2 or 3 times and, got your vision all fucked up, now you
can't even find me, and i ain't even hidin naw, i'm right here baby, she wanna walk witcha, i'm like yea baby, party man with the shotty to his head
rock-a-by his ass to sleep, rock it lay him down to bed
i put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms homie, you ain't nuthin but a prop fish..
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
Mo Fi-ya, Mo Fi-ya Weezy.. Mo Fi- ya, I giver her, ....
Tha Carter 2 -7 - Best Rapper Alive
Best Rapper Alive
[Verse 1]
Bring the crowd and I'm loud _In Living Colour_
It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach
Yumi, I'm takin' it I ain't asking them for nothing
If you sell a million records we can battle for ya' money
I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
Still stuntin' baby yes I'm still flossin
Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it
Big wheels make it look a lil bulky
You look a lil salty have ya' self a chill coffee
Chill out the girls is still out
Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out
I'm busy I got paper to reel in
God I hope they steppin' at the end of my rod
And I hope I'm fishing in the right pond
And I hope you catchin' on to every line
Who am I?
[Hook]
The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check) game tight
And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
(who) The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check) game tight
And you should be afraid be very afraid
[Verse 2]
The heart of New Orleans
Thumpin' and beatin'
Livin' and breathin'
Stealin' and feedin
Peelin' and leavin'
Killin' and grievin'
Dearly departed erased deleted
No prints no plates no face no trace
Out of sight out of mind
No court no case
Sell his chain celebrate block party second line
Zulu ball essence fest jazz fest mardi gras
Shorty bounce body rock
Now he drop now he got
Family cry tell the feds tell the cops
Smell the rat comin' back to the house
To the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat
(Pow!) trigga man hoodie man tell the kids
Boogie man pistol pete ammo mammal gun man blum blam!
Damn Sammie you dun' fucked up
Pussy ass niggaz put ya' nuts up
Just call me
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs
(whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me
Fuck Em!
Fuck 'em good fuck long fuck 'em hard
Fuck who? Fuck 'em all
(yeah) like dat jus like dat
I'm on dat money train and the mac'll knock 'em off track
The quarterback well protected from the +Warren Sapp+
The young heart attack I spit dat cardiac
You can't see me baby boy you got dat catorax
I'm right here straight out the hood jus like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king where the fuckin' palace at
Me I got calus on my hand I can handle dat
Its no problem baby I so got 'em
Its just a victory lap baby I'm jus joggin'
And I ain't even out of breathe
the motherfuckin' best yet sorry for cursing
Who?
[Verse 1]
Bring the crowd and I'm loud _In Living Colour_
It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach
Yumi, I'm takin' it I ain't asking them for nothing
If you sell a million records we can battle for ya' money
I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
Still stuntin' baby yes I'm still flossin
Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it
Big wheels make it look a lil bulky
You look a lil salty have ya' self a chill coffee
Chill out the girls is still out
Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out
I'm busy I got paper to reel in
God I hope they steppin' at the end of my rod
And I hope I'm fishing in the right pond
And I hope you catchin' on to every line
Who am I?
[Hook]
The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check) game tight
And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
(who) The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check) game tight
And you should be afraid be very afraid
[Verse 2]
The heart of New Orleans
Thumpin' and beatin'
Livin' and breathin'
Stealin' and feedin
Peelin' and leavin'
Killin' and grievin'
Dearly departed erased deleted
No prints no plates no face no trace
Out of sight out of mind
No court no case
Sell his chain celebrate block party second line
Zulu ball essence fest jazz fest mardi gras
Shorty bounce body rock
Now he drop now he got
Family cry tell the feds tell the cops
Smell the rat comin' back to the house
To the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat
(Pow!) trigga man hoodie man tell the kids
Boogie man pistol pete ammo mammal gun man blum blam!
Damn Sammie you dun' fucked up
Pussy ass niggaz put ya' nuts up
Just call me
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs
(whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me
Fuck Em!
Fuck 'em good fuck long fuck 'em hard
Fuck who? Fuck 'em all
(yeah) like dat jus like dat
I'm on dat money train and the mac'll knock 'em off track
The quarterback well protected from the +Warren Sapp+
The young heart attack I spit dat cardiac
You can't see me baby boy you got dat catorax
I'm right here straight out the hood jus like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king where the fuckin' palace at
Me I got calus on my hand I can handle dat
Its no problem baby I so got 'em
Its just a victory lap baby I'm jus joggin'
And I ain't even out of breathe
the motherfuckin' best yet sorry for cursing
Who?
Tha Carter 2 - 8- Lock And Load
Lock And Load
Yeah...ride with me sweetheart, it ain't hard aw fuck them niggaz don't even worry bout' them this cash money baby, you know what i'm talking about tha
carter II...corrupt, holla at them niggaz
[Chorus:]
We won..we won and then we shot that bb gun
and they lost and they lost and we took they shit now its time to floss
[X2]
[1st Verse:]
22 year-old 17th ward vet, life in the fast lane little red corvette, little red hankerchief hanging out the right side, back pocket jeans fallin, cover
my eviesel sign, yep we do shine and they gon' hate but the hate of jesus baby we won't break, so we ride like fo' pirelli's, so so carried, no security,
no protectin, no comparin, loc'n heavy, ocean eleven, aviators, bo' takaz, so fakers, (ah) no playaz i'm holley grove to the heart holley grove from the
start don't cross airheart, boulevard where the ward i come from 1-7 1-shot? neva that, blum blum, brrd brrd, pop pop, clap clap, what the fuck holley
grove stand up nigga duck
[Chorus x2]
[Wayne speaking]
me and my nigga maigne is in here smokin and laughin at you cats, thats a toast to how funny these guys are...
[2nd Verse:]
get em get em wheezy hit em where ya kill em eazy, sit em in the river leave em, they find em' tommorow evenin, sinkin, i'm prolly drinking that syrup,
thinkin i wont slip even though i'm leanin like a broke hip, he ain't know i got the nina with the full clip thats a summer sault, backspin full flip for
ya, push this button i flip out and hit somethin, miss nothin i'm just bustin until the scene clean, twelve 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 ya brains from the back of ya neck for lack of
respect, I strap a jet black gat till' the death tell my momma to bury me with that NO BULLSHIT, my hood gettin kinda crazy where i be so romE's with me
cuz he's the O.G
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse:]
Fresh out the back seat of the phiggity phantom, the hataz i make em' madda when i wave at em' like-WHat UP? if it aint bout money i keep goin i'm tryin
to get that green, niggaz tryin to move my lawn but FUCK! dem boyz i got tha shotty on my arm, if dem boyz run up i leave they bodies on the lawn, and
duck the fuck outta there cuz baby is outta there if this was a movie its time to roll the credits-CUT! it's all over all of your brains is all over the
motha fuckin block i'm a motha fuckin rock, hardbody, eagle street, 17 shots, night vision, double clip, hot steady beam Glock, pop!, drop little man
drop, this is not for little bitches you man or a fox?, i'm layin in the drop, thinkin of more money, cash money, young money, take money, your money.
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
ya know? i thought they knew it was really real daddy...homeboy, my motha fuckin wristband was three hundred dollars, no lie, dolce and gabana, they
should pay me for sayin that shit, so is my jeans, they wasn't three hundred but they dolce too, we won motha fucker, we winnin over here (ha), thats
right, Hey, somebody call gordon tell him to pull up front, open the doors...suicidal and lets ride out, if you got money you know what the fuck i'm
talking about if not then keep thinkin, if you can do that, the losin streak is goin up...why? cuz we here, and i'm fuckin something tonight...straight up
Yeah...ride with me sweetheart, it ain't hard aw fuck them niggaz don't even worry bout' them this cash money baby, you know what i'm talking about tha
carter II...corrupt, holla at them niggaz
[Chorus:]
We won..we won and then we shot that bb gun
and they lost and they lost and we took they shit now its time to floss
[X2]
[1st Verse:]
22 year-old 17th ward vet, life in the fast lane little red corvette, little red hankerchief hanging out the right side, back pocket jeans fallin, cover
my eviesel sign, yep we do shine and they gon' hate but the hate of jesus baby we won't break, so we ride like fo' pirelli's, so so carried, no security,
no protectin, no comparin, loc'n heavy, ocean eleven, aviators, bo' takaz, so fakers, (ah) no playaz i'm holley grove to the heart holley grove from the
start don't cross airheart, boulevard where the ward i come from 1-7 1-shot? neva that, blum blum, brrd brrd, pop pop, clap clap, what the fuck holley
grove stand up nigga duck
[Chorus x2]
[Wayne speaking]
me and my nigga maigne is in here smokin and laughin at you cats, thats a toast to how funny these guys are...
[2nd Verse:]
get em get em wheezy hit em where ya kill em eazy, sit em in the river leave em, they find em' tommorow evenin, sinkin, i'm prolly drinking that syrup,
thinkin i wont slip even though i'm leanin like a broke hip, he ain't know i got the nina with the full clip thats a summer sault, backspin full flip for
ya, push this button i flip out and hit somethin, miss nothin i'm just bustin until the scene clean, twelve 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 ya brains from the back of ya neck for lack of
respect, I strap a jet black gat till' the death tell my momma to bury me with that NO BULLSHIT, my hood gettin kinda crazy where i be so romE's with me
cuz he's the O.G
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse:]
Fresh out the back seat of the phiggity phantom, the hataz i make em' madda when i wave at em' like-WHat UP? if it aint bout money i keep goin i'm tryin
to get that green, niggaz tryin to move my lawn but FUCK! dem boyz i got tha shotty on my arm, if dem boyz run up i leave they bodies on the lawn, and
duck the fuck outta there cuz baby is outta there if this was a movie its time to roll the credits-CUT! it's all over all of your brains is all over the
motha fuckin block i'm a motha fuckin rock, hardbody, eagle street, 17 shots, night vision, double clip, hot steady beam Glock, pop!, drop little man
drop, this is not for little bitches you man or a fox?, i'm layin in the drop, thinkin of more money, cash money, young money, take money, your money.
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
ya know? i thought they knew it was really real daddy...homeboy, my motha fuckin wristband was three hundred dollars, no lie, dolce and gabana, they
should pay me for sayin that shit, so is my jeans, they wasn't three hundred but they dolce too, we won motha fucker, we winnin over here (ha), thats
right, Hey, somebody call gordon tell him to pull up front, open the doors...suicidal and lets ride out, if you got money you know what the fuck i'm
talking about if not then keep thinkin, if you can do that, the losin streak is goin up...why? cuz we here, and i'm fuckin something tonight...straight up
Tha Carter 2 - 9- Oh No
Oh No
[Intro]
Oh No, No, Oh No, No
Oh No, No, Oh No, No, Oh No, No
I play the bullshit from the backseat champ
Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back
Feet back stay from where the fake be at
Niggaz snitch for the shine where the patience at
Nigga make his own brother face his back
Give love and take it back
Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back
Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats
Face the facts you can't change him can't shoot it if you can't aim it
Can't miss him if he kill you then you can't blame him
That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade him
Get too deep up in that water and they can't save ya
Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing
And watch my step on a wet pavement
Yea I'm from the hood so I rep 'em where I can't take em
Holly Grove Holly Grove was his last statement
So nigga get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me W-E-E crooked letter Y I'm so high
I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
Streetsweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch
Leave you bloody with the cops to match
Bullet holes in ya from the chopper blast
Like... Ha ha
That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hoppin back
It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back
No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this
The clip sink down to the dick
That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy
Garunteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every piece of ya physical body he leakin'
Mortimer is no longer leapin' he sleepin'
While you pussy niggaz is sleepin he thinkin
Deep in thought the boy ain't even linkin
Bob Marley got me stinkin
Stackin figures I'm standin firm life's a slinky
Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
And the dope go inside of the veins from where I came
Though I bear a name only one call live with
Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it
I'm sicker with it
Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill
What you know about a bongo having her mind goOver a convo about dough
Nothing! Man the four wheelers look so good on the sand
Tee or tanktop pocket fan
Pocket knife no handgun in sight
Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat BOOM!
Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price
Cuz to each its own and the lights is bright
And I'm feelin like Mike at a Tyson fight
I'm from Cita house big momma's house
She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out
And he ain't gettin up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot
Hold up the beat might drop
[Outro]
Oh No, No, Oh No, No
[Intro]
Oh No, No, Oh No, No
Oh No, No, Oh No, No, Oh No, No
I play the bullshit from the backseat champ
Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back
Feet back stay from where the fake be at
Niggaz snitch for the shine where the patience at
Nigga make his own brother face his back
Give love and take it back
Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back
Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats
Face the facts you can't change him can't shoot it if you can't aim it
Can't miss him if he kill you then you can't blame him
That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade him
Get too deep up in that water and they can't save ya
Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing
And watch my step on a wet pavement
Yea I'm from the hood so I rep 'em where I can't take em
Holly Grove Holly Grove was his last statement
So nigga get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me W-E-E crooked letter Y I'm so high
I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
Streetsweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch
Leave you bloody with the cops to match
Bullet holes in ya from the chopper blast
Like... Ha ha
That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hoppin back
It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back
No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this
The clip sink down to the dick
That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy
Garunteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every piece of ya physical body he leakin'
Mortimer is no longer leapin' he sleepin'
While you pussy niggaz is sleepin he thinkin
Deep in thought the boy ain't even linkin
Bob Marley got me stinkin
Stackin figures I'm standin firm life's a slinky
Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
And the dope go inside of the veins from where I came
Though I bear a name only one call live with
Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it
I'm sicker with it
Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill
What you know about a bongo having her mind goOver a convo about dough
Nothing! Man the four wheelers look so good on the sand
Tee or tanktop pocket fan
Pocket knife no handgun in sight
Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat BOOM!
Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price
Cuz to each its own and the lights is bright
And I'm feelin like Mike at a Tyson fight
I'm from Cita house big momma's house
She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out
And he ain't gettin up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot
Hold up the beat might drop
[Outro]
Oh No, No, Oh No, No
Tha Carter 2 - 10 - Grown Man
Grown Man
[Lil Wayne Talking:]
What's up baby?
I ain't trying to do nothing but get me grown man on
I ain't trying to hurt you
Only if you want me to (haha)
Yea, something like dat
[Verse 1 (Lil Wayne):]
Yea, What's happenin' baby i'm lil wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out tha navy now tha captain of my own team
Hop in this, machine, vanish from
tha scene
Goddamn it i'm so manish
Handle it like a standard
So put yo panties and yo pants my tha trash can
Romance on tha floor plans (yea)
We hold hands while we rollin', just tryin to keep up wit tha program
Just trying to sneek up on ya, like how you doing maam
I'm a old soul, and a young man, we got to it and
We didn't stop til tha birds hit tha block
And she ain't never had it like that [laugh]
[Chorus:]
Girl... you are... so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
Tonight... so I... can get my grown man on wit you [2X]
[Hook (Lil Wayne):]
You don't know about it, how i'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how i'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how i'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how i'm a grown man
[Verse 2 (Young Money):]
Now I don't really hit tha club but tonight i'll make an exception
For some reason I can't seem to keep my eyes out your direction
I'm lookin' at you so hard, I could probably catch a charge
Feelin' tha way you walk when you move yo booty applaud (damn)
I gotta keep my composure
I gotta untact my mission and handle bisness like a soldier
Young man, young money but tha money long current sitta hot spitta so grown
And yo preception of me is so wrong
Don't worry bout what you heard bout me and them other birds
Might have done a lil dirt and left a few of them hurt
But whatever has occured they all got what they deserved
And you don't rock like that, um i can see it in yo eyes
If you ain't good for me then you wearing a disguise
Cause tonight you lookin' like miss right
And i'm suppose to be a player for life, but i'll change for ya
[Chorus & Hook]
[Verse 3 (Lil Wayne):]
You ain't no woman you a baby gurl, living in tha ladies world
And i'm a grown man, tha women understand
See what I go through, is what I owe you
So you should throw that ass back to me right now (yea)
Fly boy baby sit back relax and, crusie wit a nigga thats tha nations satisfation
Whose is it baby she say weezy fucking baby
I say yes and fucking these, she say don't you ever leave
I say, I say but I got money on my mind
Then I tell her nevermind and we do it one more time [laugh]
For a large amount of time, long and won't stop til daytime come home (yea)
[Chorus & Hook]
[Lil Wayne Talking:]
Damn, look, that.. o that right there, thats tha sunset girl, get cha visor, where those Chanell shades I get you, you always losing things, and i'm
always buying new things (haha), I come a long way huh remeber.. remeber dat block, look at you, you think you all grown
[Lil Wayne:]
You ain't no woman you a baby gurl, living in tha ladies world
And i'm a grown man, tha women understand
See what I go through, is what I owe you
And you should throw that ass back to me right now
[Lil Wayne Talking:]
What's up baby?
I ain't trying to do nothing but get me grown man on
I ain't trying to hurt you
Only if you want me to (haha)
Yea, something like dat
[Verse 1 (Lil Wayne):]
Yea, What's happenin' baby i'm lil wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out tha navy now tha captain of my own team
Hop in this, machine, vanish from
tha scene
Goddamn it i'm so manish
Handle it like a standard
So put yo panties and yo pants my tha trash can
Romance on tha floor plans (yea)
We hold hands while we rollin', just tryin to keep up wit tha program
Just trying to sneek up on ya, like how you doing maam
I'm a old soul, and a young man, we got to it and
We didn't stop til tha birds hit tha block
And she ain't never had it like that [laugh]
[Chorus:]
Girl... you are... so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
Tonight... so I... can get my grown man on wit you [2X]
[Hook (Lil Wayne):]
You don't know about it, how i'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how i'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how i'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how i'm a grown man
[Verse 2 (Young Money):]
Now I don't really hit tha club but tonight i'll make an exception
For some reason I can't seem to keep my eyes out your direction
I'm lookin' at you so hard, I could probably catch a charge
Feelin' tha way you walk when you move yo booty applaud (damn)
I gotta keep my composure
I gotta untact my mission and handle bisness like a soldier
Young man, young money but tha money long current sitta hot spitta so grown
And yo preception of me is so wrong
Don't worry bout what you heard bout me and them other birds
Might have done a lil dirt and left a few of them hurt
But whatever has occured they all got what they deserved
And you don't rock like that, um i can see it in yo eyes
If you ain't good for me then you wearing a disguise
Cause tonight you lookin' like miss right
And i'm suppose to be a player for life, but i'll change for ya
[Chorus & Hook]
[Verse 3 (Lil Wayne):]
You ain't no woman you a baby gurl, living in tha ladies world
And i'm a grown man, tha women understand
See what I go through, is what I owe you
So you should throw that ass back to me right now (yea)
Fly boy baby sit back relax and, crusie wit a nigga thats tha nations satisfation
Whose is it baby she say weezy fucking baby
I say yes and fucking these, she say don't you ever leave
I say, I say but I got money on my mind
Then I tell her nevermind and we do it one more time [laugh]
For a large amount of time, long and won't stop til daytime come home (yea)
[Chorus & Hook]
[Lil Wayne Talking:]
Damn, look, that.. o that right there, thats tha sunset girl, get cha visor, where those Chanell shades I get you, you always losing things, and i'm
always buying new things (haha), I come a long way huh remeber.. remeber dat block, look at you, you think you all grown
[Lil Wayne:]
You ain't no woman you a baby gurl, living in tha ladies world
And i'm a grown man, tha women understand
See what I go through, is what I owe you
And you should throw that ass back to me right now
Tha Carter 2 - 12- Hit Em Up
Hit Em Up
[Verse 1]
I tried to talk to him
Quit talkin, I'ma hang ya by your tongue, Yea
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck wit niggaz like fungi
We don't even hear ya
Hollerin bullshit nigga quit the diaherra
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess
Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless
You can leave out here armless, no homies
Honest, you niggaz is harmless
I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be)
Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him
Don't get close to him
Shootouts and nothin but rock n roll to him
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood
'Nother murder, 'Nother page out the notebook
It ain't nothin it don't make it if you no good
I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to
[Chorus]
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was tryna be calm
But, uh, that chopper Rrrot, put his head in his arms
And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose
He had too much talkin, not enough Deuce'
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em but I hit 'em up [Gun shot]
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
[Verse 2]
Y'all take them shoes off your teeth
Stop runnin your mouth
No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth
I'll come to your house, me and my goons
Loadin up bangers, ridin under the moon
Throwin up fingers sayin "My side rule"
If a nigga disagree, ask him "Must I prove?"
That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed fool
And I'm "in it like Bennet" hoe, aren't I cool
But if that thermostat switch and that needle move
Then the attitude switch and the heat'll move
I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool
Me the disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe
Swallow the truth, belch reality
How does it taste, Pie to your face, You a bitch nigga
All pussy, stop comin out your lips nigga
I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Real talk boy, chill wit the talk boy
That tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boy
Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy
Start with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone boy
Wit your friends, to carry you alone
To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone
Fuck discussion, I ain't in to it boy
I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy
Big uzi, tissue the boy
I'm inside lookin out, you just an intruder boy
You need sooches on your smooches boy
But, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
I tried to talk to him
Quit talkin, I'ma hang ya by your tongue, Yea
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck wit niggaz like fungi
We don't even hear ya
Hollerin bullshit nigga quit the diaherra
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess
Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless
You can leave out here armless, no homies
Honest, you niggaz is harmless
I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be)
Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him
Don't get close to him
Shootouts and nothin but rock n roll to him
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood
'Nother murder, 'Nother page out the notebook
It ain't nothin it don't make it if you no good
I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to
[Chorus]
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was tryna be calm
But, uh, that chopper Rrrot, put his head in his arms
And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose
He had too much talkin, not enough Deuce'
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em but I hit 'em up [Gun shot]
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
[Verse 2]
Y'all take them shoes off your teeth
Stop runnin your mouth
No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth
I'll come to your house, me and my goons
Loadin up bangers, ridin under the moon
Throwin up fingers sayin "My side rule"
If a nigga disagree, ask him "Must I prove?"
That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed fool
And I'm "in it like Bennet" hoe, aren't I cool
But if that thermostat switch and that needle move
Then the attitude switch and the heat'll move
I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool
Me the disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe
Swallow the truth, belch reality
How does it taste, Pie to your face, You a bitch nigga
All pussy, stop comin out your lips nigga
I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Real talk boy, chill wit the talk boy
That tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boy
Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy
Start with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone boy
Wit your friends, to carry you alone
To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone
Fuck discussion, I ain't in to it boy
I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy
Big uzi, tissue the boy
I'm inside lookin out, you just an intruder boy
You need sooches on your smooches boy
But, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to
[Chorus]
Tha Carter 2- 13 - Carter II
Carter II
[Intro]
So you made it this far, Heh
We upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don't shoot
You know what this is?
Still The Carter 2 people [x2]
Yeah, you still in the carter 2 people
Hey yeah
[Lil Wayne]
All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll 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'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fuckin wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet til your sock a drip
Don't strip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass
I hear 'em but they talking under mass
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin, we don't hide sayin fuck the other side
Don't get caught on it, this the dailiest grind
I'll put your heart on it and walk on it
The chalks only for the art homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya
Look around, we at war and you still in preparation
I'm riding for them reperations, 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, you gotta blow that paper
Gotta know that photo fobia, no kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posin, got a cool killer look
Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a brizeer hook
Bitch cheer, camoflauge gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer
Around here and this here is The Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On the head at the bottom
You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't gotta get 'em cause I already got 'em
Get 'em
[Intro]
So you made it this far, Heh
We upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don't shoot
You know what this is?
Still The Carter 2 people [x2]
Yeah, you still in the carter 2 people
Hey yeah
[Lil Wayne]
All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll 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'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fuckin wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet til your sock a drip
Don't strip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass
I hear 'em but they talking under mass
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin, we don't hide sayin fuck the other side
Don't get caught on it, this the dailiest grind
I'll put your heart on it and walk on it
The chalks only for the art homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya
Look around, we at war and you still in preparation
I'm riding for them reperations, 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, you gotta blow that paper
Gotta know that photo fobia, no kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posin, got a cool killer look
Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a brizeer hook
Bitch cheer, camoflauge gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer
Around here and this here is The Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On the head at the bottom
You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't gotta get 'em cause I already got 'em
Get 'em
Tha Carter 2- 14 - Hustler Musik
Hustler Musik
Goddamn
Missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one
Ima paint da city red wit dis one
Ima head wit dis one
See u fuckin wit da boys who tote toyz way b4 christmas.
No assisstance (jis)
Thta persisstance me.
That committment if-
I don't get it somebody gone die tonite-
I kno my vibe is tight-
And I deserve da throne - if da kid ain't right- den let me die in his souls.
I'll be ridin (jis)
Ridin alone
Wit my daddy on my mind like u gotta be kiddin
How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
She'll be
So I be who I be
Dats me, dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da maotherfunckin
So I be whoo I be
Dats me, dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motyherfuckin
[Chorus]
Baby u gotta kno dat im just out here doin what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin
So bitch
y da fuck iz u trippin.
Im takin dese chances
My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge if da money don't move
And I won't budge
Won't budge
No I won't budge no
Nall
[Verse 2:]
Money iz da motivation
Facin da avenue
Back touchin' da wall
Got da weed
Got da gun
Gotta run wen I hear dat bird call (birrr) Dang
Hop in dat thang and merk off
swerve off
U kno me, dey call me birdman jr.
Ne body murderer
Birdman sponser it
Phantom of da operah
All black- clock tent- locked in
I can let dem shots out
U can't get no shots in
Bullet proof
Leave a nigga wit a bullet proof
Shoot ya in ya mouth and call it bullet tooth
Im like what dey do
What 2 do
Theres a full court
Pressure im just going 4 da 2
If im movin for da three
Ima take it in a second
Even if theres one second and
ima make it. It's nothin
I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothin.
I takee it for what it is worth to da durf motherfucker
(yea)
[Chorus: Repeat 1x]
[Verse 3:]
I aint neva killed nobody I promise
I promise if u try me
U gone have to rewind dis track and make me go back, dat nigga go dat
Dat boy will lay flat so flat
Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masterbatin (black)
Peter pan flies till I die what u sayin
Baden ape, Yves Saint, Evisu iz wat I stand
Got me feelin' like scarface, like da Koheba
Streets reply I look right in da 4 seater
Top floor of the 4 Seasons four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up
And look I got some
And only one know how da bad bitch fundal up
See its a cold world so homey bundle up
We ain't on dis grind for nothin
Now get ya hustle up
Goddamn
Missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one
Ima paint da city red wit dis one
Ima head wit dis one
See u fuckin wit da boys who tote toyz way b4 christmas.
No assisstance (jis)
Thta persisstance me.
That committment if-
I don't get it somebody gone die tonite-
I kno my vibe is tight-
And I deserve da throne - if da kid ain't right- den let me die in his souls.
I'll be ridin (jis)
Ridin alone
Wit my daddy on my mind like u gotta be kiddin
How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
She'll be
So I be who I be
Dats me, dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da maotherfunckin
So I be whoo I be
Dats me, dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motyherfuckin
[Chorus]
Baby u gotta kno dat im just out here doin what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin
So bitch
y da fuck iz u trippin.
Im takin dese chances
My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge if da money don't move
And I won't budge
Won't budge
No I won't budge no
Nall
[Verse 2:]
Money iz da motivation
Facin da avenue
Back touchin' da wall
Got da weed
Got da gun
Gotta run wen I hear dat bird call (birrr) Dang
Hop in dat thang and merk off
swerve off
U kno me, dey call me birdman jr.
Ne body murderer
Birdman sponser it
Phantom of da operah
All black- clock tent- locked in
I can let dem shots out
U can't get no shots in
Bullet proof
Leave a nigga wit a bullet proof
Shoot ya in ya mouth and call it bullet tooth
Im like what dey do
What 2 do
Theres a full court
Pressure im just going 4 da 2
If im movin for da three
Ima take it in a second
Even if theres one second and
ima make it. It's nothin
I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothin.
I takee it for what it is worth to da durf motherfucker
(yea)
[Chorus: Repeat 1x]
[Verse 3:]
I aint neva killed nobody I promise
I promise if u try me
U gone have to rewind dis track and make me go back, dat nigga go dat
Dat boy will lay flat so flat
Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masterbatin (black)
Peter pan flies till I die what u sayin
Baden ape, Yves Saint, Evisu iz wat I stand
Got me feelin' like scarface, like da Koheba
Streets reply I look right in da 4 seater
Top floor of the 4 Seasons four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up
And look I got some
And only one know how da bad bitch fundal up
See its a cold world so homey bundle up
We ain't on dis grind for nothin
Now get ya hustle up
Tha Carter 2- 15 - Receipt
Receipt
[Intro]
It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
[Verse One]
Young boy, I know you love me like you never loved
You know you couldnt find a better thug
And uh, you been peepin me since I was younger
So young that you even called me your little brother
But I'm all grown up now I got my own money
I'm married and divorced and my daughter is a woman
And guess what? my daughter want another
Sister or a brother and you lookin like a mother
I took you from a clubber to a lover
And you took another bitch husband
The other bitch wasnt doin shit for him
She say she did too much, I say she did nothin
She need to quit frontin
I havent hid nothin and you love everything
Cant hide ya feelings, can't let my pride conceal it
You got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby you can keep the change, but...
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt
To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need
(It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away) - [2X]
[Verse Two]
Destiny Child CD, song number three
She cater to me till we fall asleep
Then we wake up and we pick up where we started
Then she make a nigga breakfast sprite, orange juice, and water
And she on stage waitin for me after my show
So no time for groupies, straight to the top flo'
Fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel
Then after an hour, she gon need another shower
I'm at home or in the coupe or in the office
Or the streets or in the booth, thinkin bout you
And, most of the girls that come by are cute
And they try to holla but they all on mute
And, my old girls turn they face up at me
And, they thrown they purses and they make up at me
Cuz you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby you can keep the change but...
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 3]
Come home smellin food on the stove
She done cleaned the whole house
Washed the dishes and the clothes
And we out we do it just how we supposed
Look good for the public leave the drama in the Rolls
Royce, choice of car dat we move
And she gets high sometimes 'cause I'm always doin' it
You hear them hallways we always doin it
Work cut, always feel like the first one
Perfect, when a nigga stressed off dat work shit
Take away all the pain, make it lesser than dirt
That's why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby you can keep the change but...
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro]
It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take her away
[Intro]
It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
[Verse One]
Young boy, I know you love me like you never loved
You know you couldnt find a better thug
And uh, you been peepin me since I was younger
So young that you even called me your little brother
But I'm all grown up now I got my own money
I'm married and divorced and my daughter is a woman
And guess what? my daughter want another
Sister or a brother and you lookin like a mother
I took you from a clubber to a lover
And you took another bitch husband
The other bitch wasnt doin shit for him
She say she did too much, I say she did nothin
She need to quit frontin
I havent hid nothin and you love everything
Cant hide ya feelings, can't let my pride conceal it
You got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby you can keep the change, but...
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt
To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need
(It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away) - [2X]
[Verse Two]
Destiny Child CD, song number three
She cater to me till we fall asleep
Then we wake up and we pick up where we started
Then she make a nigga breakfast sprite, orange juice, and water
And she on stage waitin for me after my show
So no time for groupies, straight to the top flo'
Fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel
Then after an hour, she gon need another shower
I'm at home or in the coupe or in the office
Or the streets or in the booth, thinkin bout you
And, most of the girls that come by are cute
And they try to holla but they all on mute
And, my old girls turn they face up at me
And, they thrown they purses and they make up at me
Cuz you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby you can keep the change but...
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 3]
Come home smellin food on the stove
She done cleaned the whole house
Washed the dishes and the clothes
And we out we do it just how we supposed
Look good for the public leave the drama in the Rolls
Royce, choice of car dat we move
And she gets high sometimes 'cause I'm always doin' it
You hear them hallways we always doin it
Work cut, always feel like the first one
Perfect, when a nigga stressed off dat work shit
Take away all the pain, make it lesser than dirt
That's why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby you can keep the change but...
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro]
It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take her away
Tha Carter 2- 16 - Shooter
Shooter
[Lil Wayne]
Yea, yea, yea
Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot
Rappin' fire, what you know about it
I brought my homie along for the ride
He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel
[Robin Thicke]
I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security good
Jumped right over counter
Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter [2x]
[Lil Wayne]
I think they want me to surrender
But no, I can't do it [2x]
So many doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I'ma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow
[Robin Thicke + (Lil Wayne)]
With all these riches and, all these riches
But ain't no loaners around
They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that
Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter
Put my hands up
They want me with my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
[Lil Wayne + (Robin Thicke)]
But I'm not
I just cry mama, I think they, hey
Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter)
And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers
It's outrageous, you don't know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern face it
If we too simple then y'all don't get the basics
[Robin Thicke]
Lady walks into a shotgun surprise
Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes
He said "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon regret it
I'm your, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, Shooter [2x]
[Lil Wayne + (Robin Thicke)]
Me won't surrender, me no pretender
Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, for, I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who when where how
And, my reply was simply pow!
Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) [2x]
No, me won't surrender, no, no
I promise no surrender
I got my burner
And I'm your shooter
[Lil Wayne]
Yea, yea, yea
Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot
Rappin' fire, what you know about it
I brought my homie along for the ride
He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel
[Robin Thicke]
I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security good
Jumped right over counter
Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter [2x]
[Lil Wayne]
I think they want me to surrender
But no, I can't do it [2x]
So many doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I'ma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow
[Robin Thicke + (Lil Wayne)]
With all these riches and, all these riches
But ain't no loaners around
They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that
Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter
Put my hands up
They want me with my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
[Lil Wayne + (Robin Thicke)]
But I'm not
I just cry mama, I think they, hey
Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter)
And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers
It's outrageous, you don't know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern face it
If we too simple then y'all don't get the basics
[Robin Thicke]
Lady walks into a shotgun surprise
Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes
He said "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon regret it
I'm your, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, Shooter [2x]
[Lil Wayne + (Robin Thicke)]
Me won't surrender, me no pretender
Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, for, I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who when where how
And, my reply was simply pow!
Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) [2x]
No, me won't surrender, no, no
I promise no surrender
I got my burner
And I'm your shooter
Tha Carter 2- 17 - Weezy Baby
Weezy Baby
Yeah... ma gurl get in at 1:15 am
The guitar's cryin right now
Just a couple things goin on in my life, you know
[Verse 1]
Brim leanin, cup tilted, blunt flickin
Get money, fuck bitches
Young Weezy, young pimpin, she love it
I keep goin, she keep cumin, what you know bout it
So bout it...like Master P... but no coward
No I am no Howard the duck duck
Lead showers, black flowers
Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
Ma dough tactics is so crafty
No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards
I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster
Like... oh Nancy the flow's plastic, automatic, I'm
More drastic, ain't no names compared to me
Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me
Ya not there to me, I ain't fuckin wit you bitch niggaz
I'm fuckin ya sis nigga, it's Weezy
[Hook - Nikki]
If you don't call him Weezy
Then you must say the baby
If you don't say the baby
Then just don't say it at all
[Verse 2]
I'm... slick as an old mac, I'm... sick as a prozac
And... the Carter 1 was the... dick for you hoes trapped
And... this is Tha Carter 2 and... this is the bozack
Diggin you hoes back, quick if I blow back
Got it... gone Rabbit
Fast ma daddy's Rabbit at home
What up pa (what up), what up Pac (what up), what up Pun (what up)
What up Big (what up), what up Solja
As the streets get colder I get chillier
What up Left Eye (what up), what up Aaliyah (what up)
Teck 9 close by touch 'em up
I shoot niggaz in the mouth boy pucker up
Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the fuck
Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from
I chew 'em up like bubble gum... yum yum
Young Weezy so troublesome, what what
[Hook - Nikki]
If you don't call him Weezy
Then you must say the baby
If you don't say the baby
Then just don't say it at all
[Verse 3]
I ain't talkin fast you just listenin too slow
I'm... gettin them Benjamins
Can serve like the Wimbledon
If I'm in any predicament, nervous never that
Got a gat to knock whoever back back, very flat
Chest... caved in, mess on the pavement
Splat... cherry wax, rrraaahhh... bury that
Rats... scary cat, rrraaattt carry that
Hollygrove trigga man guns in a knapsack
Area code five zero four, I ain't Nino fuckin Brown
And... this is Tha Carter ho, this is a quarter stick
This in ya garter ho, leave out the back and go straight to the corner store
Return with the cake, come wit all ma dough
And if not they find you in a lake in the mornin ho
Weezy Baby please say the baby
If not, don't ya motherfuckin say it at all, bitch
[Hook - Nikki]
If you don't call him Weezy
Then you must say the baby
If you don't say the baby
Then just don't say it at all
Yeah... ma gurl get in at 1:15 am
The guitar's cryin right now
Just a couple things goin on in my life, you know
[Verse 1]
Brim leanin, cup tilted, blunt flickin
Get money, fuck bitches
Young Weezy, young pimpin, she love it
I keep goin, she keep cumin, what you know bout it
So bout it...like Master P... but no coward
No I am no Howard the duck duck
Lead showers, black flowers
Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
Ma dough tactics is so crafty
No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards
I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster
Like... oh Nancy the flow's plastic, automatic, I'm
More drastic, ain't no names compared to me
Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me
Ya not there to me, I ain't fuckin wit you bitch niggaz
I'm fuckin ya sis nigga, it's Weezy
[Hook - Nikki]
If you don't call him Weezy
Then you must say the baby
If you don't say the baby
Then just don't say it at all
[Verse 2]
I'm... slick as an old mac, I'm... sick as a prozac
And... the Carter 1 was the... dick for you hoes trapped
And... this is Tha Carter 2 and... this is the bozack
Diggin you hoes back, quick if I blow back
Got it... gone Rabbit
Fast ma daddy's Rabbit at home
What up pa (what up), what up Pac (what up), what up Pun (what up)
What up Big (what up), what up Solja
As the streets get colder I get chillier
What up Left Eye (what up), what up Aaliyah (what up)
Teck 9 close by touch 'em up
I shoot niggaz in the mouth boy pucker up
Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the fuck
Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from
I chew 'em up like bubble gum... yum yum
Young Weezy so troublesome, what what
[Hook - Nikki]
If you don't call him Weezy
Then you must say the baby
If you don't say the baby
Then just don't say it at all
[Verse 3]
I ain't talkin fast you just listenin too slow
I'm... gettin them Benjamins
Can serve like the Wimbledon
If I'm in any predicament, nervous never that
Got a gat to knock whoever back back, very flat
Chest... caved in, mess on the pavement
Splat... cherry wax, rrraaahhh... bury that
Rats... scary cat, rrraaattt carry that
Hollygrove trigga man guns in a knapsack
Area code five zero four, I ain't Nino fuckin Brown
And... this is Tha Carter ho, this is a quarter stick
This in ya garter ho, leave out the back and go straight to the corner store
Return with the cake, come wit all ma dough
And if not they find you in a lake in the mornin ho
Weezy Baby please say the baby
If not, don't ya motherfuckin say it at all, bitch
[Hook - Nikki]
If you don't call him Weezy
Then you must say the baby
If you don't say the baby
Then just don't say it at all
Tha Carter 2- 19 - I'm A Dboy
I'm A Dboy
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Ok I'm strapped
Get 'Em
Black Hat, Black Shades, Black Diamonds Oh Behave
No he can't with the fuckin seats back
Got the paint job tho
And the fuckin seats cracked
[Chorus]
I'm a d-boy
Bitch I'm a d-boy
Ho I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket
I got money in my block
I got the money in the power
I'm a d-boy
Bitch I'm a d-boy
Ho I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket
I got money in my block
I got the money in the power
I'm Gone
[Lil Wayne]
Thinkin' of a masta plan
I get money but I'm thinkin of a fasta plan
I'm tryin' to cash it in
I got 5 in thet garbage can and the Wrap Saran
I need cash advance
See I know three sold
The other two a jam
I'ma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can
Hot ass fuckin sadan
Windows rolled down no sound
Them bricks got the speakers drowned
I ain't listenin for shit but sirens
I ain't tryin to get to my ships sunk fuck you pirates
I'll touch you cowards
It ain't nuthin to a boss
The niggaz in the hood tryina floss and ya head gotta cost nigga
Take a loss nigga
SS five five all black with the top chopped off dat
Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at
I ain't tryin to prove nuttin I'm jus tryin to move somen
[Chorus]
[Baby]
See we cookin' up a thousand grams
I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans
Triple color with the platinum jam
50 birds homeboy in the back of a van
A hundred grand in rubberbands
We got them birds in the coffee cans
We got the whips wit the extra clips
Got bitches outta state niggaz flippin them bricks
Been in the caddy been in the alley
Nigga been on the block
Right in front of mrs gladdies (?)
Nigga know bout hustlin'
Know bout stuntin
Did the curb servin shyned every summer (Biatch)
Been on front, been in the back
Nigga roll wit ducktape and ride wit the mac
We see these haters like fuck them niggaz
We made men millionaire hustlin our nature
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
8 AM open my eyes
Yeah kick my bitch tell her open the blinds
And I'm, over the stove at 9
Yeah I'm cookin breakfast for the block then I let her cook mine
Yeah quick line in the bathroom before we bounce
Not me I mean her she go a day a ounce (damn)
Y'all pray for her
While I'm at the bus station in the Bently sittin' low as I wait for ya
I'm gettin' dough I'm a paper---boy I will take ya
For the right paper--boy I will take her
Shake her--tape her--waist up
Send her to the money she be back before I wake up
Get cha cake up
Y'all niggaz lame ducks
Ya prolly get ya game up when I'm givin the game up
My name wayne what
Hot boy flame up
You niggaz tryin to change up and I'm gettin my change up
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Ok I'm strapped
Get 'Em
Black Hat, Black Shades, Black Diamonds Oh Behave
No he can't with the fuckin seats back
Got the paint job tho
And the fuckin seats cracked
[Chorus]
I'm a d-boy
Bitch I'm a d-boy
Ho I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket
I got money in my block
I got the money in the power
I'm a d-boy
Bitch I'm a d-boy
Ho I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket
I got money in my block
I got the money in the power
I'm Gone
[Lil Wayne]
Thinkin' of a masta plan
I get money but I'm thinkin of a fasta plan
I'm tryin' to cash it in
I got 5 in thet garbage can and the Wrap Saran
I need cash advance
See I know three sold
The other two a jam
I'ma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can
Hot ass fuckin sadan
Windows rolled down no sound
Them bricks got the speakers drowned
I ain't listenin for shit but sirens
I ain't tryin to get to my ships sunk fuck you pirates
I'll touch you cowards
It ain't nuthin to a boss
The niggaz in the hood tryina floss and ya head gotta cost nigga
Take a loss nigga
SS five five all black with the top chopped off dat
Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at
I ain't tryin to prove nuttin I'm jus tryin to move somen
[Chorus]
[Baby]
See we cookin' up a thousand grams
I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans
Triple color with the platinum jam
50 birds homeboy in the back of a van
A hundred grand in rubberbands
We got them birds in the coffee cans
We got the whips wit the extra clips
Got bitches outta state niggaz flippin them bricks
Been in the caddy been in the alley
Nigga been on the block
Right in front of mrs gladdies (?)
Nigga know bout hustlin'
Know bout stuntin
Did the curb servin shyned every summer (Biatch)
Been on front, been in the back
Nigga roll wit ducktape and ride wit the mac
We see these haters like fuck them niggaz
We made men millionaire hustlin our nature
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
8 AM open my eyes
Yeah kick my bitch tell her open the blinds
And I'm, over the stove at 9
Yeah I'm cookin breakfast for the block then I let her cook mine
Yeah quick line in the bathroom before we bounce
Not me I mean her she go a day a ounce (damn)
Y'all pray for her
While I'm at the bus station in the Bently sittin' low as I wait for ya
I'm gettin' dough I'm a paper---boy I will take ya
For the right paper--boy I will take her
Shake her--tape her--waist up
Send her to the money she be back before I wake up
Get cha cake up
Y'all niggaz lame ducks
Ya prolly get ya game up when I'm givin the game up
My name wayne what
Hot boy flame up
You niggaz tryin to change up and I'm gettin my change up
[Chorus]
Tha Carter 2- 20 - Feel Me
Feel Me
[Interviewer:]
So "Little Wayne," whats your motivation?
[Lil' Wayne:]
Is that really a question
Do you really have that written down in your notepad
You should be ashamed of yourself
You smell me girl
I smell like money
See, thats what they don't understand (Tell 'em a god damn thang)
To me it was always get money or die
I come up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know what I mean I'm stunner junior thats all I know thats all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying
And I feel that way
Foreal
[Verse 1:]
So hard I go I keep pushing
The game so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie
Dwayne Carter absent keep looking
I'm present on the block
I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright like heaven on the watch
Yea nigga I done dropped one eleven on the watch
So watch and see what I do
Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing hachoo
They got the shivers 'mayne I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for FEMA
Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia
Yea no cure no help
So me so good so hard so felt
Feel me
[Lil' Wayne:]
And thats just my point right there
Thats what I'm always trying to stress know what I'm saying
If you don't understand me if you don't feel me then you ain't real
In my eyes, and thats all that count to me you know
[Interviewer:]
So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period
[Lil' Wayne:]
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family thats who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life you know
[Verse 2:]
C'mon, bang this shit nigga pump my shit
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas what they wan-do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black rambo
Fucking with the boy baby thats a cambo
If he won in vegas leave him on the crap table
I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable
Like nobody make a sound where the paper where the paper
Gotta get it gotta have it
Once I got it I'mma spend it
Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be like birthday parties
No room to park the cars in the garages
So outside the cribs all you see is arayis
If I ain't say it right fuck it I ain't foreign
Feel me
[Lil' Wayne:]
And see thats where everybody get me wrong at you know what I mean
I got that heat rock, foreal
[Interviewer:]
Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music
[Lil' Wayne:]
Thats because they ain't got that heat rock like me you know what I mean
They ain't spitting like me
They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over here man, foreal
I need relief, y'all help me
I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all foreal
[Verse 3:]
And based on the bank, I'm doing much better than alot of these niggas
I'm tired of these niggas
Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking back and passing
They catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh ooh that gone probably burn ya
That gone probably learn ya
To never ever ever - ever ever ever come around here no more
Rich gangsters over here you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I should ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe yeah
Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em bout my last show
Tell 'em bout my last hoe
You know, just born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime niggas falling back
Thats right I'm comming baby yeah hard as crack
Feel Me
[Lil' Wayne:]
And thats just what it is nigga
If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit man straight up
Thats how I was tought thats how I was brought up
and thats how I'mma go down
Cash-Money Young-Money in your motherfucking throat bitch
Swallow slow
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song
Bitch
[Interviewer:]
So "Little Wayne," whats your motivation?
[Lil' Wayne:]
Is that really a question
Do you really have that written down in your notepad
You should be ashamed of yourself
You smell me girl
I smell like money
See, thats what they don't understand (Tell 'em a god damn thang)
To me it was always get money or die
I come up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know what I mean I'm stunner junior thats all I know thats all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying
And I feel that way
Foreal
[Verse 1:]
So hard I go I keep pushing
The game so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie
Dwayne Carter absent keep looking
I'm present on the block
I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright like heaven on the watch
Yea nigga I done dropped one eleven on the watch
So watch and see what I do
Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing hachoo
They got the shivers 'mayne I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for FEMA
Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia
Yea no cure no help
So me so good so hard so felt
Feel me
[Lil' Wayne:]
And thats just my point right there
Thats what I'm always trying to stress know what I'm saying
If you don't understand me if you don't feel me then you ain't real
In my eyes, and thats all that count to me you know
[Interviewer:]
So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period
[Lil' Wayne:]
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family thats who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life you know
[Verse 2:]
C'mon, bang this shit nigga pump my shit
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas what they wan-do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black rambo
Fucking with the boy baby thats a cambo
If he won in vegas leave him on the crap table
I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable
Like nobody make a sound where the paper where the paper
Gotta get it gotta have it
Once I got it I'mma spend it
Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be like birthday parties
No room to park the cars in the garages
So outside the cribs all you see is arayis
If I ain't say it right fuck it I ain't foreign
Feel me
[Lil' Wayne:]
And see thats where everybody get me wrong at you know what I mean
I got that heat rock, foreal
[Interviewer:]
Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music
[Lil' Wayne:]
Thats because they ain't got that heat rock like me you know what I mean
They ain't spitting like me
They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over here man, foreal
I need relief, y'all help me
I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all foreal
[Verse 3:]
And based on the bank, I'm doing much better than alot of these niggas
I'm tired of these niggas
Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking back and passing
They catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh ooh that gone probably burn ya
That gone probably learn ya
To never ever ever - ever ever ever come around here no more
Rich gangsters over here you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I should ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe yeah
Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em bout my last show
Tell 'em bout my last hoe
You know, just born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime niggas falling back
Thats right I'm comming baby yeah hard as crack
Feel Me
[Lil' Wayne:]
And thats just what it is nigga
If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit man straight up
Thats how I was tought thats how I was brought up
and thats how I'mma go down
Cash-Money Young-Money in your motherfucking throat bitch
Swallow slow
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song
Bitch
Tha Carter 2- 21 - Get Over
Get Over
Yea, real rap, real rap fo ya
Lighters up, lets get 'em
[Chorus - Nikki (Lil Wayne)]
Thooouugh, though I'm missin you (straight to the head man)
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin without ya is impossible (yea)
Gooonnee...I know you gon live on (cry momma, ya momma)
Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya
[Verse 1]
Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya
He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya
Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to
It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor
Standin on stage in front of thousands
Don't amount to me not havin my father
That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em
But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em
And I'm without 'em, but that's life y'all
Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard
I'm alright God, shit I'm still breathin
But lose hurt like bullets, I'm about to start bleedin
Throw me down some comfort, cause my heart need it
Tryin to cope wit my chances and meet 'em
There's a dark road ahead, but I'm tryin to take it easy
Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga
[Chorus (Lil Wayne simultaneously in the background) x2]
Thooouugh, though I'm missin you
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin without ya is impossible
Gooonnee...I know you gon live on
Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya
(I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over
but I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over)
[Verse 2]
Smoke cush all day and pop painkillers
Fuck who don't understand it, this what the game did us
This what the streets showed us
This how the block made us, the same block where they layed 'em
I pray every time I cross the spot on the pavement, save me
Lord will I be next for the taking? Take me
I know I'm livin like I know when I'm comin
But I'm just livin cause I know that it's comin
And the end is comin, but I ain't runnin
I and hidin and duckin, I'm in the middle of a war, I'm alive and love it
I'm just speakin from the heart of the diein public
We still beatin, we gon rise above it
Though it seem like they cheatin and we loosin
We survive if nothin, they could never take the stride from strugglin
I gotta ride
And sometimes that ride get bloody
But I just think about my buddy and go after that money, but uhh..
[Bridge - Nikki (Lil Wayne simultaneously in the background)]
Ohhh, we gotta get over, we gotta get over, gotta get over
it's almost over, and we gon be alright
(I gotta get over, I gotta get over, cause bitch I'm a soldier)
[Verse 3]
Straight Patrone out the bottle to the head now
We gettin read now, bitch my nigga dead now
And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now
I shoulda said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds
Now I gotta walk around, brim down
Just tryin to find my way to the next day, escape
Ya birthday could be ya death date
So I'm livin like it was just yesterday, let's pray
Ten fingers together, can't bring 'em together
It's murda murda, I don't think it get better
So be a competitor or get out the weather
Me? I got a umbrella and a berretta
I'm just tryin to make sure my daughter future progressin
And behind that, I'm shootin excessive, trust me
The beautiful dead, we livin wit the ugly
I just tell my pops wait for me, I'm comin
[Chorus (Lil Wayne simultaneously in the background) x2]
Thooouugh, though I'm missin you
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin without ya is impossible
Gooonnee...I know you gon live on
Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya
(I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over
but I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over)
(I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over
but I'm a soldier, so I gotta over
can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over) [in background over and over while talking]
They ask me why I wear shades at nighttime...cause I don't wanna see nothin! Yea..
Like I said, life ain't nuttin but a long extended road, keep drivin
I done passed up plenty people up on the side of road, no help, keep goin
Yea...Lost a lot of passengers on the ride, kept goin...yep...
who knows when I'll run outta gas. Yea..
Yea, real rap, real rap fo ya
Lighters up, lets get 'em
[Chorus - Nikki (Lil Wayne)]
Thooouugh, though I'm missin you (straight to the head man)
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin without ya is impossible (yea)
Gooonnee...I know you gon live on (cry momma, ya momma)
Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya
[Verse 1]
Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya
He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya
Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to
It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor
Standin on stage in front of thousands
Don't amount to me not havin my father
That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em
But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em
And I'm without 'em, but that's life y'all
Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard
I'm alright God, shit I'm still breathin
But lose hurt like bullets, I'm about to start bleedin
Throw me down some comfort, cause my heart need it
Tryin to cope wit my chances and meet 'em
There's a dark road ahead, but I'm tryin to take it easy
Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga
[Chorus (Lil Wayne simultaneously in the background) x2]
Thooouugh, though I'm missin you
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin without ya is impossible
Gooonnee...I know you gon live on
Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya
(I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over
but I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over)
[Verse 2]
Smoke cush all day and pop painkillers
Fuck who don't understand it, this what the game did us
This what the streets showed us
This how the block made us, the same block where they layed 'em
I pray every time I cross the spot on the pavement, save me
Lord will I be next for the taking? Take me
I know I'm livin like I know when I'm comin
But I'm just livin cause I know that it's comin
And the end is comin, but I ain't runnin
I and hidin and duckin, I'm in the middle of a war, I'm alive and love it
I'm just speakin from the heart of the diein public
We still beatin, we gon rise above it
Though it seem like they cheatin and we loosin
We survive if nothin, they could never take the stride from strugglin
I gotta ride
And sometimes that ride get bloody
But I just think about my buddy and go after that money, but uhh..
[Bridge - Nikki (Lil Wayne simultaneously in the background)]
Ohhh, we gotta get over, we gotta get over, gotta get over
it's almost over, and we gon be alright
(I gotta get over, I gotta get over, cause bitch I'm a soldier)
[Verse 3]
Straight Patrone out the bottle to the head now
We gettin read now, bitch my nigga dead now
And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now
I shoulda said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds
Now I gotta walk around, brim down
Just tryin to find my way to the next day, escape
Ya birthday could be ya death date
So I'm livin like it was just yesterday, let's pray
Ten fingers together, can't bring 'em together
It's murda murda, I don't think it get better
So be a competitor or get out the weather
Me? I got a umbrella and a berretta
I'm just tryin to make sure my daughter future progressin
And behind that, I'm shootin excessive, trust me
The beautiful dead, we livin wit the ugly
I just tell my pops wait for me, I'm comin
[Chorus (Lil Wayne simultaneously in the background) x2]
Thooouugh, though I'm missin you
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin without ya is impossible
Gooonnee...I know you gon live on
Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya
(I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over
but I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over)
(I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over
but I'm a soldier, so I gotta over
can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over) [in background over and over while talking]
They ask me why I wear shades at nighttime...cause I don't wanna see nothin! Yea..
Like I said, life ain't nuttin but a long extended road, keep drivin
I done passed up plenty people up on the side of road, no help, keep goin
Yea...Lost a lot of passengers on the ride, kept goin...yep...
who knows when I'll run outta gas. Yea..
Tha Carter 2- 22 - Fly Out
Fly Out
[Lil Wayne]
We here
I said we here
The back of Tha Carter
The back of Tha Carter....Two....Ooooh
Yea....This here is....the end of Tha Carter Two people
HEY! HaHa.Yea
[Verse 1]
I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the train
I'm like the key in the truck
I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless
Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychic
Hearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton
Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond
I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever
Tell them pussy niggaz come together
Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga
Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal nigga
I'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga
Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different nigga
Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin
But she ain't really trippin, 'cause the pots is piston
Them niggaz trippin, unitl the shots whistling'
Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention
I gotta bitch, and quit callin women bitches
As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
No preventing the crime, I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin
There you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkin
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
This is the future and crime is to no one
I live everyday like this is the sure one
Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in the heat, 'til the mother fuckin snow come
And it feels so fuckin good
Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Runnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
Come and get it, automatics in motion
We bangin for the bread nigga, even the molded
I got my loaf, I got my toast
Chaperone of the south, I got my coast. Yea
And unll I die I'm Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE
[Lil Wayne]
We here
I said we here
The back of Tha Carter
The back of Tha Carter....Two....Ooooh
Yea....This here is....the end of Tha Carter Two people
HEY! HaHa.Yea
[Verse 1]
I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the train
I'm like the key in the truck
I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless
Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychic
Hearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton
Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond
I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever
Tell them pussy niggaz come together
Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga
Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal nigga
I'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga
Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different nigga
Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin
But she ain't really trippin, 'cause the pots is piston
Them niggaz trippin, unitl the shots whistling'
Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention
I gotta bitch, and quit callin women bitches
As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
No preventing the crime, I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin
There you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkin
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
This is the future and crime is to no one
I live everyday like this is the sure one
Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in the heat, 'til the mother fuckin snow come
And it feels so fuckin good
Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Runnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
Come and get it, automatics in motion
We bangin for the bread nigga, even the molded
I got my loaf, I got my toast
Chaperone of the south, I got my coast. Yea
And unll I die I'm Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE
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