Álbum Tha Carter de Lil Wayne - Canciones
Tha Carter
2004 | 
Estilo(s) | Thug Rap
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El álbum de 2004, Tha Carter, es la obra que marca el inicio de la saga más importante de su carrera y su consagración como un artista de primer nivel. En este trabajo, Lil Wayne se desprende definitivamente de la imagen de joven promesa para presentarse como el heredero del trono de Cash Money, con una madurez lírica y un flow que sorprendieron a todos.
De esta manera, el disco es un salto cualitativo gigantesco. La producción de Mannie Fresh es más sofisticada que nunca, pero es el increíble crecimiento de Wayne como rapero lo que define el álbum. Su técnica, su ingenio para los juegos de palabras y su capacidad para narrar historias alcanzan aquí una nueva dimensión.
Además, el álbum contiene el gran éxito "Go D.J.", una canción que se convirtió en un himno en los clubes y que demostró la increíble química entre Wayne y Mannie Fresh. Ciertamente, "Tha Carter" no solo fue un éxito comercial, sino que también fue aclamado por la crítica como uno de los mejores álbumes de rap del año.
En resumen, "Tha Carter" es el inicio de una era. Es el disco que lo estableció como una fuerza a tener en cuenta en el hip-hop, un trabajo que, por consiguiente, sentó las bases para la que sería una de las rachas creativas más impresionantes de la historia del género.
Listado de canciones del álbum Tha Carter
- Walk InVer letra 2:57
[X]letra de Walk In
[Lil Wayne talking]
Yea yea yea its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
its the Carter motherfucker
let me show you my building man, its the Carter
I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, kno what I'm talkin bout
this is me fourth solo album baby, I came back around
by myself this time, back off the wall
guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
[Verse 1]
This is the Carter y'all welcome, hard as Malcolm
Dawg is a vulcan Lord help him but y'all felt him
That make you a part of me and pardony
If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughtta be
Dont worry Carter me I just actin accordingly
I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in me
Handlin streets in the mandarin V
I hear you haters slanderin me I just hand him the P
Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker and jus handle the piece
Not two fingers I simultaneously bout two bangers
You do not want angus USDA prime beef, ya dead meat
I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up
I'm already hot when another one startin to heat up
Got Mannie hot wit me cuz I always beat his beat up
Yall cats wit y'all feet up startin to look like feet up, I'm G'd up
On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up
In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin bout no speakers
Whats leakin up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby
No more no less Baby, so forth and so on
Front door livin room young nigga switchin we
What you need, get you crack get you weed
Make yo way to the back look ahead and see
White bitch in the bathroom givin head for speed
But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doin it
Daddy tried to ruin it
But I built this building from the ruts
I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker
And the feds know just whats up in this motherfucker
Made niggaz so they cant bust in this motherfucker
So with that lets keep it movin, on to the kitchen where my witches keep it brewin
Uh huh look at how my bitches do it
Bucky buck naked look at all my bitches booties
They handle all my pharmaceutics
I got it from promethazane to metamucil
I'm crucial don't mean to spook you
But this is New Orleans so my queens do voodoo, ya know
So the things just move through
I feel ya pain I got things to soothe you
That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
Dont hate the game hate the institution
That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
Dot hate the game hate the institution, fucka
[Lil Wayne talking]
I came back around, it's the Carter
show you the rest of the house later, we gon go upstairs, ya kno
Ya kno what this is right
Tha Carter..tha Carter...tha Carter - Go DJVer letra 4:42
[X]letra de Go DJ
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh
Go D-J, that's my D-J go D-J, that's my D-J
Go D-J, that's my D-J go D-J, yea
Wit' Weezy Wee, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard
Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause that's my
Murder one oh one, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
No better yet a veteran in the hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Hey its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
Cause the flow is spasmodic what they call insane
That ain't even a motherfucking aim I get dough boy
And you already know that pimping
Eighteen how I'm living young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause that's my
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause that's my
And I move like the Coupe through traffic
Rush hour G-T Bent' roof is absent
Ya bitch present wit' the music blasting
And she keep asking, "how it shoot if its plastic?"
I tell her you see if ya boy run up,
She sat back and cut the Carter back up, oh fa sho
Hey Big Mike they better step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You niggas never harming young,
Fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking (shut up)
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go
Hold on let me hit the blunt
So go, so go this is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the, this is the Carter
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (that my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (that my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (Mannie Fresh that's a my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause that's my
Cause that's my, cause that's my
Birdman put them niggas in a trash can
Leave 'em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lighting another hash and riding in my jag
You will need a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hiding in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the blades in yo' ass
You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass
While the homie here tryna get paid in advance
I'm staying on my grizzy I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit' me then I'm going find your mother
Niggas wanna eat cause they ain't ate nothing
But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'm a walk into the restaurant alone, leaving out
Leaving behind just residue and bones
In your residence with Rugers to your dome
Like where the fuck you holding the coke, holding your throat, choke
This, this, this, this, this, this, this,
This, this, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (an' that my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause that's my
Call me when you fuckin' wit' me go D-JFeaturing: Mannie Fresh - This Is The CarterVer letra 4:36
[X]letra de This Is The Carter
[Lil Wayne talking]
Ok I'm finally perfect, ya know
Yall already know what it is and if you don't
Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers and true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
Because this is the Carter, a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
[Lil Wayne]
Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle
Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals
My charm starburst, my watch skittles
I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle
Holla at a playa, I'm sorta like BD
Yall can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups
Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too
Don't chase the feelin baby girl let it come to you
Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable
I'ma world class G mami fuck wit dude
I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low
I'ma offense coordinator run the shoe
You watch your grill what you ought to do
Fore' your ribs get barbecued
And my ribs is showin I say I'm starving dude
This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude
What up Reel, c'mon
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
I'm the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch
I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch
I be flyer than your guy nigga lose the prick
Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing
And we could sssssshhhhhhhh
All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all
Young Mar' picture the broad lick
All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off
If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all
I young money a car I just write it off
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click
I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick
Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
And yall better blame Baby
Cuz he the muthufucka that made me, and I'm crazy
And yall ask why I never left the navy
Cuz he the muthufucka that pay me, is you crazy
Young, young, young wizzle baby
Give you yo issue, me don't wanna kiss you
No, no, no me no want no bullshit
So, so stop baller blockin cuz a nigga hood rich
And I floss everyday because I could bitch
So holla at ya boy cuz I'm still on some hood shit
Like, like, like whats really good wit ya mom or your lil boy
And your sister lookin good shit, shit
I'm still Apple Eagle weasel
1-7 Hollygrove never ever ever leave you
I got yall waitin on my sequel
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people
[Hook Repeat X2]
[Lil Wayne talking until the end]Featuring: Mannie Fresh - BM J.R.Ver letra 4:59
[X]letra de BM J.R.
[Baby Talking]
Yea shorty, you know what I'm talking bout'
I peep these niggaz out here they slipping like they ain't bout
money no more man, so what fuck
You know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do what we been doing nigga
We gon' load up, get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em'
Nigga
Keep fucking hoes
Loading up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind
[Lil Wayne] I GOT IT
I GOT IT
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will fo real
And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets
Yeah
I got the sawed off, fully in the sean john hoody
Get fucked ya play pussy
We hit em' up when they ain't looking and them body shots hurt
And the head shots took him
Damn
And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom jack
You see me grind to the bottom just to make it to the bottom
At the very bottom of the map
Lou-easy-ana piranhas everywhere you at
You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat
You bitch could get it for acting like a man
Them niggaz in Pakistan ain't packin' like ya man
I back his hand ya man on command
In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on fam
I'm on, I am just in different climates, ducking the animal keep on running wit
my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states,
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more
Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, supa,
what the fuck they play it in the club for ?
Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war,
no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushing lord
Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord
I'm just trying to dodge the shots they send to the god
They riding up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain't looking for "I"
The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side
Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side
Cause when you wilding you ain't looking, you just looking high
and when we hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon merangue, apple custard, cherry jelly
Don't make me get the biscuit buster
What up gizzle you my distant brother
Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep
I skip the fronting and sticks to keeping it trill
You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real
I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in peace
[Baby talking]
Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,
If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,
if you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga
And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya
Order bitch, ya underdig
Put ya prints in nigga
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Ay, ay
You sleep in a field for trying the dude
I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food
Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you
I lie his body in grease set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade
Damn
I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep they ways when I'm in the streets with blades
Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate
And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face
yea
And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight
Haha
My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days
Birdman talk to em'
[Baby talking]
Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty
If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Ay, ay,
Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
You play hard in the gravel like ground dog
I'm underground call me groundhog
Lay down lawgs call me ground law
Don't confuse me with the law, naw but just confuse me with my paw
Because I am the Birdman J-R
I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like ripkin nigga
With the 40 cal ripkin nigga, rip a nigga
Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield
Wack ya Baby momma but I let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still, cause the lil nigga still rides on big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
And sig pill bandannas like banana's
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana
In my cabana with my bottom bitch from savanna
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my land
I'm the man of my land
Call it lil-weezy-ana
Thats the new plan
[Baby talking]
Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga
Thats the only way
Dumb shit we bout that get at me
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga
- On The Block #1 0:19
- I Miss My DawgsVer letra 4:36
[X]letra de I Miss My Dawgs
Yea, yea, yea, yea
This is the Carter motherfucker, yea
And in my building I must keep it real
And man I miss the times, we would shine, you would keep on your side
You would teach me how to ride and you would teach me how to pry
Then we get on the line and go over our lines
We were in the same position and that's when you change position, shit
I never change and I miss ya, and its strange but I never forget ya
Throw that at you and them bitches homie
And I know that ain't you wit that dissing on me
That's why I never replied and never will just let em live phony
If ya ever died I swear to God I got yo kids homie
What's mine is their I gotta give homie, and yea
We still a army in this bitch homie
Yea Cash Money still the shit homie, shit homie
What's really real is you feeling me nigga
That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word the giggity nigga
And I ain't got time to speak the history
I miss you and I know you missing
Gizzle but
[Chorus: x2]
Man I miss my dogs(yea)
Many nights club popping(yea)
Many nights we were blowing trees(yea)
Many nights we were hustling(yea)
Man I miss my dogs(yea)
Me and you through thick and thin(yea)
Me and you through the very end(yea)
For only you I was in the game(yea)
And I remember when you came to the click
I had already made my name in the click, but you got famous and shit
I got my soldier rag and dangled my shit
I was down to just to hang wit you shit
And I banged to the boogie bang bang wit yo click
And I ain't even from the 3(3rd Ward), my hood was angry at me, shit
But I rose to my feet, played the post wit the heat
At them shows while you performed and posed
I was waiting for a nigga to jump, see I was patient but was ready to duck
Cause you my brother chump
Real Gs never buckle up
But every family ain't filled wit gangstas that's real
And that's real and I would never turn my back or turn ya down
Even if you turned around motherfucker
But history is history
I miss you and I know you missing me
Juve but
[Chorus: x2]
You was my nigga, my nerd, my joy, my herb
My main motherfucking man Turk
My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father
I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved
We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept
We lived, we died, I stayed, you left
Remember how we played to the left
And we stayed out of trouble 'cause we stayed to our self
Member B and Slim leaving, hand the ki's over
Tell me not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia
While I watched you reunite wit yo soljas
And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the stunna
Yea those were the times my brother
Now I recognize real and I honor my brother
Yea nigga sub mage my brother, the Sqad's my brother
The nigga you left behind is my brothers
[Chorus: x2]Featuring: Reel - We Don´tVer letra 4:10
[X]letra de We Don´t
[Baby - talking]
Ay shawty, you know what I'm sayin'
Some niggaz palms be sweatin'
Some niggaz palms be itchy
It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it
You know what I'm sayin', nigga
We built this shit from the ground up
Nigga, The Carter, nigga
You what I'm sayin'
We been around the world gettin' money nigga
We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood
Every project, nigga
We worldwide hustlas, nigga (Belie' that bitch)
You what I'm sayin'
Lets get them niggaz, lets ride shawty
[Baby]
Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders
Five young niggaz uptown servants
Word, they bird curvin' for servin'
Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they jaws curvin'
Bitch, and we was raised in these war times
Jail also made men in these hard times
And don't cry I'ma get mines so pray for me
I'm on the block on the grind, mama pray for me
So nigga respect my G, respect my grind
Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind
Nigga respect this heat
When these niggaz out of line, nigga we dress up and creep
Whoa, shawty I'ma blow they whole block
Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind is on plot
Third ward survivor, uptown madness
Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habbit, bitch
[Hook]
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon
[Lil Wayne]
The murder man, picture me lurkin'
Right up behind ya curtains nine's squirtin'
And you could hear it when it's hurtin'
But if I hear him hurtin' I'll walk over and merk him for certain
I took over the circus
'Cause I'ma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface
I walk around, fo' pound and surface
To spin ya ass around in circles, you urkle
Blood run up out ya earth now you purple
Your homeboy get it first, but you worst so
Now you headed to the skies above
And I'm go and get high with ya bitch in the club
Yeah, life's a bitch and death's a husband
And you gonna have to meet up if you keep on fuckin' up
And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up
But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up
[Hook]
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon
[Lil Wayne]
Shoot him in his head so he remember
Because of that mama I'll be gone 'till Novemeber
I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners
Them niggaz on the block say them boys gon' get 'em
But them niggaz on the block don't know the toys who with 'em
Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me
I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy
Ya open up ya face I'ma open up the semi
I open up ya kidneys now ya floatin' up the Missi-
Ssippi, river nigga play with deep water now ya swimmin'
Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin'
Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it
And even though I be the man with the milli's
When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's
Beef cranberry on the ceilin'
This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin' c'mon
[Hook]
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon
[Lil Wayne - talking]
Wish a nigga would say something, gotta
Standin right chea guns up boy
Weezy F, Birdman
Holla back
Featuring: Baby (2) - On My OwnVer letra 4:28
[X]letra de On My Own
[lil wayne]
Eagle, eagle carter man
In a 96 regal contraband
On my way to the east to the laundromat
Got to wash dat money and get on my ass
Flip them bricks it be gone so fast
I got to do something i done blown my last
Dolla holla at ya boy i be on da ave
In dat g pricko is what i am known to have
If shit tend to be slow i put on a mask
Make it halloween and take all ya bags
I say Holly Hollygrove won't you go on and stab and
Make these muthafuckas understand
Look coach you pitching at me under hand
But i am a designated hitter i adjust so fast
Ya men designing women i am a one woman's man
Cash money prince blow the trumpet man
They say they want the drugs to stop but i am a major step back when my album drop
I got dat wet crack flow out ya mammi's pot i got dat i got dat jet black four at ya mammi's spot
I am trying to get dat dough i demand it now
You panic now , you betta panic down
For the neighbors be over here tearing it down
This is weezy f baby i am crowned the prince
[reel]
[hook - repeat 2X]
This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own ,lets get it on
[lil wayne]
And the hand gun is so included don't get it confused i want no confusion and keep ya hoe i
Don't want your contusions
I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
Its money over bitches that i am going to keep provin'
Its weezy f i got ya momma cruisin' out of all the hot boyz she say i am the coolest
I brought my bag of oranges dis time to juice it
It game is a bitch and i am trying to seduce
I floss a awful lot and haters on trying to reduce it
Put the laser on the 45 is iron you stupid
On shot just to remind you nigga you dat fly lil nigga dats behind da trigger
I am all chronic combined with liquor
You will never see me like momma tigger
An eighty's baby a fighting nigga , nigga i got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
I am something you call pepper like a viking snake,see me over the viking stove i am lighting
Bricks
Or in the middle of the shoot out i am tighting clips
Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs, are you catching my drift repersenting with
My section on my belly and shit i am the prince
[reel]
[hook - repeat 2X]
This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own ,lets get it on
[lil wayne]
So roll the carpet out cause you are fucking with a nigga from the royal south
See you are either in or you are out and you out stay in because them warriors are out, because
Those vultures, cops, and those lawyers are out
So i just open up the gate and let my holliers out
No nigga i neva call your house i am probably some where taking Toya out
Not answer my phone man ignoring ya spose
She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth
Hey i am ready to knock a boy in the mouth
Give me the name naw better yet point him out
Ai me and the streets got a joint accountiam from the streets dat you need to be warned about
New Orleans woadie put the gat in your mouth
And if we feed you with alot of iron it will flatten you out
A few roaches but never had no rats in this house, never telling one another leave dat in the
House
I always been a small hustler moving my packing out
If i ever run into some trouble send my savages out
These niggas talking sweet i will get dem cavaties out
I got graveyard flyers man i am passing them out
Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now i am the prince
[reel]
[hook - repeat 2X]
This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own, lets get it onFeaturing: Reel - Tha HeatVer letra 4:35
[X]letra de Tha Heat
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse One]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy love thy brotha
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach
You niggaz better take side with young money, Cash Money
You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
I'll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
The magazine empty and the nine stop busting
I bang my fist till my palms get bloody
Cuz I'm a monsta man
I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he stands
I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 2]
Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am
So ready for whateva that awaits me
Run up in your place wile you're sleepin await the
Calicoes, ak's, Uzi-machines
Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees
I am takin names, so who wanna leave
Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin
AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
And I be right where I am mista
Me and my damn pistol
Me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And umma have to sing you this song nigga
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 3]
I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do
With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo
Shhh the silence will speak to you
Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe
Like Bang! Bang! say breathe nigga breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his tee
Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest...Clear!
Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left
Life is short enjoy what eva's left
Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death
In less than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist
Three inches from your faces
Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate
I'll pop till your shit separate like eewww!
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year - Cash Money MillionairesVer letra 4:42
[X]letra de Cash Money Millionaires
I keep pimping
I keep pimping
I keep I, I keep pimping
I, I, I keep pimping
I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front
One cooking the crack, one rolling the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you looking fa that holla at cha boy
I'm a m, m, mack mack a p, p, pimp
I sp, sp, sp, spit out shrimp
I pull up clean I get out limp
I walk like pl, pl, player
I talk like bi, bitch get chere
Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer
And they love the way I come out wit the gear
This jacket these shoes don't come out this year
So if you love ya girl don't let her come out this year
If you leave her out there then she coming out here
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah!
[Chorus: x2]
Who you think you fucking with (bitch!)
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire)
Who you think you fucking with I'm serious
I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I
give it to my hoe she gon' bring back mo'
Not a minute go she ain't getting that loot
And if you ain't got no money she ain't getting at you
I like em sexy high yellow if you fitting that shoot
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe
Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne
Fly wit' Birdman Jr. wave high to planes
Say bye to lames don't buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch oh!
Wipe me down cause I'm filthy rich
If getting moneys a crime then I'm guilty bitch
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah!
[Chorus: x2]
I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck
Lay at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus
Got ladies fa days, got women fa months
Leave ya girl at home I made 21
Got that thing on chrome blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it ova to the side by a pretty one, like
what's good mami come make a cloud yo' pillow, come fly wit' me
My diamond sing, my weed is rap
Call me Weezy da king or call me Weezy da crack
If pimpin' is dead then I'm bringing it back
Matter fact it never died so I take that back
If ya shoes too small shawty take that back
Cause you gon' walk all day till you make that back
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah!
[Chorus: x2]
Who you think you fucking with (bitch!)
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire)
Who you think you fucking with I'm serious
Who you think you fucking with (bitch!)
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire)
Who you think you fucking with I'm serious
(Who you think you fucking with)
(What's really good moma)
(Its ya boy W.e.e.z.y.F. Baby)
(So high in the sky)
(I'm so fly watch out fa the power lines ya know!)
Get with me, one
Pimp Daddy!
[Repeat: x4]
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire - InsideVer letra 1:27
[X]letra de Inside
[Lil' Wayne talking]
I came back around, I came back around, I came back around
The Carter muthafucka
Right now we still in the kitchen man
You checkin out them bitches booties right (I know)
Yea, but lets move on man, I got plenty more house to shoe to show you man
Plenty mo Carter to give you
You know, let's go man
[Verse]
Now let me show you upstairs
Got the glass house floor to let me know who up there
Look down and you see your reflection
You ain't gotta know who down here
You just know you protected
Hey man, how I don't know you connected
Here's a little more fiend let me see you inject it
That's right little wode respect this
Understand me or get 'cha mammy a death wish
Part one, part two, part three
All the parts of "Godfather" all a part of me
If you, look to the wall ya' see
A few, gagged up, tied up scared pricks
Got 'em, facin the wall like they was on "Blair Witch" (yea)
I ain't, chasin' at all but it get scary 'bout my chips
And in here is where I keep the bricks
Acknowledge lil' marley in the hallway
He got the clips
[Lil' Wayne talking]
Don't shoot 'em Marley (yea)
This my lil' dude marley man
He hold me down, know what I'm talking 'bout
I'll show you the rest of the house later man
You wait right here, I be back
CARTER....CARter....carter... - Bring It BackVer letra 4:21
[X]letra de Bring It Back
Ladies and gentlemen, people with jobs
People without jobs, middle
Class, upper class, high class all that, cats
Snakes chickens ducks
Elderly people and twerkerz
I present to you
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh
Fre-fre-f-Fresh
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh.
Young Ladies,
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Well I'm fly as son of a gun a son
Of a stunna yep, high as a 7-5-7 goin'
To heaven no
Weezy F the reverend
Preach about me I'm the god 1-7
Apple and E
I'm the cash money Machiavelli
Y'all ain't ready, quick fast
Like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
Eighty two I was born ready I'm to ready y'all
Betty crocker baller blockers I'm 2 heavy
Meatball Lamborghini, top
Spaghetti, seats Ragu, uh twenty to shoot,
Oh me and you got plenty to do,
I don't need no pool I'm swimming gin you,
And I sleep with the sharks shorty
On the water water, and I be ma eight hundred forty mama
Shake something for me, and it
Don't make sense if it don't make that money,
I'm a take that money
I'm straight Cash Money
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Put ya hands on ya
Knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I take off ma brim moment of silence
For the homeboy Souljah Slim,
Yea,
Frontin' round here will get ya back chopped off,
We do our on thing
We don't act like y'all
I say black
White walls with the backs wiped off
Y'all lil' busters just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type that
Fall, we don't breed them kind but they bleed just fine
Yup Weezy the
Don only read between the line, if you can't boi read ma 9,
I'm going hard in
The black white diesel time, either I'm the illest
Cat doing it or these cats is
Losing it, I be Eazy,
Fall back and be coo wit it,
Ball barrer is moving it,
Dead float I'm through it wit', I'm the shh,
No no I'm sewer rich, Weezy F
Baby I do dis here!
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
A old school gangsta, mack like the eighties,
I look like Cita and act like Baby, yup
You play wit' me I react like the navy,
No better yet the army y'all goin'
Need them for me,
And ya head is a bleeping target,
You don't want me to
See you wit' ma peeking Tommys,
Wizzle fizzle I keep in New Orleans,
Sleeping with women that sleep wit' the Hornets
A country boy in something foreign, bout a hundred thousand
More than what your in,
Your not bout it, you freeze up like popsicles,
Pop up on bicycles,
Pop y'all like spy pimples, yup Wizzle fizzle
Original hot bizzle, still Lil' Wayne
But the dividends not little
Yea don't be surprised how da ground feel,
Get down get down, make them footprints
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
A the best rapper alive,
Since the best rapper retired, yea yea
Yea, the best rapper alive,
Since the best rapper retiredFeaturing: Mannie Fresh - Who WannaVer letra 4:32
[X]letra de Who Wanna
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W
Weezy Baby
This is the Carter man
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!
Raj ya bangin 'em in the.. Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the..
Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the head wit this one cut!
Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch
Weezy say guard ya neck bitch
Weezy Baby this is the Carter
I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter
From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one
You do the math it's a horror
While I be on the ave gettin off one nineteen for a soft one
Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot
If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretchin ya out
If you catch me without the burna burn me
I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass
I'm dyin of doom I say I'm sick with cash
These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass
You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass
Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass
Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass
Smash on ya bitch ass
Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye!
[Chorus - 2X]
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who gon fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon fuck wit me do you wanna fuck wit me Naw!
Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house
I'll sell a brick to a house nigga
I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose
Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce
Lights off young Teddy Pender is out
Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown
I wasnt born with no silver spoon
But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon
Tomb sittin in ya room sing for me
But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom
But if ya dont hear me doe fool the semi go boom
I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room
I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space
She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace
I was once lost but now I'm found
Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye!
[Chorus - 2X]
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da head Whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da face Whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da neck Whoa!
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!
I know how to cook so I buy it soft
I also sell it soft depending the cost
You know thats shells they toss defending they boss
They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss
You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far
Ya'll niggaz better gear up for the comin of the boy
From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy
I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys
Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump
Baby what have I done I created a monster
Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster
Hell naw I smell ya'll
Didnt know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on
And the block still a hell zone
Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! Aye!
[Chorus - 2X]
Bang 'em in da head whoa!
Bang 'em in da face whoa!
Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go
Bang 'em in da head whoa!
Bang 'em in da face whoa!
Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
Rim low all I can see is ya hoe now let's go - On The Block #2 0:24
- Get DownVer letra 4:33
[X]letra de Get Down
Weezy
What up pop, what up pop.
Fuck what they heard
it's what they need to know nigga
(They saying C.A.R.T.E.R. yep!)
Ya feel me, hey nigga we done built this.
Shit from the ground up now homie
Believe that daddy, it ain't no looking back from here, we too strong
[Chorus]
And that's the only way we get down (we get down)
Cause that's the only way we was taught (we was taught)
And everything we got we bought (we bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark (still shine in the dark, yeah)
And that's the only way we get down (we get down)
And that's the only way we was taught (we was taught)
And everything we got we bought (we bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark
(Still shine in the dark, fuck a law, oh!)
Cause that's the only way we get down
I down down a brother
We ain't cut from the same cloth you Downy soft
Bullets separate ya body compound a buster
I'm a find ya if ya hiding I'm a bounty hunter
In ya home putting dick all down ya woman
You come home we in the bedroom counting money
I bring her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say Birdman Birdman what's good today
We ain't never let them niggas take our food away
And we recognize real and got a rude awakening
And woke up together and our life was better
I'm the Cash Money son I live a life of cheddar
Not a rat though hat low Nike's is leather
Lil' maw twist two get my life together
Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we knife together, cut!
[Chorus]
Throw my weight like Sherman Klump
I gotta hold up my estate like Donald Trump
And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump
I bring the pump when it's time to pump
Wrapped around my waist like a cumber bun
Don't make a nigga pump, you up!
I come in that new thing, she threw up
Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean yo' shoe up
I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up
Business mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet ya bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up
One by one I push 'em down, fat bullet, fat head make a pussy sound
Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town
Like that bitch!
[Chorus]
I give my arms and my legs to the game I'm ahead of the game
I dead any mane if he said anything
But it's cool, as long as nigga paid when he came
And I'm a fool with the flame and the caine
Cut it just a little bit but the drain stay the same yeah
Young Wayne and the pain and the stain still remain
On the chest where the four made a mess yes
I'm still here in the flesh twenty one year old legend
I'm a live way after my death
I sacrifice whatever that's left
I give y'all the last of my breath like
Write it down take a picture record a copy
Press pause only way you stop me fucker
I'm a get mine and make you not me
Spit wine in ya face if you watch me Bitch!
[Chorus]
And that's the only way we getting down nigga
Cash Money C-M-B man
You already know we here never left fuck 'em
See me if you got a problem boy
I'm at home all day man, it's not a game
Stunner, what's really good with 'em
We ain't never let 'em take our food away
(I got it, yeah)
Fresh you nasty on this on dog
This one, this is the Carter bitch!Featuring: Baby (2) - SnitchVer letra 3:54
[X]letra de Snitch
[Hook - repeat 2X]
Don't let your mouth open up
Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no
[Verse 1]
Aint no snitches ridin wit us
Ol mo the mouth niggaz could holla the front
Cant no loose slips get on my yacht
I leave player haters at the dock, watch
And your nigga help ya burn the block
As soon as you get hot nigga turn to cop
Ya settin up federal appointments now
Nigga all in court pointing out
Daddy not knowing what he doin his child
We gon mail him his finger when he get out, yea
Just to show him what we's about
Never let shit about G'z leave ya mouth, yea
You inside can't leave ya house
Two donut lovers to police ya house
I sneak past those brothers leak in ya house
And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up
[Hook - repeat 2X]
[Verse 2]
Wizzy nigga been bout me
Stay low so you don't know shit bout me
Make no mistake I'm a veteran at
Me never rat mommy taught me better than that
Get a gat if you ain't got one already
If you do then you ain't got enough get two
And you could never get me nigga get you
And you ain't got to fuck me girl fuck you
I'm rollin wit my goons
And I would never roll on my nigga take that to my tune
aint no girl came out of mom's wound
Real nigga shit muthufucker I'm tuned, and I was taught
If a man talk about another man while that man ain't present
A man don't listen
They throwin brick but they hands is missin
Just watch what you sayin sissy
[Hook - repeat 2X]
[Verse 3]
Aint no telling who spillin the earl
You telling yo boy he tellin his girl
O, Now she telling the world
It ain't no secret I'm hotter than etha
But I don't neither cop shit neither
Either close yo mouth or meet the heater
We the dirty south where cocaine cheaper
You go up north nigga's boost they fee up
This where the real hustlers meet up
Look out anybody can be them people
Yo own people could be them people
No glasses can help you see them people
They around too many evil people
Detectives wanna get even equal
My desert eagle ain't even legal, but sssshhhhhhhh
[Hook - repeat 2X]
[talking]
Yea nigga watch the people around you watch the people away from you
Leave them niggaz be let them stay from you
These niggaz mouth's is runnin like hot water, I swear to God
Real niggaz takin falls like Niagara
Tryna stay up like Viagra, but it ain't gon happen
These niggaz is best buddies wit the 5-0 team they know the DA by name
It ain't a game it used to be one
Its like these niggaz got them big ducks in they mouth that the gynecologist
Use when yo bitch get a pap-smear
That's pussy anyway
Weezy - HoesVer letra 4:27
[X]letra de Hoes
[Chorus: x2]
Hoes!
Lets just talk about hoes!
Can we talk about hoes hoes!
Lets go
You got to talk like a pimp whats good mommy
You knew better you threw better who better than
That nigga with the crisp, white tee icy white sneaks
Jeans to a better you do better gettin' yo ass
Out off up in that coupe bitch, see your ass on that new
Leather and re-coupe bitch,
Its only me you bitch on our way to the stoop.
I'm that Birdman junior
You ain't know and don't give me that silly bullshit about you ain't hoe.
I move ya to my city put yo ass in ya 1-0.
I have ya lookin' pretty hit ave and get the doe.
And Gucci don't fit you like it's suppose to be in pictures,
I computer love baby Wayne ya change your image.
You need Weezy them other boys just gimmicks.
Me I'm just game, green and straight physics is you wit it
Yeah I ain't even tryin to hit it.
I ma get it once its time to get it.
Lets talk about
[Chorus]
I got this rat name Shelly that loves Makaveli
Number 5 combo meals its bad she K-Y jelly.
Our
Old school shorty still drinkin' 40's.
Grab the mic start a fight, fuck up the whole party.
Maybe you should leave,
Just yo weave, thats Velcro hell no bitch go wit Steve.
Got this lead singer bitch from a popular group
I would say her name but she bought me a coupe.
Got this poor hoe Shonna swear like Marijuana she dig Lil Wayne
But she love the Big Tymers,
Got pretty girl Patrice
Found out I'm fuckin' her niece
She tried to stab her so I grab her and we call the police.
Mr. Officer, that bitch den lost it bra she goin' to jail oh well,
I be fuckin' her, see two dikes, Spanish twins
Nuts press on they chin, will we go belly low well nigga that depends
[Chorus]
I got old school bitches and new school hoes
Female basketball players with cornrows and I don't
Like short haired girls no not really
If I do she got to look like the old Halle Berry
Or the broke Toni Braxton or first Lil' Kim
But I still take hood rats and work with them.
I put yo ass in a jag and I got jerk ya quick.
Give ya ass a Lil' game if you smerk you in,
I am pimp not a simp like ice in my drink
And I don't think twice or blink
Cause I'm focus
Rollin in the whitest mink like I'm polar bear yeah let down my hair
Get jazzy on a bitch like Fred Astaire
Rose gold in her face get'em red as glare
My Bentley plum my Mercedes pear.
I am lookin' for a freak momma take me there, yeah
[Chorus: x3]Featuring: Mannie Fresh - Only WayVer letra 4:33
[X]letra de Only Way
[Baby talking to Wayne]
Ay Wayne
I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right
Ya feel me
These niggaz out here picking bullshit over money nigga
But you know what fuck a nigga
We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full
[Chorus: Baby]
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The only way we live it only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
[Verse 1]
Well I'm a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me
It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it
You ain't fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga
There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision
Well I'm gone get fed up one day
Put lead up in the K
Come and hit up where ya stay so
Baby momma betta get up out the way
Cause the bullet got no heart
And the trigger man crazy
Little man if a bigger man jumps through
Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looking
But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches
Im a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the henges
Yes weezy baby flow off the henges
So off the tempo no pad or pencil
Well let me go back to what men do
Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22's Bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Weezy F. Baby hand cocked
Demand my cheese
Fuck you pay me
And I can't stop
Please, what you crazy?
Man I'm a get it like the man on the chorus
Got my hand on a fortune
Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window
Kidnapp ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolk
And tell the cops I murder the infoer
Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow
Niggaz wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low
I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo
Nigga you ain't scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub
With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud
Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga!
Its the Birdman and Birdman Jr
And he ain't got to his son a shoot ya blah
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Homeboy you gotta know that avenue
To get off a bag or two or you just passin through
True true, and we just passed the truth
Passin through the streets of the murder capital
Where you think ya own brothers after you
So you ain't got no other brother after you
Dont let the boys in blue capture you
Cause they got pictures of me at it too
Its all fucked up
Bossman weezy get y'all touched up
Gat blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something
Its cash money all or nothing
Its Lil Wayne the reverand call it Sunday
The congregation know I come with nothing
But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing
And the choir know I come with money
And y'all know I'm Stunnas youngin like dat bitch
[Chorus]
Featuring: Baby (2) - EarthquakeVer letra 4:55
[X]letra de Earthquake
(Speak to them Jazze)
[Chorus]
I
(Yea fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she want to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(Yea so how bout you, so how bout you)
I'll take your bitch give her back, take your bitch again
Because you throw a five I pitch a ten
Now she want to get inside of my sixty six
She sees my wrist blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me)
I'm her long distance pimp
When I land my bitches want for me on the strip (yup)
And I don't lie I confess,
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress
Gotta dress to impress though,
Gotta stay clean, plus momma in a Lex four
She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death
It's the bird man Jr. sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it rains it whores
[Chorus]
Now why you want to go do that
Like I can't see through that
Tattoo right there like I can't view that
Girl what that say, Girl what who that
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil' Wayne (nop)
Cause I'm way more flyer
Have you hanging round a bunch of yeyo buyers (no),(no)
And not a day go by us,
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off we ridin'
Where phones don't roam they don't even come on
You're far from home so leave it alone
You creeping with the king of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong
With your hair in a pony
I ain't got no blinds
We can stare at the morning (yup)
But I can't be there all morning
I'm a pimp, baby girl, I'm going, going, gone
[Chorus]
I'm sorry I was grooving
Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music
But let's get back to what we was doing
Laid back in that black on Pat Ewing's
That's thirty three V tires, he fire
These streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on your side
Two must, so I'm a get three more and cop you one
Wait, naw hun cause you ain't exempt
If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip (yea)
But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you cause I stick to the script (yup)
I said I stick to my grip,
I stick to my money,
That's life to me
Sorry honey Jazze
[Chorus]
So how bout you, yea
So how bout you?
See what I'm talking bout sweet heart
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale,
You ain't gotta Lee Carsole
You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott,
You ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
Know what I'm talking bout,
You ain't gotta have the staff of E-S-P-N
You ain't gotta have ABC staff just to talk sports baby
Cause I got game sweetheart
Just fuck with the boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the back
Daddy's little that's right,
See what I'm talking bout
I can't give you the game
But I can show the game
And you can see what you see
And peek how you peek and get what you get
Know what I'm talking bout
WeezyFeaturing: Jazze Pha - Ain´t That A B*tchVer letra 4:00
[X]letra de Ain´t That A B*tch
Hey Hey Hey!
[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch!
And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!
[Verse One]
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless
Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here
Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year
My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year
Wizzle F Baby ya'll niggaz can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior
I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand
And in the streets I'm a money man
And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
A hundred proof in my other hand
If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin
[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch
[Verse Two]
Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand
And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss
They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss
But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up!
And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga
Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga
How many more do ya love nigga
cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece
Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son
The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)
Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we
got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me
I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
And advance a little due to the pine
My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga!
[Chorus - 2X]
Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga
Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti... - Walk OutVer letra 1:09
[X]letra de Walk Out
[Verse 1]
And in here is where the heroine boils
And I also got a large pot of cigarette or you, that
Embalmment fluid illiterate are you
That's OK man I got the medicine for you
I got, I got, I got the infediment for you
Got that vitamin D R U G for you shorty
One window to let the dawn in
Cause we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning
We dump in and pump out
I showed you this window for you to jump out
You on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growing
No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sam's or Jakes
Round here its all gravy, ham and steak
Mama cooking that up here have a plate
That's mama Carter she's a basket case
But I make sure her sandwich is a napkins straight
You pic wit this picnic and I'm at your face
I say I'm at your throat, this was the carter slam the door, go
El álbum de 2004, Tha Carter, es la obra que marca el inicio de la saga más importante de su carrera y su consagración como un artista de primer nivel. En este trabajo, Lil Wayne se desprende definitivamente de la imagen de joven promesa para presentarse como el heredero del trono de Cash Money, con una madurez lírica y un flow que sorprendieron a todos.
De esta manera, el disco es un salto cualitativo gigantesco. La producción de Mannie Fresh es más sofisticada que nunca, pero es el increíble crecimiento de Wayne como rapero lo que define el álbum. Su técnica, su ingenio para los juegos de palabras y su capacidad para narrar historias alcanzan aquí una nueva dimensión.
Además, el álbum contiene el gran éxito "Go D.J.", una canción que se convirtió en un himno en los clubes y que demostró la increíble química entre Wayne y Mannie Fresh. Ciertamente, "Tha Carter" no solo fue un éxito comercial, sino que también fue aclamado por la crítica como uno de los mejores álbumes de rap del año.
En resumen, "Tha Carter" es el inicio de una era. Es el disco que lo estableció como una fuerza a tener en cuenta en el hip-hop, un trabajo que, por consiguiente, sentó las bases para la que sería una de las rachas creativas más impresionantes de la historia del género.
[X]
[Lil Wayne talking]letra de Walk In
Yea yea yea its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
its the Carter motherfucker
let me show you my building man, its the Carter
I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, kno what I'm talkin bout
this is me fourth solo album baby, I came back around
by myself this time, back off the wall
guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
[Verse 1]
This is the Carter y'all welcome, hard as Malcolm
Dawg is a vulcan Lord help him but y'all felt him
That make you a part of me and pardony
If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughtta be
Dont worry Carter me I just actin accordingly
I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in me
Handlin streets in the mandarin V
I hear you haters slanderin me I just hand him the P
Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker and jus handle the piece
Not two fingers I simultaneously bout two bangers
You do not want angus USDA prime beef, ya dead meat
I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up
I'm already hot when another one startin to heat up
Got Mannie hot wit me cuz I always beat his beat up
Yall cats wit y'all feet up startin to look like feet up, I'm G'd up
On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up
In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin bout no speakers
Whats leakin up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby
No more no less Baby, so forth and so on
Front door livin room young nigga switchin we
What you need, get you crack get you weed
Make yo way to the back look ahead and see
White bitch in the bathroom givin head for speed
But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doin it
Daddy tried to ruin it
But I built this building from the ruts
I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker
And the feds know just whats up in this motherfucker
Made niggaz so they cant bust in this motherfucker
So with that lets keep it movin, on to the kitchen where my witches keep it brewin
Uh huh look at how my bitches do it
Bucky buck naked look at all my bitches booties
They handle all my pharmaceutics
I got it from promethazane to metamucil
I'm crucial don't mean to spook you
But this is New Orleans so my queens do voodoo, ya know
So the things just move through
I feel ya pain I got things to soothe you
That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
Dont hate the game hate the institution
That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
Dot hate the game hate the institution, fucka
[Lil Wayne talking]
I came back around, it's the Carter
show you the rest of the house later, we gon go upstairs, ya kno
Ya kno what this is right
Tha Carter..tha Carter...tha Carter
[X]
Yea, yea, yealetra de Go DJ
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh
Go D-J, that's my D-J go D-J, that's my D-J
Go D-J, that's my D-J go D-J, yea
Wit' Weezy Wee, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard
Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause that's my
Murder one oh one, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
No better yet a veteran in the hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Hey its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
Cause the flow is spasmodic what they call insane
That ain't even a motherfucking aim I get dough boy
And you already know that pimping
Eighteen how I'm living young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause that's my
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause that's my
And I move like the Coupe through traffic
Rush hour G-T Bent' roof is absent
Ya bitch present wit' the music blasting
And she keep asking, "how it shoot if its plastic?"
I tell her you see if ya boy run up,
She sat back and cut the Carter back up, oh fa sho
Hey Big Mike they better step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You niggas never harming young,
Fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking (shut up)
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go
Hold on let me hit the blunt
So go, so go this is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the, this is the Carter
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (that my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (that my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (Mannie Fresh that's a my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause that's my
Cause that's my, cause that's my
Birdman put them niggas in a trash can
Leave 'em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lighting another hash and riding in my jag
You will need a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hiding in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the blades in yo' ass
You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass
While the homie here tryna get paid in advance
I'm staying on my grizzy I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit' me then I'm going find your mother
Niggas wanna eat cause they ain't ate nothing
But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'm a walk into the restaurant alone, leaving out
Leaving behind just residue and bones
In your residence with Rugers to your dome
Like where the fuck you holding the coke, holding your throat, choke
This, this, this, this, this, this, this,
This, this, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (an' that my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause that's my
Call me when you fuckin' wit' me go D-J
[X]
[Lil Wayne talking]letra de This Is The Carter
Ok I'm finally perfect, ya know
Yall already know what it is and if you don't
Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers and true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
Because this is the Carter, a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
[Lil Wayne]
Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle
Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals
My charm starburst, my watch skittles
I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle
Holla at a playa, I'm sorta like BD
Yall can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups
Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too
Don't chase the feelin baby girl let it come to you
Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable
I'ma world class G mami fuck wit dude
I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low
I'ma offense coordinator run the shoe
You watch your grill what you ought to do
Fore' your ribs get barbecued
And my ribs is showin I say I'm starving dude
This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude
What up Reel, c'mon
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
I'm the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch
I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch
I be flyer than your guy nigga lose the prick
Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing
And we could sssssshhhhhhhh
All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all
Young Mar' picture the broad lick
All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off
If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all
I young money a car I just write it off
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click
I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick
Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
And yall better blame Baby
Cuz he the muthufucka that made me, and I'm crazy
And yall ask why I never left the navy
Cuz he the muthufucka that pay me, is you crazy
Young, young, young wizzle baby
Give you yo issue, me don't wanna kiss you
No, no, no me no want no bullshit
So, so stop baller blockin cuz a nigga hood rich
And I floss everyday because I could bitch
So holla at ya boy cuz I'm still on some hood shit
Like, like, like whats really good wit ya mom or your lil boy
And your sister lookin good shit, shit
I'm still Apple Eagle weasel
1-7 Hollygrove never ever ever leave you
I got yall waitin on my sequel
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people
[Hook Repeat X2]
[Lil Wayne talking until the end]
[X]
[Baby Talking]letra de BM J.R.
Yea shorty, you know what I'm talking bout'
I peep these niggaz out here they slipping like they ain't bout
money no more man, so what fuck
You know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do what we been doing nigga
We gon' load up, get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em'
Nigga
Keep fucking hoes
Loading up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind
[Lil Wayne] I GOT IT
I GOT IT
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will fo real
And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets
Yeah
I got the sawed off, fully in the sean john hoody
Get fucked ya play pussy
We hit em' up when they ain't looking and them body shots hurt
And the head shots took him
Damn
And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom jack
You see me grind to the bottom just to make it to the bottom
At the very bottom of the map
Lou-easy-ana piranhas everywhere you at
You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat
You bitch could get it for acting like a man
Them niggaz in Pakistan ain't packin' like ya man
I back his hand ya man on command
In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on fam
I'm on, I am just in different climates, ducking the animal keep on running wit
my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states,
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more
Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, supa,
what the fuck they play it in the club for ?
Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war,
no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushing lord
Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord
I'm just trying to dodge the shots they send to the god
They riding up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain't looking for "I"
The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side
Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side
Cause when you wilding you ain't looking, you just looking high
and when we hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon merangue, apple custard, cherry jelly
Don't make me get the biscuit buster
What up gizzle you my distant brother
Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep
I skip the fronting and sticks to keeping it trill
You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real
I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in peace
[Baby talking]
Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,
If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,
if you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga
And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya
Order bitch, ya underdig
Put ya prints in nigga
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Ay, ay
You sleep in a field for trying the dude
I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food
Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you
I lie his body in grease set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade
Damn
I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep they ways when I'm in the streets with blades
Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate
And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face
yea
And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight
Haha
My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days
Birdman talk to em'
[Baby talking]
Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty
If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Ay, ay,
Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
You play hard in the gravel like ground dog
I'm underground call me groundhog
Lay down lawgs call me ground law
Don't confuse me with the law, naw but just confuse me with my paw
Because I am the Birdman J-R
I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like ripkin nigga
With the 40 cal ripkin nigga, rip a nigga
Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield
Wack ya Baby momma but I let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still, cause the lil nigga still rides on big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
And sig pill bandannas like banana's
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana
In my cabana with my bottom bitch from savanna
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my land
I'm the man of my land
Call it lil-weezy-ana
Thats the new plan
[Baby talking]
Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga
Thats the only way
Dumb shit we bout that get at me
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga
[X]
Yea, yea, yea, yealetra de I Miss My Dawgs
This is the Carter motherfucker, yea
And in my building I must keep it real
And man I miss the times, we would shine, you would keep on your side
You would teach me how to ride and you would teach me how to pry
Then we get on the line and go over our lines
We were in the same position and that's when you change position, shit
I never change and I miss ya, and its strange but I never forget ya
Throw that at you and them bitches homie
And I know that ain't you wit that dissing on me
That's why I never replied and never will just let em live phony
If ya ever died I swear to God I got yo kids homie
What's mine is their I gotta give homie, and yea
We still a army in this bitch homie
Yea Cash Money still the shit homie, shit homie
What's really real is you feeling me nigga
That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word the giggity nigga
And I ain't got time to speak the history
I miss you and I know you missing
Gizzle but
[Chorus: x2]
Man I miss my dogs(yea)
Many nights club popping(yea)
Many nights we were blowing trees(yea)
Many nights we were hustling(yea)
Man I miss my dogs(yea)
Me and you through thick and thin(yea)
Me and you through the very end(yea)
For only you I was in the game(yea)
And I remember when you came to the click
I had already made my name in the click, but you got famous and shit
I got my soldier rag and dangled my shit
I was down to just to hang wit you shit
And I banged to the boogie bang bang wit yo click
And I ain't even from the 3(3rd Ward), my hood was angry at me, shit
But I rose to my feet, played the post wit the heat
At them shows while you performed and posed
I was waiting for a nigga to jump, see I was patient but was ready to duck
Cause you my brother chump
Real Gs never buckle up
But every family ain't filled wit gangstas that's real
And that's real and I would never turn my back or turn ya down
Even if you turned around motherfucker
But history is history
I miss you and I know you missing me
Juve but
[Chorus: x2]
You was my nigga, my nerd, my joy, my herb
My main motherfucking man Turk
My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father
I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved
We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept
We lived, we died, I stayed, you left
Remember how we played to the left
And we stayed out of trouble 'cause we stayed to our self
Member B and Slim leaving, hand the ki's over
Tell me not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia
While I watched you reunite wit yo soljas
And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the stunna
Yea those were the times my brother
Now I recognize real and I honor my brother
Yea nigga sub mage my brother, the Sqad's my brother
The nigga you left behind is my brothers
[Chorus: x2]
[X]
[Baby - talking]letra de We Don´t
Ay shawty, you know what I'm sayin'
Some niggaz palms be sweatin'
Some niggaz palms be itchy
It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it
You know what I'm sayin', nigga
We built this shit from the ground up
Nigga, The Carter, nigga
You what I'm sayin'
We been around the world gettin' money nigga
We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood
Every project, nigga
We worldwide hustlas, nigga (Belie' that bitch)
You what I'm sayin'
Lets get them niggaz, lets ride shawty
[Baby]
Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders
Five young niggaz uptown servants
Word, they bird curvin' for servin'
Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they jaws curvin'
Bitch, and we was raised in these war times
Jail also made men in these hard times
And don't cry I'ma get mines so pray for me
I'm on the block on the grind, mama pray for me
So nigga respect my G, respect my grind
Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind
Nigga respect this heat
When these niggaz out of line, nigga we dress up and creep
Whoa, shawty I'ma blow they whole block
Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind is on plot
Third ward survivor, uptown madness
Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habbit, bitch
[Hook]
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon
[Lil Wayne]
The murder man, picture me lurkin'
Right up behind ya curtains nine's squirtin'
And you could hear it when it's hurtin'
But if I hear him hurtin' I'll walk over and merk him for certain
I took over the circus
'Cause I'ma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface
I walk around, fo' pound and surface
To spin ya ass around in circles, you urkle
Blood run up out ya earth now you purple
Your homeboy get it first, but you worst so
Now you headed to the skies above
And I'm go and get high with ya bitch in the club
Yeah, life's a bitch and death's a husband
And you gonna have to meet up if you keep on fuckin' up
And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up
But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up
[Hook]
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon
[Lil Wayne]
Shoot him in his head so he remember
Because of that mama I'll be gone 'till Novemeber
I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners
Them niggaz on the block say them boys gon' get 'em
But them niggaz on the block don't know the toys who with 'em
Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me
I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy
Ya open up ya face I'ma open up the semi
I open up ya kidneys now ya floatin' up the Missi-
Ssippi, river nigga play with deep water now ya swimmin'
Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin'
Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it
And even though I be the man with the milli's
When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's
Beef cranberry on the ceilin'
This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin' c'mon
[Hook]
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon
[Lil Wayne - talking]
Wish a nigga would say something, gotta
Standin right chea guns up boy
Weezy F, Birdman
Holla back
[X]
[lil wayne]letra de On My Own
Eagle, eagle carter man
In a 96 regal contraband
On my way to the east to the laundromat
Got to wash dat money and get on my ass
Flip them bricks it be gone so fast
I got to do something i done blown my last
Dolla holla at ya boy i be on da ave
In dat g pricko is what i am known to have
If shit tend to be slow i put on a mask
Make it halloween and take all ya bags
I say Holly Hollygrove won't you go on and stab and
Make these muthafuckas understand
Look coach you pitching at me under hand
But i am a designated hitter i adjust so fast
Ya men designing women i am a one woman's man
Cash money prince blow the trumpet man
They say they want the drugs to stop but i am a major step back when my album drop
I got dat wet crack flow out ya mammi's pot i got dat i got dat jet black four at ya mammi's spot
I am trying to get dat dough i demand it now
You panic now , you betta panic down
For the neighbors be over here tearing it down
This is weezy f baby i am crowned the prince
[reel]
[hook - repeat 2X]
This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own ,lets get it on
[lil wayne]
And the hand gun is so included don't get it confused i want no confusion and keep ya hoe i
Don't want your contusions
I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
Its money over bitches that i am going to keep provin'
Its weezy f i got ya momma cruisin' out of all the hot boyz she say i am the coolest
I brought my bag of oranges dis time to juice it
It game is a bitch and i am trying to seduce
I floss a awful lot and haters on trying to reduce it
Put the laser on the 45 is iron you stupid
On shot just to remind you nigga you dat fly lil nigga dats behind da trigger
I am all chronic combined with liquor
You will never see me like momma tigger
An eighty's baby a fighting nigga , nigga i got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
I am something you call pepper like a viking snake,see me over the viking stove i am lighting
Bricks
Or in the middle of the shoot out i am tighting clips
Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs, are you catching my drift repersenting with
My section on my belly and shit i am the prince
[reel]
[hook - repeat 2X]
This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own ,lets get it on
[lil wayne]
So roll the carpet out cause you are fucking with a nigga from the royal south
See you are either in or you are out and you out stay in because them warriors are out, because
Those vultures, cops, and those lawyers are out
So i just open up the gate and let my holliers out
No nigga i neva call your house i am probably some where taking Toya out
Not answer my phone man ignoring ya spose
She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth
Hey i am ready to knock a boy in the mouth
Give me the name naw better yet point him out
Ai me and the streets got a joint accountiam from the streets dat you need to be warned about
New Orleans woadie put the gat in your mouth
And if we feed you with alot of iron it will flatten you out
A few roaches but never had no rats in this house, never telling one another leave dat in the
House
I always been a small hustler moving my packing out
If i ever run into some trouble send my savages out
These niggas talking sweet i will get dem cavaties out
I got graveyard flyers man i am passing them out
Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now i am the prince
[reel]
[hook - repeat 2X]
This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own, lets get it on
[X]
[Lil Wayne talking]letra de Tha Heat
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse One]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy love thy brotha
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach
You niggaz better take side with young money, Cash Money
You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
I'll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
The magazine empty and the nine stop busting
I bang my fist till my palms get bloody
Cuz I'm a monsta man
I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he stands
I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 2]
Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am
So ready for whateva that awaits me
Run up in your place wile you're sleepin await the
Calicoes, ak's, Uzi-machines
Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees
I am takin names, so who wanna leave
Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin
AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
And I be right where I am mista
Me and my damn pistol
Me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And umma have to sing you this song nigga
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 3]
I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do
With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo
Shhh the silence will speak to you
Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe
Like Bang! Bang! say breathe nigga breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his tee
Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest...Clear!
Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left
Life is short enjoy what eva's left
Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death
In less than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist
Three inches from your faces
Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate
I'll pop till your shit separate like eewww!
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[X]
I keep pimpingletra de Cash Money Millionaires
I keep pimping
I keep I, I keep pimping
I, I, I keep pimping
I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front
One cooking the crack, one rolling the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you looking fa that holla at cha boy
I'm a m, m, mack mack a p, p, pimp
I sp, sp, sp, spit out shrimp
I pull up clean I get out limp
I walk like pl, pl, player
I talk like bi, bitch get chere
Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer
And they love the way I come out wit the gear
This jacket these shoes don't come out this year
So if you love ya girl don't let her come out this year
If you leave her out there then she coming out here
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah!
[Chorus: x2]
Who you think you fucking with (bitch!)
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire)
Who you think you fucking with I'm serious
I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I
give it to my hoe she gon' bring back mo'
Not a minute go she ain't getting that loot
And if you ain't got no money she ain't getting at you
I like em sexy high yellow if you fitting that shoot
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe
Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne
Fly wit' Birdman Jr. wave high to planes
Say bye to lames don't buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch oh!
Wipe me down cause I'm filthy rich
If getting moneys a crime then I'm guilty bitch
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah!
[Chorus: x2]
I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck
Lay at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus
Got ladies fa days, got women fa months
Leave ya girl at home I made 21
Got that thing on chrome blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it ova to the side by a pretty one, like
what's good mami come make a cloud yo' pillow, come fly wit' me
My diamond sing, my weed is rap
Call me Weezy da king or call me Weezy da crack
If pimpin' is dead then I'm bringing it back
Matter fact it never died so I take that back
If ya shoes too small shawty take that back
Cause you gon' walk all day till you make that back
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire yeah!
[Chorus: x2]
Who you think you fucking with (bitch!)
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire)
Who you think you fucking with I'm serious
Who you think you fucking with (bitch!)
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire)
Who you think you fucking with I'm serious
(Who you think you fucking with)
(What's really good moma)
(Its ya boy W.e.e.z.y.F. Baby)
(So high in the sky)
(I'm so fly watch out fa the power lines ya know!)
Get with me, one
Pimp Daddy!
[Repeat: x4]
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire
[X]
[Lil' Wayne talking]letra de Inside
I came back around, I came back around, I came back around
The Carter muthafucka
Right now we still in the kitchen man
You checkin out them bitches booties right (I know)
Yea, but lets move on man, I got plenty more house to shoe to show you man
Plenty mo Carter to give you
You know, let's go man
[Verse]
Now let me show you upstairs
Got the glass house floor to let me know who up there
Look down and you see your reflection
You ain't gotta know who down here
You just know you protected
Hey man, how I don't know you connected
Here's a little more fiend let me see you inject it
That's right little wode respect this
Understand me or get 'cha mammy a death wish
Part one, part two, part three
All the parts of "Godfather" all a part of me
If you, look to the wall ya' see
A few, gagged up, tied up scared pricks
Got 'em, facin the wall like they was on "Blair Witch" (yea)
I ain't, chasin' at all but it get scary 'bout my chips
And in here is where I keep the bricks
Acknowledge lil' marley in the hallway
He got the clips
[Lil' Wayne talking]
Don't shoot 'em Marley (yea)
This my lil' dude marley man
He hold me down, know what I'm talking 'bout
I'll show you the rest of the house later man
You wait right here, I be back
CARTER....CARter....carter...
[X]
Ladies and gentlemen, people with jobs letra de Bring It Back
People without jobs, middle
Class, upper class, high class all that, cats
Snakes chickens ducks
Elderly people and twerkerz
I present to you
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh
Fre-fre-f-Fresh
Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh.
Young Ladies,
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Well I'm fly as son of a gun a son
Of a stunna yep, high as a 7-5-7 goin'
To heaven no
Weezy F the reverend
Preach about me I'm the god 1-7
Apple and E
I'm the cash money Machiavelli
Y'all ain't ready, quick fast
Like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
Eighty two I was born ready I'm to ready y'all
Betty crocker baller blockers I'm 2 heavy
Meatball Lamborghini, top
Spaghetti, seats Ragu, uh twenty to shoot,
Oh me and you got plenty to do,
I don't need no pool I'm swimming gin you,
And I sleep with the sharks shorty
On the water water, and I be ma eight hundred forty mama
Shake something for me, and it
Don't make sense if it don't make that money,
I'm a take that money
I'm straight Cash Money
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Put ya hands on ya
Knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I take off ma brim moment of silence
For the homeboy Souljah Slim,
Yea,
Frontin' round here will get ya back chopped off,
We do our on thing
We don't act like y'all
I say black
White walls with the backs wiped off
Y'all lil' busters just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type that
Fall, we don't breed them kind but they bleed just fine
Yup Weezy the
Don only read between the line, if you can't boi read ma 9,
I'm going hard in
The black white diesel time, either I'm the illest
Cat doing it or these cats is
Losing it, I be Eazy,
Fall back and be coo wit it,
Ball barrer is moving it,
Dead float I'm through it wit', I'm the shh,
No no I'm sewer rich, Weezy F
Baby I do dis here!
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
A old school gangsta, mack like the eighties,
I look like Cita and act like Baby, yup
You play wit' me I react like the navy,
No better yet the army y'all goin'
Need them for me,
And ya head is a bleeping target,
You don't want me to
See you wit' ma peeking Tommys,
Wizzle fizzle I keep in New Orleans,
Sleeping with women that sleep wit' the Hornets
A country boy in something foreign, bout a hundred thousand
More than what your in,
Your not bout it, you freeze up like popsicles,
Pop up on bicycles,
Pop y'all like spy pimples, yup Wizzle fizzle
Original hot bizzle, still Lil' Wayne
But the dividends not little
Yea don't be surprised how da ground feel,
Get down get down, make them footprints
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
A the best rapper alive,
Since the best rapper retired, yea yea
Yea, the best rapper alive,
Since the best rapper retired
[X]
Somebody call the slick policeletra de Who Wanna
Capitol W
Weezy Baby
This is the Carter man
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!
Raj ya bangin 'em in the.. Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the..
Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the head wit this one cut!
Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch
Weezy say guard ya neck bitch
Weezy Baby this is the Carter
I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter
From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one
You do the math it's a horror
While I be on the ave gettin off one nineteen for a soft one
Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot
If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretchin ya out
If you catch me without the burna burn me
I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass
I'm dyin of doom I say I'm sick with cash
These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass
You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass
Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass
Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass
Smash on ya bitch ass
Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye!
[Chorus - 2X]
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who gon fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon fuck wit me do you wanna fuck wit me Naw!
Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house
I'll sell a brick to a house nigga
I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose
Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce
Lights off young Teddy Pender is out
Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown
I wasnt born with no silver spoon
But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon
Tomb sittin in ya room sing for me
But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom
But if ya dont hear me doe fool the semi go boom
I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room
I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space
She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace
I was once lost but now I'm found
Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye!
[Chorus - 2X]
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da head Whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da face Whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da neck Whoa!
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!
I know how to cook so I buy it soft
I also sell it soft depending the cost
You know thats shells they toss defending they boss
They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss
You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far
Ya'll niggaz better gear up for the comin of the boy
From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy
I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys
Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump
Baby what have I done I created a monster
Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster
Hell naw I smell ya'll
Didnt know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on
And the block still a hell zone
Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! Aye!
[Chorus - 2X]
Bang 'em in da head whoa!
Bang 'em in da face whoa!
Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go
Bang 'em in da head whoa!
Bang 'em in da face whoa!
Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
Rim low all I can see is ya hoe now let's go
[X]
Weezyletra de Get Down
What up pop, what up pop.
Fuck what they heard
it's what they need to know nigga
(They saying C.A.R.T.E.R. yep!)
Ya feel me, hey nigga we done built this.
Shit from the ground up now homie
Believe that daddy, it ain't no looking back from here, we too strong
[Chorus]
And that's the only way we get down (we get down)
Cause that's the only way we was taught (we was taught)
And everything we got we bought (we bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark (still shine in the dark, yeah)
And that's the only way we get down (we get down)
And that's the only way we was taught (we was taught)
And everything we got we bought (we bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark
(Still shine in the dark, fuck a law, oh!)
Cause that's the only way we get down
I down down a brother
We ain't cut from the same cloth you Downy soft
Bullets separate ya body compound a buster
I'm a find ya if ya hiding I'm a bounty hunter
In ya home putting dick all down ya woman
You come home we in the bedroom counting money
I bring her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say Birdman Birdman what's good today
We ain't never let them niggas take our food away
And we recognize real and got a rude awakening
And woke up together and our life was better
I'm the Cash Money son I live a life of cheddar
Not a rat though hat low Nike's is leather
Lil' maw twist two get my life together
Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we knife together, cut!
[Chorus]
Throw my weight like Sherman Klump
I gotta hold up my estate like Donald Trump
And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump
I bring the pump when it's time to pump
Wrapped around my waist like a cumber bun
Don't make a nigga pump, you up!
I come in that new thing, she threw up
Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean yo' shoe up
I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up
Business mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet ya bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up
One by one I push 'em down, fat bullet, fat head make a pussy sound
Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town
Like that bitch!
[Chorus]
I give my arms and my legs to the game I'm ahead of the game
I dead any mane if he said anything
But it's cool, as long as nigga paid when he came
And I'm a fool with the flame and the caine
Cut it just a little bit but the drain stay the same yeah
Young Wayne and the pain and the stain still remain
On the chest where the four made a mess yes
I'm still here in the flesh twenty one year old legend
I'm a live way after my death
I sacrifice whatever that's left
I give y'all the last of my breath like
Write it down take a picture record a copy
Press pause only way you stop me fucker
I'm a get mine and make you not me
Spit wine in ya face if you watch me Bitch!
[Chorus]
And that's the only way we getting down nigga
Cash Money C-M-B man
You already know we here never left fuck 'em
See me if you got a problem boy
I'm at home all day man, it's not a game
Stunner, what's really good with 'em
We ain't never let 'em take our food away
(I got it, yeah)
Fresh you nasty on this on dog
This one, this is the Carter bitch!
[X]
[Hook - repeat 2X]letra de Snitch
Don't let your mouth open up
Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no
[Verse 1]
Aint no snitches ridin wit us
Ol mo the mouth niggaz could holla the front
Cant no loose slips get on my yacht
I leave player haters at the dock, watch
And your nigga help ya burn the block
As soon as you get hot nigga turn to cop
Ya settin up federal appointments now
Nigga all in court pointing out
Daddy not knowing what he doin his child
We gon mail him his finger when he get out, yea
Just to show him what we's about
Never let shit about G'z leave ya mouth, yea
You inside can't leave ya house
Two donut lovers to police ya house
I sneak past those brothers leak in ya house
And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up
[Hook - repeat 2X]
[Verse 2]
Wizzy nigga been bout me
Stay low so you don't know shit bout me
Make no mistake I'm a veteran at
Me never rat mommy taught me better than that
Get a gat if you ain't got one already
If you do then you ain't got enough get two
And you could never get me nigga get you
And you ain't got to fuck me girl fuck you
I'm rollin wit my goons
And I would never roll on my nigga take that to my tune
aint no girl came out of mom's wound
Real nigga shit muthufucker I'm tuned, and I was taught
If a man talk about another man while that man ain't present
A man don't listen
They throwin brick but they hands is missin
Just watch what you sayin sissy
[Hook - repeat 2X]
[Verse 3]
Aint no telling who spillin the earl
You telling yo boy he tellin his girl
O, Now she telling the world
It ain't no secret I'm hotter than etha
But I don't neither cop shit neither
Either close yo mouth or meet the heater
We the dirty south where cocaine cheaper
You go up north nigga's boost they fee up
This where the real hustlers meet up
Look out anybody can be them people
Yo own people could be them people
No glasses can help you see them people
They around too many evil people
Detectives wanna get even equal
My desert eagle ain't even legal, but sssshhhhhhhh
[Hook - repeat 2X]
[talking]
Yea nigga watch the people around you watch the people away from you
Leave them niggaz be let them stay from you
These niggaz mouth's is runnin like hot water, I swear to God
Real niggaz takin falls like Niagara
Tryna stay up like Viagra, but it ain't gon happen
These niggaz is best buddies wit the 5-0 team they know the DA by name
It ain't a game it used to be one
Its like these niggaz got them big ducks in they mouth that the gynecologist
Use when yo bitch get a pap-smear
That's pussy anyway
Weezy
[X]
[Chorus: x2]letra de Hoes
Hoes!
Lets just talk about hoes!
Can we talk about hoes hoes!
Lets go
You got to talk like a pimp whats good mommy
You knew better you threw better who better than
That nigga with the crisp, white tee icy white sneaks
Jeans to a better you do better gettin' yo ass
Out off up in that coupe bitch, see your ass on that new
Leather and re-coupe bitch,
Its only me you bitch on our way to the stoop.
I'm that Birdman junior
You ain't know and don't give me that silly bullshit about you ain't hoe.
I move ya to my city put yo ass in ya 1-0.
I have ya lookin' pretty hit ave and get the doe.
And Gucci don't fit you like it's suppose to be in pictures,
I computer love baby Wayne ya change your image.
You need Weezy them other boys just gimmicks.
Me I'm just game, green and straight physics is you wit it
Yeah I ain't even tryin to hit it.
I ma get it once its time to get it.
Lets talk about
[Chorus]
I got this rat name Shelly that loves Makaveli
Number 5 combo meals its bad she K-Y jelly.
Our
Old school shorty still drinkin' 40's.
Grab the mic start a fight, fuck up the whole party.
Maybe you should leave,
Just yo weave, thats Velcro hell no bitch go wit Steve.
Got this lead singer bitch from a popular group
I would say her name but she bought me a coupe.
Got this poor hoe Shonna swear like Marijuana she dig Lil Wayne
But she love the Big Tymers,
Got pretty girl Patrice
Found out I'm fuckin' her niece
She tried to stab her so I grab her and we call the police.
Mr. Officer, that bitch den lost it bra she goin' to jail oh well,
I be fuckin' her, see two dikes, Spanish twins
Nuts press on they chin, will we go belly low well nigga that depends
[Chorus]
I got old school bitches and new school hoes
Female basketball players with cornrows and I don't
Like short haired girls no not really
If I do she got to look like the old Halle Berry
Or the broke Toni Braxton or first Lil' Kim
But I still take hood rats and work with them.
I put yo ass in a jag and I got jerk ya quick.
Give ya ass a Lil' game if you smerk you in,
I am pimp not a simp like ice in my drink
And I don't think twice or blink
Cause I'm focus
Rollin in the whitest mink like I'm polar bear yeah let down my hair
Get jazzy on a bitch like Fred Astaire
Rose gold in her face get'em red as glare
My Bentley plum my Mercedes pear.
I am lookin' for a freak momma take me there, yeah
[Chorus: x3]
[X]
[Baby talking to Wayne]letra de Only Way
Ay Wayne
I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right
Ya feel me
These niggaz out here picking bullshit over money nigga
But you know what fuck a nigga
We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full
[Chorus: Baby]
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The only way we live it only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
[Verse 1]
Well I'm a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me
It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it
You ain't fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga
There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision
Well I'm gone get fed up one day
Put lead up in the K
Come and hit up where ya stay so
Baby momma betta get up out the way
Cause the bullet got no heart
And the trigger man crazy
Little man if a bigger man jumps through
Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looking
But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches
Im a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the henges
Yes weezy baby flow off the henges
So off the tempo no pad or pencil
Well let me go back to what men do
Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22's Bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Weezy F. Baby hand cocked
Demand my cheese
Fuck you pay me
And I can't stop
Please, what you crazy?
Man I'm a get it like the man on the chorus
Got my hand on a fortune
Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window
Kidnapp ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolk
And tell the cops I murder the infoer
Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow
Niggaz wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low
I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo
Nigga you ain't scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub
With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud
Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga!
Its the Birdman and Birdman Jr
And he ain't got to his son a shoot ya blah
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Homeboy you gotta know that avenue
To get off a bag or two or you just passin through
True true, and we just passed the truth
Passin through the streets of the murder capital
Where you think ya own brothers after you
So you ain't got no other brother after you
Dont let the boys in blue capture you
Cause they got pictures of me at it too
Its all fucked up
Bossman weezy get y'all touched up
Gat blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something
Its cash money all or nothing
Its Lil Wayne the reverand call it Sunday
The congregation know I come with nothing
But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing
And the choir know I come with money
And y'all know I'm Stunnas youngin like dat bitch
[Chorus]
[X]
(Speak to them Jazze)letra de Earthquake
[Chorus]
I
(Yea fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she want to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(Yea so how bout you, so how bout you)
I'll take your bitch give her back, take your bitch again
Because you throw a five I pitch a ten
Now she want to get inside of my sixty six
She sees my wrist blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me)
I'm her long distance pimp
When I land my bitches want for me on the strip (yup)
And I don't lie I confess,
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress
Gotta dress to impress though,
Gotta stay clean, plus momma in a Lex four
She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death
It's the bird man Jr. sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it rains it whores
[Chorus]
Now why you want to go do that
Like I can't see through that
Tattoo right there like I can't view that
Girl what that say, Girl what who that
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil' Wayne (nop)
Cause I'm way more flyer
Have you hanging round a bunch of yeyo buyers (no),(no)
And not a day go by us,
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off we ridin'
Where phones don't roam they don't even come on
You're far from home so leave it alone
You creeping with the king of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong
With your hair in a pony
I ain't got no blinds
We can stare at the morning (yup)
But I can't be there all morning
I'm a pimp, baby girl, I'm going, going, gone
[Chorus]
I'm sorry I was grooving
Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music
But let's get back to what we was doing
Laid back in that black on Pat Ewing's
That's thirty three V tires, he fire
These streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on your side
Two must, so I'm a get three more and cop you one
Wait, naw hun cause you ain't exempt
If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip (yea)
But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you cause I stick to the script (yup)
I said I stick to my grip,
I stick to my money,
That's life to me
Sorry honey Jazze
[Chorus]
So how bout you, yea
So how bout you?
See what I'm talking bout sweet heart
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale,
You ain't gotta Lee Carsole
You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott,
You ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
Know what I'm talking bout,
You ain't gotta have the staff of E-S-P-N
You ain't gotta have ABC staff just to talk sports baby
Cause I got game sweetheart
Just fuck with the boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the back
Daddy's little that's right,
See what I'm talking bout
I can't give you the game
But I can show the game
And you can see what you see
And peek how you peek and get what you get
Know what I'm talking bout
Weezy
[X]
Hey Hey Hey!letra de Ain´t That A B*tch
[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch!
And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!
[Verse One]
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless
Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here
Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year
My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year
Wizzle F Baby ya'll niggaz can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior
I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand
And in the streets I'm a money man
And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
A hundred proof in my other hand
If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin
[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch
[Verse Two]
Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand
And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss
They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss
But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up!
And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga
Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga
How many more do ya love nigga
cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece
Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son
The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)
Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we
got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me
I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
And advance a little due to the pine
My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga!
[Chorus - 2X]
Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga
Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...
[X]
[Verse 1]letra de Walk Out
And in here is where the heroine boils
And I also got a large pot of cigarette or you, that
Embalmment fluid illiterate are you
That's OK man I got the medicine for you
I got, I got, I got the infediment for you
Got that vitamin D R U G for you shorty
One window to let the dawn in
Cause we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning
We dump in and pump out
I showed you this window for you to jump out
You on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growing
No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sam's or Jakes
Round here its all gravy, ham and steak
Mama cooking that up here have a plate
That's mama Carter she's a basket case
But I make sure her sandwich is a napkins straight
You pic wit this picnic and I'm at your face
I say I'm at your throat, this was the carter slam the door, go
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