Álbum: Tha Carter

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1. Walk In2:57

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   [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
2. Go DJ4:42

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   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-J
3. This Is The Carter4:36

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   [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]
4. BM J.R.4:59

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   [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
5. On The Block #10:19
6. I Miss My Dawgs4:36

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   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]
7. We Don´t4:10

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   [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
8. On My Own4:28

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   [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 on
9. Tha Heat4:35

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   [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
10. Cash Money Millionaires4:42

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    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
11. Inside1:27

    Letra

    [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...
12. Bring It Back4:21

    Letra

    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 retired
13. Who Wanna4:32

    Letra

    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
14. On The Block #20:24
15. Get Down4:33

    Letra

    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!
16. Snitch3:54

    Letra

    [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
17. Hoes4:27

    Letra

    [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]
18. Only Way4:33

    Letra

    [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]
19. Earthquake4:55

    Letra

    (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 Weezy
20. Ain´t That A B*tch4:00

    Letra

    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...
21. Walk Out1:09

    Letra

    [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