Tha Carter II de Lil Wayne

Listado de Canciones

1. Tha Mobb5:21

   Letra

   Yeah... hard body (hard body) Carter carter carter yeah Let's go Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombing 'Til they getting out the game it's like coming out of a coma I'm trying... but I'm normal when this rap shit gets boring All I ask is that you pray for me (please) And the beat keep crying and I'm gonna keep beating her Fee I'm fucking her I'm deep in her sleep in her And what happens when the reaper come (huh?) I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up I made enough I ain't make shit So while I'm here I'm gonna take that and take this (nigga!) Breakfast yes let's eat, wipe you mouth when you finished Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushing in Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert Carter II tell me how is you gonna stop a riot I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!) I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got 'em!) Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (GO!) I'm here motherfucker make room... BOOM! Young Tune the big kahuna It's my ocean baby you all niggas is tuna Better now than sooner junior Fly around you city try tryna take a number two on you I ain't going nowhere special I won't never leave Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave Game get rid of me? Not little me Man I got 'em I'm gonna get 'em B (I got 'em B) I'm hungry like I didn't eat I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen What the fuck you niggas telling me? You pups can't keep up with the Pedigree Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but what's new? Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop Get fucked so many times 'til it's fuck you (fuck 'em!) So how you wanna do it baby we can get it All you gotta do is say it and I'm with it Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver I'm gonna ride baby 'til the judge give me a verdict yeah Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it 'cause everytime I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah Now I kill it the mission accomplished The niggas abolished the bitches astonished Then they pay homage when did they find it but Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so They don't forget it I underline it and I'm in the sky when the thunder's crying young'n I been through all that I done done what you saying I put it down when the other was playing When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions Quote unquote with the eighth I'm a gorilla but lighter With the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah Start 'em, ignite 'em I walk through fire Watch the flames start multiplying whoo! Yeah Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga Take a chunk ouch body like a shark bit a nigga I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck with a nigga Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite Fork in the road I'm always going right Nowadays knowing life ain't no more road lights We can't see but we're gonna make it to the finish line It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times Damn then one more to the face (BOW!) just So they close the casket like I pay to close the case I made straight mafia shit front line Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit If I talk about my robbery they probably get rich So fuck 'em I'm gonna let 'em sit And I ain't ducking 'cause I'm right here I'm just enough I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm stepping up See you fucking up the money baby that ain't good business You starting to look like a witness and this is For the gangsters and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes Crossover whatever mainstream no 'cause Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold You heard it right here if the game was ever told Lift up you toes and look under a rug Trust me there's history under all that dust So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?) Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front Stunner pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt Lets eat and talk about all them niggas we cut What? You know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch That's real shit if you ever seen such Chuch The Mobb Nigga
2. Fly In2:23

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   So they ask me Young boy What you gonna do the second time around How you goin' come back I tried told them I come back like thirty two I jump back like thirty three (ugh) Hit me! That's nothin' This is Tha Carter Two people This is Tha Carter Two people (hey) They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter Of the deads forehead I killed the father Spilled the heart of a mildew hater I will put them body on chill like glaciers Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious Going against me is atheist I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust I ain't sniffin' I'm just pitchin' ya honor I ain't snitchin' ya honor Hate bitch niggas bitches with power Vacate when the kitchen get hotter I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard Put that jar in the skillet drop a four in the bubbles I remember being young tryin' to hustle my dough Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap Tryin' to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke You ain't tryin' to see how far that black back lane go No, call me Pacman you ghosts is blue I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue Jewelry, usually I'm a hooligan for the money Yeah I'm eatin' but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh Make harm in the bomb you in public Hit you with the straight arm no warning nothin' Look it's mornin' no yawnin' or nothin' I ain't sleepin' I'm up tryin' to take a nigga lunch You gon make a nigga break a nigga fronts Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin' what we want I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here If you ever lookin' for me bitch I will be here Cash Money is an army Navy Seal me here Lot of niggas ran from it but I'll still be here No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental Crack the phill' crack the roof and roll up the window And my hood love me they tell me bring it home That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song You leapin' at a dog a dog wit no bark Just a bite like an old shark And all you bitch niggas no paw I'm talkin' bout stunna He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters Sunshine's on the king and sets on the prince I met the Birdman and I been shinin' ever since like that (that, that, that)
3. Money On My Mind4:32

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   Yeah [Chorus 2X with variations] Money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money money on my mind So money is all I think of Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe I'm lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R. Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick I know but trip and that forty make a chip Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip And the hustle was all muscle just strength When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist I whip coke like hoes nigga I'm a pimp Lil nigga bout to rape the market If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin [Chorus] [Hook: during chorus] Fuck bitches [3X] Get money [3X] Get money fuck bitches Fuck bitches get money Fuck bitches get money Yeah Nigga get it in a slump if you know how In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow What you know bout that baby its yo time Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks He tell me I'm gainin weight I tell him I'm gettin paid Money over bitches I'm yellin it to the grave Developed at a young age go after what pays These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays I drop a car note in the mall on the first day I gotta get it even if its in the worst way That cake like it's it's my birthday New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me Where moneys more important than the person Nigga [Chorus + Hook during chorus] Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar I'm diggin in the game tryna get some money out her I'm so vain its a problem It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest Got me a goddess sure how to divide it She still down and she don't get none of the profit We around the city let the tints hide me Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you I make it run like horses do Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby I know its crazy but I can't get enough baby I love it I fuckin love it I'm a self made millionaire fuck the public Ridin to myself cause I don't fuck with nothin Pistol on my lap on the way to the money [Chorus + Hook during chorus]
4. Fireman4:24

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   I'm the Fireman Fire, Fa, Fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got that fire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'm a put you out You can spark it up and I'm a put you out Ain't nobody fuckin' with me man, Heatman Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that I'm passin' 'em out now and you can't have that And my chain Toucan Sam that Tropical colors you can't match that Gotta be abstract You catch my gal legs open better smash that Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack My girls can't wear that why that's where my stash at I put my mack down that's where you lack at She need her candlelit and I'm a wax that I rekindle the flame She remember the name It's Weezy Baby January December the same Mama gimme that brain Mama gimme that gut Cause I'm the fireman You hear the firetruck I'm the fireman Fire, fa, fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got that fire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'm a put you out You can spark it up and I'm a put you out Fresh on campus it's the Birdman junior Money too long teachers put away ya rulers Raw tune not a cartoon No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (sexy) I'm hot but the car cool She wet that's a carpool Been in that water since a youngin' you just shark food Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school Yeah the lights is bright but I got a short fuse Don't snooze Been handlin' the game so long my thumbs bruised Ya new girlfriend is old news Yeen' got enough green and she so blue yeah Cash Money Records where dreams come true Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew Now watch it melt don't burn ya self I'm the fireman Fire, fa, fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got that fire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'm a put you out You can spark it up and I'm a put you out Ridin' by myself well really not really So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby My money 360, you only 180 Half of the game too lazy Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake 'em Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake 'em Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah Come on mama let The Carter make ya Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry crape ya They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton Y'all in a race and me I'm at the finish line Been running for too long it's time to gimme mine Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I Weezy allergic to wintertime I'm the fireman Fire, fa, fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got that fire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'm a put you out You can spark it up and I'm a put you out I, I, I, got 'em I, I, I, got 'em aye aye B I got 'em Aye D I got 'em Aye slim I got 'em Don't worry I, I, I Don't worry I, I, I I'm a put you out
5. Mo Fire3:24

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   [Chorus] Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya [Verse 1] Why did he plot, my fifty cup, my city hot I'm dodgin the city cop I play em' like pitty pat (shh)I'm kickin back (yeah)I'm gettin stacks, these bitches is really rats I fuck em and give em back (yeah) I really mack (yeah) how real is that, you love him, you really wack I hustle and bend my back My muscle is in tact My biceps and triceps is AYYYE YESSS [Chorus] Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya [Verse 2] I Come at You (shh), it's somethin new, the color is smurf blue, I'm puffin that purple, believe it if I talk it I walk it like Hershel I get it like it is on the commercial Verse 2, this is Verse 2, it is worse too, I'll mirk you, like I birth you you niggas small bubbles, I'll burst you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you my jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, I'm like whateva my shit mean and obscene now I been seen on alotta different scene, that mean I got alotta different creme [Chorus] Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya [Verse 3] I raise mo fire to the man up higher, I lick a shot to let him know that im a rider (yeah) my dreads hang to let him know that I'm a lion, represent the jungle when the others just tryin, I represent my mother like baby stop cryin, I know my papa gone but guarantee to see her shinin (yeah), now you are lookin at New Orleans finest, now you are being blinded, by European diamond, and you were seein 2 or 3 times and, got your vision all fucked up, now you can't even find me, and I ain't even hidin naw, I'm right here baby, she wanna walk witcha, I'm like yea baby, party man with the shotty to his head rock-a-by his ass to sleep, rock it lay him down to bed I put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms homie, you ain't nuthin but a prop fish.. [Chorus] Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya Mo Fi-ya, Mo Fi-ya Weezy.. Mo Fi- ya, I giver her, ....
6. On Tha Block #1 (Skit)0:39
7. Best Rapper Alive4:55

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   Fuck with me? Thank you C'mon C'mon You know me man Alright O-V I got 'em boy Weezy baby C two Weezy baby You cant see me And I see you, Lawd I, I, I got 'em Bring the crowd and I'm loud and living color It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach (yummy) I'm takin' it I ain't askin' them for nothin' If you sell a million records we can battle for ya money I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday Watch a football game and bet it all on one play Still stuntin' baby yes I'm still flossin' Latest car on the market with the top peeled off it Big wheels make it look a lil' bulky You look a lil' salty have ya-self a chill coffee Chill out, the girls is still out Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out I'm busy I got people to reel in God I hope they snappin' at the end of my rod I hope I'm fishin' in the right pond And I hope you catch on to every line Who a I! The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And you should, be afraid, be very afraid The heart of New Orleans, thumpin' and beatin' Livin' and breathin', steallin' and feedin' Peelin' and leavin', killin' and greivin' Dearly departed, erased deleted No prints no plates, no face no trace Out of sight out of mind, no court no case Sell his chain, celebrate, block parties, second line, Zulu ball bar, S.S. fest, jazz fest, Mardi Gras Shotty bounce, body rock, now he dropped, No he got, family try, tell the feds, tell the cops Smell a rat, comin' back, to the house, to the spot Tap tap, knock knock, who is that? chicka pow! Trigger man, hoody man, tell the kids boogie man, "Pistol Pete", ammo-mammal, gun man, blum blam (ha ha) Damn semi you done fucked up Pussy ass niggas put ya nuts up Just call me! The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And you should, be afraid, be very afraid Fuck up with all these rookie M-C's? Whew! smell like a bunch of pussy to me (fuck em') Fuck em' good, fuck em' long, fuck em' hard, fuck who? fuck em' all (yea) Like that just like that, right back I'm on that money train and that mack will knock em' off track The Carter back, well protected from the warren Sapp The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac You cant see me baby boy you got that cataracts I'm right here, straight out ya hood just like an alley cat Since everyone's a king where the fuck ya palace at Me I got callus on my hand I can handle that Its no problem baby I so got em' Its just a victory lap baby I'm just joggin' Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath The motherfuckin best yet Sorry for cussin' Who! The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And you should, be afraid, be very afraid, yeah (The best rapper alive)
8. Lock And Load4:47

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   [Lil' Wayne Intro] Yeah, vibe wit me sweetheart it aint hard, Ah fuck dem niggaz I aint worried bout dem This Cash Money baby ya no what im takin bout its the Carter II, Kurupt holla at dem niggaz (nigga) [Chorus (Kurupt)] We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun they lost, they lost we took they shit now its time to floss (Lock & Load) [2x] [Verse 1 (Lil'Wayne)] 22 year old 17 war vet life in the fast lane little red corvette little red handkerchief hangin out the right side back pocket jeans fallin cover my Evisu sign yep we do shine and they gon hate but they hated G's is baby we wont break so we ride like four perrelli's so s-cary no security, no protectin, no conparin lokin heavy , Oceans 11 , aviators, both taker, so fakers, no players im hollygrove to the heart hollygrove from the start dont cross airheart boluvard or the war i come from 1-7 one shot never that blum, blum, blrrr, blrrr, pop, pop, clap, clap what the fuck hollygrove stand up nigga duck. [Chorus (Kurupt)] [Verse 2 (Lil' Wayne)] get em get em weezy hit em where you kill em easy sit em in the river leave em they find em tomorrow evenin sinkin im prolly drinkin that syrup thinkin I wont slip even tho im leanin like a broke hip. he aint know I got the nina with the full clip thats a sommersault, backspin full flip for ya. push this button ill flip out and hit sumthin miss nuthin im just bustin until the scene clean. twelve hundred for the jeans stop playin a hundred dollars for the glock in my pants who the man I am when I stand with it pointed right at your face knock your brains from the back of your neck for lack of respect I strap a jet black gat to the death tell my momma to bury me with that no bullshit my hood gettin kinda crazy where I be so rony's wit me cause he's the O.G. [Chorus (Kurupt)] [Verse 3 (Lil' Wayne)] Fresh out the backseat of the figgity Phantom the hater I make em madder when I wave at em like "what up" if it aint bout money I keep goin im tryin to get that green im tryin to mow my lawn. But fuck them boys I got the shoty on my armor If them boys run up I leave they bodies on the lawn and duck the fuck outta there cause baby its hotter there if this was a movie its time to roll the credits "CUT" its all over all of your brains are all over the mother fuckin block im a mother fuckin rock hard body Eagle street 17 shots night vision double clip hot steady beam glock pop, drop little man drop this is not for little bitches, you man or a fox im layin in the drop thinkin of more money, Cash Money, young money, take money, your money [Chorus (Kurupt)] [Lil' Wayne Outro] hahaha, yeah, lock & load, ya know, I thought they knew it was really real daddy, yeah, homeboy, my mother fuckin wristband was 300 dollars no lie, Dolce & Gabbana, they should pay me for sayin that shit, so is my jeans they wasnt 300 but they Dolce too, yeah, we won mother fucker, we winnin over here, thats right, hey, somebody call gordon tell him pull up front open the doors suicide, lets ride out, you got money you know what the fuck im takin bout, if ya dont, keep thinkin, if you can do that, your losin streak is goin up, why? Cause we here, and I’ll fuck this up today, straight up
9. Oh No3:12

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   [Intro] Oh No, No, Oh No, No Oh No, No, Oh No, No, Oh No, No I play the bullshit from the backseat champ Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back Feet back stay from where the fake be at Niggas snitch for the shine where the patience at Nigga make his own brother face his back Give love and take it back Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats Face the facts you can't change him can't shoot it if you can't aim it Can't miss him if he kill you then you can't blame him That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade him Get too deep up in that water and they can't save ya Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing And watch my step on a wet pavement Yea I'm from the hood so I rep 'em where I can't take em Holly Grove Holly Grove was his last statement So nigga get that look off your face And recognize you got a crook in the place They call me W-E-E crooked letter Y I'm so high I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch Leave you bloody with the cops to match Bullet holes in ya speakers from the chopper blast Like... Ha ha That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hopping back It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this The clip sink down to the dick That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me When I hit every piece of ya visible body he leakin' Mortimer is no longer leapin' he sleepin' While you pussy niggas is sleeping he thinking Deep in thought the boy ain't even winkin' Bob Marley got me stinking Stacking figures I'm standing firm life's a slinky Pipes is filled with crack cocaine And the dope go inside of the veins from where I came Though I bear a name only one call live with Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it I'm sicker with it Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill What you know about a bongo having her mind go Over a convo about dough Nothing! Man the four wheelers look so good on the sand Tee or tanktop pocket fan No pocket knife, no handgun in sight Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat BOOM! Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price Cause to each its own and the lights is bright And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight I'm from Cita house big momma's house She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out And he ain't getting up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot Hold up the beat might drop [Outro] Oh No, No, Oh No, No
10. Grown Man4:06

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    Dawg you gotta feel me on this one What it be like dawg, I'm on some some adope grown up type shit Look who I be around nigga, look who I been around nigga Geezy, Juve and Turk, be and Slim dawg pay attention dawg [Verse 1] Age is nothin but some digits nigga trust me on this Cas I think I speak for every one when I say life is a bitch I ride D L into the see L Gun right in my grip I slip a clip in every rip , cas hatas likely to trip Come home to my future wife and every night she'll flip She end up catchin rights to her lips behind diapers and shit But I like when we split drink henney without ice when I'm pissed Go to the club and start a fight thinkin I'm Tyson and shit But I'm a man so I'm here to handle my situtions correctly And i noI might be dumb but niggas gone definantly respect me But in the mean partner I'm fightin gun charges in court And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start Its like i'm livin happy now except for the fact my daughter sayin I love you daddy now And that kinda juice me up and I smoke about 3 blunts and puff a cooler bust me up And say a prayer for everyday just so I get through the stuff but I be like (Chorus) - 2x Ahhhh man, it's complicated doin everythang on your own man being responsible for everybody and yo own man and when you feel like everythang is goin wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a GROWN MAN [Verse 2] I try to keep my head up, but I die to keep my bread up And usually I'm fed up thinkin everythang's a set up But I get up this stick out my chest and clutch on my nuts And i get hit up with all kinda stress And put up wit the stuff trust me it's tough But I mantain to climb through it all And I still manage to be Lil Wayne therefore I shine and I ball And dawg I live for today and hope and pray that there's a tomorrow And I borrow confidence from out my heart when thangs get awfall And I'm walkin on the edge stuck without a solution and someway I still pick it out and shuffle to conclusion And I don't need nobody so keep yo advice and jus dom it Cas ya'll cats don't really no me ya'll jus no bout me So if my dawgs be on my side they keep me combile with spirit And plus I know my fathers watchin and my mother's the dearest And I ain't neva said they don't appreciate what I do But jus know if I wasn't a man I wouldn't make it through (Chorus) - 2x [Verse 3] Who would have known that this was somthin that didn't turn out so hectic But I chose my own life so I gradually accept it I'm influenced and effected by the way it became And I don't play with them at all so I don't say its a game And even though I grew up hard and I have gracefully change I'm always street so I'll forever be facin a change And I'll keep this thang brutained on the waist of my pants And I demand respect from all if not then I'm waisten a man And if I want it then I get and if I need it I have it Take care of my family first plus the liquor and weed is a habit And I'm so often I'm congratulated for the succeced at last But when they turn they back I just have Jesus leadin my path And I didn't ask for you to like me I don't care if you hate me But don't mistake me no otha man can neva make me or break me Now you faithfully inspired by the hood tell I'm gone And I dawg I do believe I'm grown so I'll be good on my own but I be like (Chorus) fading.......Believe Dat
11. On Tha Block #2 (Skit)0:26
12. Hit Em Up4:07

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    I tried to talk to him Quit talkin', I'm a hang ya by your tongue, yea Any motormouth could get hung high We don't fuck wit' niggas like fungi We don't even hear ya Hollerin' bullshit nigga quit the diarrhea Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess Playa fuck around wit' the homeless, charmless You can leave out here armless, no homies Honest, you niggas is harmless I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be) Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him Don't get close to him Shootouts and nothin' but rock n roll to him Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood 'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook It ain't nothin' it don't make it if you no good I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to [Chorus] Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was try'na be calm But, uh, that chopper rocked, put his head in his arms And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose He had too much talk, not enough proof I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em but I hit 'em up I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Y'all take them shoes off your teeth Stop runnin' your mouth No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth I'll come to your house, me and my goons Loadin' up bangers, ridin' under the moon Throwin' up fingers sayin' "My side rule" If a nigga disagree, that's when my side prove That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed fool And I'm "in it like Bennett" hoe, aren't I cool But if that thermostat switch and that needle move Then the attitude switch and the heat'll move I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool Meet a disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe Swallow the truth, belch reality How does it taste, powder your face, you a bitch nigga All pussy, stop cummin' out your lips nigga I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to [Chorus] Real talk boy, chill wit' the talk boy That Tommy Gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boy Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy Start with the wrong boy, it end wit' a song boy Wit' your friends, to carry you alone To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone Fuck discussion, I ain't in to it boy I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy Big Uzi, tissue the boy I'm inside lookin' out, you just an intruder boy You need sutures on your smooches boy But, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to [Chorus]
13. Carter II2:24

    Letra

    So you made it, this far, We upstairs, I let you up here You special, Marley, don't shoot You know what this is? Still The Carter 2 people Still The Carter 2 people Yeah, you still in the carter 2 people Hey yeah, All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems I'll address them like P.O. Boxes Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit We so out of it, zero tolerance Gangster gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it I'm wealthy, still fuckin' with that block shit Wet your ass up, head to feet till your sock a drip Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass I hear 'em but they talking under mass Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass That's Cash Money, honey pie We ain't runnin', we don't hide screamin' fuck the other side Don't get caught on it, this the dailiest grind I'll put your heart on it and walk on it The chalks only for the art homie How they trace ya after I erase ya Look around, we at war and you still in preparation I'm riding for them reparations, no patience Slow paper is better than no paper Fast money don't last too long, you gotta pace it You gotta know that paper If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper Gotta know that photo-fobia, no Kodak moments Feds walls with my pictures on 'em Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook I don't do too much posin', got a cool killer look Career crook, get your career took I'm back like a brassiere hook Bitch cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer Around here and this here is The Carter Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em On the head at the bottom You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em And I ain't gotta get 'em cause I already got 'em Get 'em
14. Hustler Musik5:04

    Letra

    Hit me, right in the sternum this time t baby You already know, you already know, you already know This that hustler musik young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler musik So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all Goddamn, next they hit a nigga in his head with this one I'm a paint the city red wit this one I'm a head wit' this one See you fuckin' wit' the boys who tote toys way before Christmas. No assistance just that persistence with. That commitment if, I don't get it somebody gone die tonight I know my vibe is tight, And I deserve the thrown, and if the kid ain't right, Then let me die in this song, see I'll be ridin' (just) Ridin' alone wit' my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kiddin' How the hell you ain't here to see ya prince do his thing Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king She'll be, so I be who I be that's me That's Weezy F. Baby and Please say the motherfuckin' So I be who I be, that's me that's Weezy F. Baby and please say the motherfuckin' [Chorus] Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do For me and you and we eatin' So bitch why the fuck is you trippin'. I'm takin' these chances my head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge, no I won't budge no, na Money is the motivation Facin' the avenue, back touchin' the wall Got the weed, got the gun gotta run when I hear that bird call, dang Hop in that thang and merk off, swerve off You know me, they call me "Birdman Junior" Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it Phantom of the opera all black gwop tent, locked in I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in Bulletproof, leave a nigga wit' a bullet roof Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy they call 'em bullet tooth I'm like what it do, what it do There's a full court pressure I'm just going for the two, if I'm open for the three I'm a take it in a second, even if there's one second and I'm a make it, it's nothin' I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothin'. I take it for what it is worth to the turf motherfucker (yea) [Chorus] I ain't never killed nobody I promise, I promise if you try me He gone have to rewind this track and make me go back That thing will go blat, that boy will lay flat so flat That act is what I perform amongst you haters Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbatin' Black Peter Pan flies 'til I die, what you sayin' Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu, what I stay in Got me feelin' like Scarface like the Koheba Streets reply I look right in a four seater You know I be out here ridin' a four seater Top floor of the four seasons, four of them whores And they all know how to cook it up and look I got some But only one know how the bag, bitch bundle up See its a cold world so homey bundle up We ain't on this grind for nothin', so get ya hustle up. [Chorus: x2] Man, man this be that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik, yo So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo I'm asking y'all please please Young Weezy got that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo, vibe to it yo Its real shit man, its real talk man, its how do it How did it, how done it Its real shit man, its real talk boy, its how do it How did it, how done it, I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin' This the way it go I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', this the way it is Better guard your kids, guard your face Guard your body we warn the place, we here Fuck bitches its young money nigga
15. Receipt3:48

    Letra

    [Intro] It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away [Verse One] Young boy, I know you love me like you never loved You know you couldnt find a better thug And uh, you been peepin me since I was younger So young that you even called me your little brother But I'm all grown up now I got my own money I'm married and divorced and my daughter is a woman And guess what? my daughter want another Sister or a brother and you lookin like a mother I took you from a clubber to a lover And you took another bitch husband The other bitch wasnt doin shit for him She say she did too much, I say she did nothin She need to quit frontin I havent hid nothin and you love everything Cant hide ya feelings, can't let my pride conceal it You got Wayne, I charge it to the game And baby you can keep the change, but... [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need (It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away) - [2X] [Verse Two] Destiny Child CD, song number three She cater to me till we fall asleep Then we wake up and we pick up where we started Then she make a nigga breakfast sprite, orange juice, and water And she on stage waitin for me after my show So no time for groupies, straight to the top flo' Fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel Then after an hour, she gon need another shower I'm at home or in the coupe or in the office Or the streets or in the booth, thinkin bout you And, most of the girls that come by are cute And they try to holla but they all on mute And, my old girls turn they face up at me And, they thrown they purses and they make up at me Cuz you got Wayne, I charge it to the game And baby you can keep the change but... [Chorus - 2X] [Verse 3] Come home smellin food on the stove She done cleaned the whole house Washed the dishes and the clothes And we out we do it just how we supposed Look good for the public leave the drama in the Rolls Royce, choice of car dat we move And she gets high sometimes 'cause I'm always doin' it You hear them hallways we always doin it Work cut, always feel like the first one Perfect, when a nigga stressed off dat work shit Take away all the pain, make it lesser than dirt That's why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game And baby you can keep the change but... [Chorus 2X] [Outro] It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face So I do it over snares and bass Music take her away
16. Shooter4:35

    Letra

    [Lil Wayne:] Yea, yea, yea Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot Rappin' fire, what you know about it I brought my homie along for the ride He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel [Robin Thicke:] I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor" Then even louder we got shooters, shooter I turn around, I was starin' at chrome Shotgun watches door, got security good Jumped right over counter Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter My hands up, my hands up They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter [x2] [Lil Wayne:] (I think they want me to surrender, but no, I can't do it) [x2] [Lil Wayne:] So many doubt 'cause I come from the South But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake I'ma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow [Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne:] With all these riches and, all these riches But ain't no loaners around They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter Put my hands up They want me with my hands up They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter But I'm not I just cry mama, I think they, hey Me think they want me to surrender (shooter) [Lil Wayne:] And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being patient Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers It's outrageous, you don't know how sick you make us I want to throw up like chips in Vegas But this is Southern face it If we too simple then y'all don't get the basics [Robin Thicke:] Lady walks into a shotgun surprise Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes He said "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon regret it I'm your, shooter My hands up, my hands up They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter [x2] [Lil Wayne:] (Me won't surrender, me no pretender) [Lil Wayne:] Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin' forward Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw Way past par, for, I'm some shit you never saw I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw And then they ask who when where how And, my reply was simply pow! Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) [x2] No, me won't surrender, no, no I promise no surrender I got my burner And I'm your shooter
17. Weezy Baby4:19

    Letra

    Yeah... ma gurl get in at 1:15 am The guitar's crying right now Just a couple things going on in my life, you know [Verse 1] Brim leaning, cup tilted, blunt flicking Get money, fuck bitches Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know bout it So bout it...like Master P... but no coward No I am no Howard the duck duck Lead showers, black flowers Black dresses, two hours, closed casket Ma dough tactics is so crafty No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster Like... oh Nancy the flow's plastic, automatic, I'm More drastic, ain't no names compared to me Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me Ya not there to me, I ain't fucking wit you bitch niggaz I'm fucking ya sis nigga, it's Weezy [Hook - Nikki] If you gon' call him Weezy Then you must say the baby If you don't say the baby Then just don't say it at all [Verse 2] I'm... slick as an old mac, I'm... sick as a prozac And... the Carter 1 was the... dick for you hoes trapped And... this is Tha Carter 2 and... this is the bozack Digging you hoes back, quick if I blow back Got it... gone Rabbit Fast ma daddy's Rabbit at home What up pa (what up), what up Pac (what up), what up Pun (what up) What up Big (what up), what up Solja As the streets get colder I get chillier What up Left Eye (what up), what up Aaliyah (what up) Teck 9 close by touch 'em up I shoot niggaz in the mouth boy pucker up Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the fuck Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from I chew 'em up like bubble gum... yum yum Young Weezy so troublesome, what what [Hook - Nikki] If you gon' call him Weezy Then you must say the baby If you don't say the baby Then just don't say it at all [Verse 3] I ain't talking fast you just listening too slow I'm... getting them Benjamins Can serve like the Wimbledon If I'm in any predicament, nervous never that Got a gat to knock whoever back back, very flat Chest... caved in, mess on the pavement Splat... cherry wax, rrraaahhh... bury that Rats... scary cat, rrraaattt carry that Hollygrove trigga man guns in a knapsack Area code five zero four, I ain't Nino fucking Brown And... this is Tha Carter ho, this is a quarter stick This in ya garter ho, leave out the back and go straight to the corner store Return with the cake, come wit all ma dough And if not they find you in a lake in the morning ho Weezy Baby please say the baby If not, don't ya motherfucking say it at all, bitch [Hook - Nikki] If you gon' call him Weezy Then you must say the baby If you don't say the baby Then just don't say it at all
18. On Tha Block #3 (Skit)0:14
19. I´m A Dboy4:00
20. Feel Me3:49

    Letra

    So "Little Wayne," whats your motivation? Is that really a question? Do you really have that written down in your notepad? You should be ashamed of yourself You smell me girl I smell like money See, that's what they don't understand (Tell 'em a god damn thing) To me it was always get money or die I come up under Birdman the number one stunner You know what I mean I'm stunner junior that's all I know that's all I ever knew Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying And I feel that way For real So hard I go I keep pushing The game so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy I got chips from trying to get the whole cookie Used to make a thousand dollars every time I played hookie Dwayne Carter absent keep looking I'm present on the block I'm a legend on the block Ice so bright like heaven on the watch Yea nigga I done dropped one eleven on the watch So watch and see what I do Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing They got the shivers man I got the fever I got to bring the hood back after Katrina Weezy F. Baby now the F is for Fema Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia Yea no cure no help So me so good so hard so felt Feel me And that's just my point right there That's what I'm always trying to stress know what I'm saying If you don't understand me if you don't feel me then you ain't real In my eyes, and that's all that count to me, you know? So, is your music considered the voice of urban America Or America period? I mean, I would say the voice of the hood, cause that's who I speak for And myself, you know what I mean, my family that's who I represent My homies, my girl, my life you know C'mon, bang this shit nigga pump my shit You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit Like motherfuck them niggas what they wan-do I'm ready Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo Fucking with the boy baby that's a gamble If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap table I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable Like nobody make a sound where the paper where the paper Gotta get it gotta have it Once I got it I'm a spend it Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it The re-ups be like birthday parties No room to park the cars in the garages So outside the cribs all you see is arragis If I ain't say it right fuck it I ain't foreign Feel me And see That's where everybody get me wrong at You know what I mean I got that heat rock, for real Why do you think other rappers Lack the impact of your music? That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me You know what I mean They ain't spitting like me They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds I got the flu over here man, for real I need relief, y'all help me I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real And based on the bank, I'm doing much better than a lot of these niggas I'm tired of these niggas Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner I'm cocking back and passing They catch 'em in they sternum Ooh ooh that gone probably burn ya That gone probably learn ya To never ever ever, ever ever ever come around here no more Rich gangsters over here you gotta die with the broke bitch I'm the God I should ride with the Pope But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe yeah Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove Tell 'em bout my last show Tell 'em bout my last hoe You know, just born to mack Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah I'm in my prime niggas falling back That's right I'm coming baby yeah hard as crack Feel me And that's just what it is nigga If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit man straight up That's how I was taught that's how I was brought up And that's how I'm a go down man, for real Cash-Money Young-Money in your motherfucking throat bitch Swallow slow Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song Bitch
21. Get Over4:43

    Letra

    Yea, real rap, real rap for ya, yeah Lighters up, lets get 'em [Chorus] Though, though I'm missing you I'll find a way to get through I know living without ya is impossible (yea) Gone I know you goin' live on (cry momma, ya momma) Cause you were my brother (my sister) and I love ya, and I miss ya Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor Standing on stage in front of thousands Don't amount to me not having my father That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em And I'm without 'em, but that's life y'all Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard I'm alright God, shit I'm still breathing But lose hurt like bullets, I'm about to start bleeding Throw me down some comfort, cause my heart need it Trying to cope wit' my chances a needle There's a dark road ahead, but I'm trying to take it easy Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga [Chorus] (I miss my dog I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just trying to get over) And now we, Smoke kush all day and pop painkillers Fuck who don't understand it, this what the game did us This what the streets showed us This how the block made us, The same block where they laid 'em I pray every time I cross the spot on the pavement, save me Lord will I be next for the taking? Take me I know I'm living like I know when I'm coming But I'm just living cause I know that it's coming And the end is coming, but I ain't running I and hiding and ducking, I'm in the middle of a war, I'm alive and love it I'm just speaking from the heart of the dieing public We still beating, we goin' rise above it Though it seem like they cheatin' and we loosing We survive if nothing, they could never take the stride from struggling I gotta ride And sometimes that ride get bloody But I just think about my buddy and go after that money, but uh Oh, we gotta get over, we gotta get over, we gotta get over It's almost over, and we gon' be alright (I gotta get over, I gotta get over, cause bitch I'm a soldier) Straight Patron out the bottle to the head now We getting red now, bitch my nigga dead now And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now I should of said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds Now I gotta walk around, brim down Just trying to find my way to the next day, escape Ya birthday could be ya death date So I'm living like it was just yesterday, let's pray Ten fingers together, can't bring 'em together It's murder murder, I don't think it get better So be a competitor or get out the weather Me? I got a umbrella and a Beretta I'm just trying to make sure my daughter future progressing And behind that, I'm shooting excessive, trust me The beautiful dead, we living wit the ugly I just tell my pops wait for me, I'm coming Though, though I'm missing you I'll find a way to get through I know living without ya is impossible (yea) Gone I know you goin' live on (cry momma, ya momma) Cause you were my brother (my sister) and I love ya, and I miss ya (I miss my dog I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over) Though, though I'm missing you I'll find a way to get through I know living without ya is impossible (yea) Gone I know you goin' live on (cry momma, ya momma) Cause you were my brother (my sister) and I love ya, and I miss ya (I miss my dog I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over Can't stay sober, I'm just trying to get over) They ask me why I wear shades at nighttime, Cause I don't wanna see nothing! Yea, Like I said, Life ain't nothing but a long extended road, keep driving I done passed up plenty people up on the side of road, No help, keep going Yea, lost a lot of passengers on the ride, kept going yep, Who knows when I'll run outta gas. Yea.
22. Fly Out2:25

    Letra

    We here I said we here The back of Tha Carter The back of Tha Carter, two, oh Yea, this here is, the end of Tha Carter Two people Hey! Yea I got the game on ball and chain I threw the key in the drain I'm like the key in the drought I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless Seeing through you niggas like a fucking psychic Hearing through the grapevine, niggas wanna hate mine Say my name and die in the daytime You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times That Tec-eleven, A-K forty seven, one Beretta, ready for whatever Tell them pussy niggas come together Happy better nigga, nigga super soaker wetter nigga Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal nigga I'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga Thirty years old, shit that'll be a giving nigga Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listening But she ain't really trippin', 'cause the pots is pissed in Them niggas tripping, until the shots whistling' Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention I gotta bitch, and quit calling women bitches As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen No preventing the grind, I gotta get it I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quitting There you go shitting on a way a nigga thanking Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin This is the future ain't promised to no one I live everyday like this is the sure one Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean Stand in the heat, 'til the mother fucking snow come And it feels so fucking good Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches Running cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune Come and get it, automatics in motion We banging for the bread nigga, even the molded I got my loaf, I got my toast Chaperon of the south, I got my coast, yea And until I die I'm the, the, the, the, the best rapper alive