Álbum Tha Carter II de Lil Wayne - Canciones
Tha Carter II
2005 |
Estilo(s) | Thug Rap
Sello | Cash Money Records
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Listado de canciones del álbum Tha Carter II
- Tha MobbVer letra 5:21
Composición: Sean Thomas (3)[X]Yeah... hard body (hard body)letra de Tha Mobb
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 - Fly InVer letra 2:23
[X]So they ask meletra de Fly In
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) - Money On My MindVer letra 4:32
Composición: Johnny Mollings, Lenny Mollings[X]Yeahletra de Money On My Mind
[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] - FiremanVer letra 4:24
[X]I'm the Firemanletra de 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 - Mo FireVer letra 3:24
Composición: Ronald Ferebee Jr.Músicos invitados: Jose Rodriguez (7) (Engineer [Assistant])[X][Chorus]letra de Mo Fire
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, .... - On Tha Block #1 (Skit) 0:39
- Best Rapper AliveVer letra 4:55
Composición: Derrick BakerMúsicos invitados: Big D. (Instruments [All]), Lil Hollywood (Recorded By), DJ Khaled (Scratches)[X]Fuck with me?letra de Best Rapper Alive
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) - Lock And LoadVer letra 4:47
Composición: D. WilliamsFeaturing: Kurupt[X][Lil' Wayne Intro]letra de Lock And Load
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 - Oh NoVer letra 3:12
Composición: Matlock (6), Ronald Ferebee Jr.[X][Intro]letra de Oh No
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 - Grown ManVer letra 4:06
Composición: Curren$yFeaturing: Curren$y[X]Dawg you gotta feel me on this oneletra de Grown Man
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 - On Tha Block #2 (Skit) 0:26
- Hit Em UpVer letra 4:07
[X]I tried to talk to himletra de Hit Em Up
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] - Carter IIVer letra 2:24
[X]So you made it, this far,letra de Carter II
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 - Hustler MusikVer letra 5:04
Músicos invitados: April DeVona (Engineer [Assistant])[X]Hit me, right in the sternum this time t babyletra de Hustler Musik
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 - ReceiptVer letra 3:48
Composición: Gregory Green, Sean Thomas (3)Músicos invitados: Javier Valverde (Recorded By)[X][Intro]letra de Receipt
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 - ShooterVer letra 4:35
Composición: Bobby B. Keyes, James Gass, R.Daniels, Robin Thicke[X][Lil Wayne:]letra de Shooter
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 - Weezy BabyVer letra 4:19
Composición: DeezleFeaturing: Nikki (2)[X]Yeah... ma gurl get in at 1:15 amletra de Weezy Baby
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 - On Tha Block #3 (Skit) 0:14
- I´m A Dboy 4:00
Composición: Bryan Williams (2)Featuring: Birdman (2) - Feel MeVer letra 3:49
[X]So "Little Wayne," whats your motivation?letra de Feel Me
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 - Get OverVer letra 4:43
Composición: Andre Lyon, Marcello ValenzanoFeaturing: Nikki (2)Músicos invitados: David Karmiol (Bass Guitar), Danielle Premone (Engineer [Assistant]), Cool & Dre (Instruments [All Other])[X]Yea, real rap, real rap for ya, yeahletra de Get Over
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. - Fly OutVer letra 2:25
Músicos invitados: Danielle Premone (Engineer [Assistant])[X]We hereletra de Fly Out
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