"High Beamin"
Niggas be hatin
'Cause BG got it
Every top of the line car they got
Look I ride it
>From the Hummer to the Rover
To the drop jag
B and C lex truck
Nothin' my click ain't had
Everybody head was fucked
When they heard bout the deal
Cash Money hotboys climbed for 30-mill
Already was straight now we livin larger
Already was ballin now we ballin harder
??? bitches can't take me
Cause my wrist stay flossed out
Niggas hate me cause all day i'm flossed out
Ghetto made me
My dog, Baby, saved me
Niggas find out they hoe got fucked, ??
That's how it go
It ain't my fault I got mega cheese
Walk that walk
Talk that talk i'm BG
Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on
Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On
[Chorus 3x]
Me and my click be sizzlin hot steamin
Bouncin' through diamonds high beamin'
[Wayne]
Wha
I'ma flosser baby, baller baby
A fifteen year old shot caller baby
And I'm racin through
In the all black chrome
A Mercedes Coupe
Got yo' wife at my house
And she naked too
And all my niggas all around
Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead to what you do'
It's Weezy dog and off the heezy dog
And I'm surrounded by the ice
It got me freezin' dog
And it's plain and simple
Won't change 'cause it's natural
Lil' Wayne a pimp y'all
Got the game from Beatris
I'm tryin to see six numbers
Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers
Leave the Grammy awards with six womens
And make a stop at the gas station for six rubbers
Put it together
This is the life when you get full of the cheddar
Don't try to end it or you would'nt get better, what
[Chorus 4x]
[Wayne]
La, la, la, la
Here I come star rapper
I get the fast money
Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money
Standin out the roof of my car
And flash hundreds
Take your girl to the mall
Spend a G like that's nothin
She lay on the floor
Open up the spot
Take off her draws
Let me see the cunt
Don't stop Lil' Weezy
We's ain't nothin nice
But gats in my Jesus Christ
Nothin but ice
When they see me at night
Behind ?? I stay high
Snatch yo' wife
Run up in her with the K-Y
But it's on man
Ever since I was born Wayne
Nigga get out of line
I get dirty like John Wayne
I'm bout stuntin', flossin'
Whatever come wit it
And I don't shoot guns
Unless they have a drum wit it
At first they wasn't wit it
Thought that I was jokin
Now I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it
[Chorus]
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"Come On"
[Verse 1:]
where my niggaz at, it's play it raw time baby
load up the guns guerilla war time baby
light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg
choppers with drums, ozzee's, and glock time dawg
whoever he with, they better stay cause they to nice
and whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it right
then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out
then we empty the clip and let the Lord sort em out
bust it really, it ain't no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville
and now i'm tieing on my bandanna and i'm cocking back
jump out the Hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap
dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums
hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma
cause i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain
tell em'
[Chorus:]
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
[Verse 2: (B.G.)]
If drama come to me then it come
for that i got two glocks and a k with a drum
that's what i ride with not what i got got ducked off
the mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off
i got the tillery when beef kick
i got soldiers ready to march when that beef start
i got niggaz be in that zone on that herion
i got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real
i got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field
so get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled
oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death
you lose and can't continue if you get dome checked
you get blues it's all what duck gonna be next
come in that water and get wet
think you can fuck with me, you thoughts will get upset
i don't shot to hit i shot to kill
believe me i don't shoot for fun when i shoot it's for real
Come on nigga!
[Chorus:]
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
[Verse 3:]
Give me the guns, i'm ready to bust one nigga
my nuts hung nigga, since i was young nigga
i get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga
i sip some nigga, and i flip some nigga
A uptown stunter, what the hell you think
ready for war, BUT I AIN"T NO CAPTAIN OF NO GOT DAMN TANK!
and you can take that to vegillity boy
i'm burning up, i'm on fire is you smelling boy
cause i be coming with the top down
letting them know how the chop sound
100 rounds tore the whole entire block down
assault rifle with a drum and beam totter
38 with a speed loader in my holster
Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder
but if i pop my trunk i'm might just set off a damn explosure
i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain
tell em'
[Chorus x2]
You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here i come nigga! [x2]
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"Drop it Like it's Hot"
[Lil Wayne]
Drop, drop, drop, what what what
After you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
After you back it up and stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
hehe, listen
[Verse 1- Lil wayne]
You know me girl
I'm a cash money millionaire look at my Rolie (Rolex) girl
Drop to your knees top ya hair, ah ah slow me girl
Now hit it strong, won't be long, now catch it slowly girl
No he didn't say that, yes I did girl
I don't use rubbers, and I don't plan no kids girl
I don't want your number, I want your trouble, in ya skins girl
Then after that, you can get it how you live girl
That's on the real girl, I'm a pimp girl
Get it twisted, I'll slam you like Shawn Kemp girl
I know my neck get it hot like a lighter girl
I just slap you a couple of times, never fight it girl
That's cause I likes it girl
And let me tell you somethin girl, I am a player girl
So don't you try to play me cause I never save a girl
Do me a favor girl, and wet the spot girl
And after you back it up, drop it like its hot girl
[Chorus - Lil wayne]
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
[Verse 2-B.G.]
First time need you to bend both knees
Wobble that ass right, then pop that pussy
The left one time, the right two times (whoa)
Show a nigga somethin, put it on a nigga mind, come on, come on
Nice workin, bitch
Ain't no need to hold it in, what you workin with
You want a Hot boy, hear me, work it bitch
Then break a nigga off, let me hurt you bitch, let me hurt you bitch
I'm on fire yea
I'm nasty and I'ma make you holler yea
Girl think I'm playin, I'ma freak ya down
I'ma show you how we do it on ?VL? Uptown, I'm wanna hear you make the move
Ooo B.g sounds, I wanna hear you say aw boy you laid that down
Aw you laid that down
I'm hot yea, people say I'm off the block
But I won't stop till you drop it likes its hot
[Chorus-Lil Wayne]
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, make em' it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
I'm a rider boy, the hottest boy, respect me
Cause I'm on fire boy, on fire boy
Got them trees, holler boy, holler boy
Bout my cheese, them dollars boy, dollars boy
I'm a seventeen survivor boy, with choppers boy
I got guns that go BLOCK A boy, BLOCK A boy
Ya'll runnin with a monster boy, reason Wayne callin yall
And I'm a mobster boy, hit it right I get my ball on like soccer boy
I keep it right I ain't gon thaw it off I'm a Tymer Boy
Go up in flames blockburner thats my motto boy
It ain't a game, I cock that cause I'm inside a boy
I'm a pimp, got a wife that'll holler boy
Catch her at the house steppin out the shower boy
(shhhhhhhh) hehehehehe, got a lotta boys
Claim to be soldiers but lies boy
And if I catch em I'ma bat em and make em retire boy
[Mannie Fresh]
But a hump in your back and bend your rump
Hey sexy little mama we can do the hump
And you can hurt me hurt me, sex me sex me (what)
[Lil Wayne]
And after he finished, next me next me
[Mannie Fresh]
Work it jerk it pull it hold it grab it (whoa)
I need it eat it beat it, silly rabbit (ooo)
Ha, I stuffed you in the ass (ooo)
Got this thang up in ya like a snake in the grass (sss)
I know you wish you could go home (go home)
To a nigga with a dick like a python (python)
Stank bitch ya like a off the hook telephone (telephone)
Got ya walkin round with nothin but a fuckin thong (wha?!)
Take the switch out on these freaks because cause i'm so wrong
[Lil wayne]
So wrong, so wrong, so wrong
Drop (wha) so wrong, listen, listen, listen
[Chorus-Lil wayne]
Now after you back it up then stop
Then what, what, wha drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
Then what, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
We make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
[Lil wayne]
Tell em' after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
We tell em' after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
We make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
[Lil wayne]
They go wobblety wobblety, wa a wobblety wobblety
Wa a wobblety wobblety, drop drop it like its hot
Make em wobblety wobblety, wa a wobblety wobblety
Wa a wobblety wobblety, wa a drop drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
Wha wha wha, drop it like its hot
They gotta wobblety wobblety wa a wobblety wobblety
Wa a wobblety wobblety, drop drop it like it's hot
Tell em after you back it up then stop
Then wha, wha, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em after you back it up then stop
Then wha, wha, wha, drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot drop drop it like its hot
Drop em like it's hot, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot drop drop it like its hot
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"Enemy Turf"
[Juvenile]
Ah hmmm hmmmm
Hmmmm Hmmm
[Verse 1 (Juvenile)]
When I say I don't give a fuck
I mean that yeah
?? brains is getting bust
I didn't say that yeah
If a shipment was comin in
I need a ?? wodie
I need a sixty-forty nigga
And no chargin' that wodie
You done heard about Michael Jackson
And shiggidy shit
But you ain't never heard about me
When i'm flissin a bitch
Niggas shoulders gettin knocked
Clean off of they head
See that red dot comin from
Me and my girlfriend
Cause I wants mine
I needs mine
And i'm about to get mine
At these times
Look lil' daddy
You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas
You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya
Look, I make a phone call to the big dog
Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all
Even though a nigga rich and i rock ice
I still bust a nigga head on the block aright
[Chorus 2x (Juvenile & Lil' Wayne)]
[Juvenile]
It's enemy turf that i'm on
So i'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calicoe
My lil' brother Weezy
[Lil' Wayne]
My big brother Juvi
Four hit the blocks
Strapped up with the Uzis
[Verse 2 (Lil' Wayne)]
What, What, La
Gun for gun
Eye for eye
Better move yo' wife and son
'Cause i ride or die
Cashmoney Hot Boy
Bless me when i'm gone
But until then load up the chrome cause it's on
I been bout it
Put a ??????
I drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock and make 'em flip
And i be full of that trash
i be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast
Watch the bullets chop off the head
And make 'em fall in the grass
One move they all die
Lil' Weezy small frie
Guerilla when it's war time
Y'all better learn
When this nigga shoot it'll be all hell
Well then let 'em burn
????????????????
Seven churn and i be damn if i let 'em go
If i don't get my dough
Then hell will be all blowin'
'Till i R.I.P CMR i be
I put it down for all my peeps
Nigga, i'm HB for real
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
All i know is the streets
And how to strap up
When it's time shoot it
Cock yo' heaters
Tie up yo' bags
It's time to do it
Blaze the blunt
Shut off the lights
And cut down the music
Roll down the windows
Turn the corner
And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr
If ya don't know now
Then ya never will learn
You ca play with Lil' Wayne
And yo' block get burned
You must love to go swimmin
Cause tha water gets deeper
See i bust you wide open
And take 'ya daughter with me
Here come the beat boy
Shoot out the street lights
Time to bring on the heat boy
If you ain't really wit it
Then you better get back
I open yo' chest
And make it look just like a wet cat
This is a death trap
i'ma a guerilla and i mean it
leave ya' head still in a beanin'
?? on the semen
Calicoe steamin'
Red dot beamin'
Dressed up suspicious
Play with lil' Weezy you'll be ?? for the vicious
[Chorus 2x]
Enemy Turf
Time to strap up
What
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"Fuck The World"
Look, look, look
A young nigga screaming fuck the world and let 'em die
Behind tints, tryna' duck the world and smoking rie
Got my bandanna 'round my head and pants to my feet
And got my eyes fire red and glock on my seat
I'm tryna' stay under intoxication
'Cause I lost my father, and got a daughter, plus I'm on probation
I'm drinking liquor like it's water, getting pissy drunk
And staying away from them lil' broads that trying to give me some
I keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my wasteline
Ducking the law, 'cause I ain't tryna' do no FED time
Sometimes I just wish I could be away
But I gotta take care of Reginae and keep macita straight
So I just maintain the struggle and I keep trying
But how can I when my closest people keep dyin'
I ain't lying that the law tryna' bust my clique
But I scream fuck the world man, I'm too young for this
[Hook 2x]
Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man, fuck the world
I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real
And I'm still doing for my mother and I'm payin' bills
Give me a cigarette, my nerves bad
The FEDs said they heard that I know where them birds at
And my old lady say she saw me with anotha Brizzah
And some a the boys shot up my block so now I gotta kill 'em
And teachers keep tellin' my momma that I'm gettin' worse
And now she tripping talking 'bout I need to be in church
And my lil' girl whole family tryna' lie in court
Tryna' put me, a child, on child support
And my own family deny me of what I do 'cause I'm a 'thug and stuff'
Plus, my niggas keep falling to them drugs and stuff
That dope got these niggas melting away
Man they got clowns right around me, killing they self everyday
We keep fighting but they so strong
I know it's hard but don't give up baby hold on
Just keep ya fate, count blessings, and wodie keep ya trust
And grab ya nuts and let 'em know that we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
[Hook]
I mean the world just ain't gon' never change
So I just keep my head up and my nuts, let 'em hang
Dawg I swear it's very rough out here for the youngstas
Like everybody against me 'cause I'm a young thug
Dear Rabbit, why they have to kill Rabbit?
But I'ma keep you alive, nigga, I'm Lil' Rabbit
That's why this lil' nigga be bugging like it's no tomorrow
I only can depend on macita and C-M-R
I try my best to make it through the night and live today
But I'm upset so I'm steady wipin' tears away
And police got me under surveillance when and wherever
Wrecking they brains, tryna' figure where I'm getting that cheddar
I tell my family just leave me a-damn-lone
I can handle all a my business, this lil' man grown
But I try to forget about it and just stand strong
But if everything was cool I wouldn't write this damn song
Fuck the world
[Hook 3x]
album: "Lights Out" (2000)
"On the Grind"
[Lil Wayne]
Whaaat
You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones
or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour
And most of our customers come up to us daily
Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby
What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings
and z's to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens
You need to see Wheez - anything you like and I have 'em
From crack to Viagra, and Vicadins valiums
I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av
So get all your money together, come and get my slabs
I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half
And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav'
And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid
For the white people, when I get you bricks for ten, I know the right people
And I keep a nine on my waistline
And I'ma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm tryin' to grind
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
[Lil Wayne]
Nigga, y'all gon' respect Wheezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots
I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', "Stop!"
I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed
On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee
And if we beef, we don't beef long 'cause we gon' creep all night
So I hope you don't sleep all night - we on your street all night
Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get me shoes
'cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes
And the bricks move every followin' week
So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d
And I shower your streets until your av pass out
More bricks than the three of your pigs' last damn house
Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts
And issue work for half and just grab that south
For real, nigga - Wheezy Whee tryin' to shine
From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
[Lil Wayne]
I start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's
Take seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks
Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it
Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it
And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue
And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move
Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose
Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'ma tax a dude
Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma
Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour
I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss
Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss
Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun
All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run
I'm tryin' to get rich 'cause I wan' shine
You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time
[Hook-4x]
[Lil Wayne]
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
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"Hit U Up"
(feat. Hot Boys)
[Turk]
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks
Niggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them K's spark
Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggas
Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggas
How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain't fightin' no more - niggas bustin' your head
Sendin' you to your grave - it's do or die, cousin
Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks
Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga - you're outta luck
You're stuck like chuck - wodie, you're assed out
That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth
Get erased, my nigga (my nigga)
Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga)
No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga)
Fled the scene - so you have no case, my nigga- -case, my nigga
Look here: you can play if you wanna get down
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found
[Hook (B.G.)]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
[Juvenile]
I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my grave
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thuggin' - I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets."
I can't help - I draw attention; they be fuckin' with me
I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!"
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east
Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up
Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's
Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed
All they understand is my project English
And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis
[Hook-4x (B.G.)]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
[B.G.]
I run the streets 'cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark
You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain't no fear in my heart
I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
I'll even go K for K with ya - now make your choice
Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga
Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga
Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas
Momma upset - can't even go on and grievin', nigga
Nothin' change - I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas
Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas
And empty a hundred out that K
Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me
I've been in the game - niggas know what I'm 'bout
So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
If you wanna be another number, my nigga
Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga
[Hook (B.G.)]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
[Lil Wayne]
Hello, world
I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
Pop some in your dreadlocks - What? Me not no rookie, boy
Glock cookin', boy
I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'
Spark or lace somethin'
Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'
Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible
If I live to be old, it's a miracle
'cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical
That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
Don't blame me, society changed me
You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
Cut off lights, we masked riders
The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch
[Hook (B.G.)]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (Ooohh!)
(Did you see that?)
We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
(Did you see that?)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Boy, look,
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
[B.G. (talking)]
Nigga - we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'
And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
B.Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer
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album: "500 Degreez" (2002)
"Look At Me"
[Hook]
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Y'all dues money to ya
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Big thighs with brown-eyes
[Verse 1]
It's Lil Weezy for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood
I smoke real good
Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name
Birdman junior, huh
Fool was smile but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby
Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23
Rolling on hot 23's
Tote a big glock 23
You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop playing this is Weezy company
Uh-huh
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
Cuz I'm so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why
Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick
Looking for my roof where it went
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed
Windows are the tint more wood than a bench
Working in the hood more green than the Grinch
Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint
Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Sucking on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Some call me Weezy
But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne
In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace
Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays
Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze
So move over what you say shortie
We could do rent pussy
Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas
And beating went to the A
Eat with desert fey
But yeah I'm on my way
Cuz I know he got that hay
Hey little mami
You a ghetto fire tin
You come to my post on the island
Come on that chronic
He-he empty vodka bottles
I be high he be drunk that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclining
When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining
Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding
Cash Money what you hollering, huh
[Hook]
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"Look At Me"
[Hook]
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Y'all dues money to ya
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Big thighs with brown-eyes
[Verse 1]
It's Lil Weezy for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood
I smoke real good
Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name
Birdman junior, huh
Fool was smile but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby
Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23
Rolling on hot 23's
Tote a big glock 23
You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop playing this is Weezy company
Uh-huh
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
Cuz I'm so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why
Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick
Looking for my roof where it went
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed
Windows are the tint more wood than a bench
Working in the hood more green than the Grinch
Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint
Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Sucking on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Some call me Weezy
But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne
In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace
Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays
Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze
So move over what you say shortie
We could do rent pussy
Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas
And beating went to the A
Eat with desert fey
But yeah I'm on my way
Cuz I know he got that hay
Hey little mami
You a ghetto fire tin
You come to my post on the island
Come on that chronic
He-he empty vodka bottles
I be high he be drunk that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclining
When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining
Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding
Cash Money what you hollering, huh
[Hook]
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album: "Tha Carter" (2004)
"Walk In"
[Lil Wayne talking]
Yea yea yea its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
its the Carter motherfucker
let me show you my building man, its the Carter
I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, kno what I'm talkin bout
this is me fourth solo album baby, I came back around
by myself this time, back off the wall
guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
[Verse 1]
This is the Carter y'all welcome, hard as Malcolm
Dawg is a vulcan Lord help him but y'all felt him
That make you a part of me and pardony
If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughtta be
Dont worry Carter me I just actin accordingly
I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in me
Handlin streets in the mandarin V
I hear you haters slanderin me I just hand him the P
Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker and jus handle the piece
Not two fingers I simultaneously bout two bangers
You do not want angus USDA prime beef, ya dead meat
I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up
I'm already hot when another one startin to heat up
Got Mannie hot wit me cuz I always beat his beat up
Yall cats wit y'all feet up startin to look like feet up, I'm G'd up
On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up
In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin bout no speakers
Whats leakin up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby
No more no less Baby, so forth and so on
Front door livin room young nigga switchin we
What you need, get you crack get you weed
Make yo way to the back look ahead and see
White bitch in the bathroom givin head for speed
But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doin it
Daddy tried to ruin it
But I built this building from the ruts
I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker
And the feds know just whats up in this motherfucker
Made niggaz so they cant bust in this motherfucker
So with that lets keep it movin, on to the kitchen where my witches keep it brewin
Uh huh look at how my bitches do it
Bucky buck naked look at all my bitches booties
They handle all my pharmaceutics
I got it from promethazane to metamucil
I'm crucial don't mean to spook you
But this is New Orleans so my queens do voodoo, ya know
So the things just move through
I feel ya pain I got things to soothe you
That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
Dont hate the game hate the institution
That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
Dot hate the game hate the institution, fucka
[Lil Wayne talking]
I came back around, it's the Carter
show you the rest of the house later, we gon go upstairs, ya kno
Ya kno what this is right
Tha Carter..tha Carter...tha Carter
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"Go DJ"
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie
Fre Fresh Err Fresh
Fre Fresh Err Fresh
Fre Fresh Err Fresh
Fre Fresh Err Fresh
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, yea
Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard
[Lil Wayne talking]
Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want yall out there to do for me is say this
[Hook]
Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ
Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ
Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ
Say go DJ, cuz that's my cuz that's my
[Lil Wayne]
Murder one on one, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the tummy, busting a tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Ay its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
Cuz the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
That aint even a muthafuckin aim I get dough boy
And you already know that pimping
18 how I'm living young'n show that Bentley
Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit me
[Hook]
[Repeat X2]
[Lil Wayne]
And I move like the Coupe thru traffic
Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent
Ya bitch present wit the music blasting
And she keep asking how it shoot if its plastic
I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she sat back and cut the Carter back
up, oh fa sho
Ay Big Mike they betta step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You niggas never harming young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony bitch
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go
[Lil Wayne talking]
Hold on let me hit the blunt
So go, so go
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the Carter
[Hook X1]
[Lil Wayne]
Birdman put them niggas in a trash can
Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lighting another hash and riding in my jag
You will need a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hiding in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo ass
You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass
While the homie here tryna get paid in advance
I'm staying on my grizzy I'ma bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit me then I'm going find your mother
Niggas wanna eat cuz they ain't ate nothing
But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone, leaving out
Leaving behind just residue and bones
In your residents with Rugers to your dome
Like where the fuck you holding the coke, holding your throat, choke
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
This is the Carter
[Hook X1]
Go DJ, DJ, DJ
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album: "Tha Carter II" (2005)
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
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"Fly In"
[Lil Wayne talking]
So they ask me young boy what you gonna do the second time around
How you gon' come back I tried to told them
I come back like 32 I jump back like 33 (ugh)
Hit me it's nothing this is Tha Carter II people
This is Tha Carter II people (hey)
[Verse 1]
They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter
Of the dead's 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 sniffing I'm just pitching ya honor I ain't snitching ya honor
Hate bitch niggaz bitches with power
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet drop a 4 in the bubbles
I remember being young trying to hustle my dough
Trying to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Trying to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke
You ain't trying to see how far that black backlane go
No call me Pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue
Jewelry usually I'ma hooligan for the money
Yeah I'm eating 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 nothing
Look it's morning no yawning or nothing
I ain't sleep and I'm up trying to take a nigga lunch
You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want
I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
If you ever looking for me bitch I will be here
Cash Money is an army navy seal me here
Lot of niggaz ran from it but I'll still be here
No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental
Crack the phill' crack the roof and roll up the window
And my hood love me they tell me bring it home
Thats why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leaping at a dog a dog wit no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you rich niggas know Pa
I'm talking 'bout stunna
He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters
Sunshines on the king and sets on the prince
I met the birdman and I been shining ever since like that [echo]
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album: "Tha Carter III" (2008)
"3 Peat"
Yessir!
They can't stop me...even if they stopped me ha ha ha yea
I'm on it ooh I'm on it I'm so on it and how ever you want it
You can get it tonight hoe
And all night hoe I get the beat from
(Mistro)
A fucking right hoe
I might go crazy on these niggas I don't give a motherfuck
Run up in a nigga house and shoot his grandmother up what!
What I don't give a motherfuck get you baby kidnapped
And ya baby motherfuck
It's the Carter 3 bitch better put ya supper up
Hollygrove I throw it up like I'm tryna lose my gut
Fuck is up beat him up like a million uppercuts
Got a million duffeled up for the fuck of it
Shit get on my level you can't get on my level
You would need a spaceshuttle or a ladder that's forever
However I'm better if not now than never
Don't you ever fix ya lips unless you bout to suck my dick
Bitch swallow my words taste my thoughts
And if its too nasty spit it back at me
Two more inches I'd been in that casket
According to the doctor I could of died in traffic
Bounce right back on them bitches like Magic
Abra-cadabra I'm up like Viagra
I just do this shit for my click like Adam Sandler
I control hip-hop and I'm gonna keep it on my channel
Watch me!
Bitch watch me!
Bitch watch me!
But they cannot see me like Hitler
Its the New Orleans Nightmare
Money so old its growing white hair
Young Money baby
Yeah we right here
I'm gonna make sure we ball till we fall like tears
And mama don't cry
Ya son can handle his
I got her out the hood and put her in the hills
Yeah when I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough I got Miss. Cita in a better place
When I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough we did exactly what I say
I told my girl when you fuck me better fuck me good
Cause if another girl could she gonna fuck me good
No sittin at the table if you bringing nothing to it
And I get straight to it like its nothing to it
Yea I got game like Stuart...Scott
Fresh out the ESPN shop
And when sports center popping
Every thing stopping but you can't fool me I know what you watching
ME!
You watch me
You watch me
Cause I be
WEE-ZY must see t.v.
C3 nigga that's me
And I'm me I'm me
Times three so retreat or suffer defeat
I'm back 3 PEAT
C3
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"Mr. Carter"
(feat. Jay-Z)
[Intro - Lil Wayne]
I feel big, ya know what I mean
Like not, not big in the sense of weight
You know what I mean like gaining weight
Or, nothin' like that, like, COLOSSAL
Know what I mean like, uhhh (sigh)
I heard you were lookin' for me?
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hello
(Tell me where have you been?) Eheh, You know
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
They've been wondering why?) I know, eheh
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hey, Hello
(Tell me where have you been?) Shit, you know
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
They've been wondering why?) Hahaha
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Yeah
To you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say "Church!" I'm gonna need a suit
I'm gonna need a Coupe, I won't need a roof
Flyer then Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I got the flow, I'm tryna see the roof
Didn't wear a buttletproof, so I got shot and you can see the proof
Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do? But I'm gonna leave it to
God, not Beaver, neither you
Cause I'm gonna murder, "Y" kill "O" and even "U"
Man, I got Summer hatin' on me cause I'm hotter then the Sun
Got Spring hatin' on me cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hatin' on me cause I'm colder than you all
And I will never, I will never, I will never fall
I'm being hated by the seasons
So fuck you all who hatin' for no reason
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world and I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'! Hah!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'! Ha
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Yeah
I been in and out the bank bitch
While you all asshole niggas been on the same shit
I flush 'em, and watch 'em go down the drain quick
Two words you never hear "Wayne Quit!"
Cause Wayne win, and they lose
I call 'em April babies, cause they fools
And when they snooze, We up!
Feet up like a, Parap-liguck
Or, paraplegic? I parallel park
In that red and yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from Colli' Park, but I'm from Holleygrove
Now all my bloods scream "Zoowoo! and Dadda-do!"
I know my role, and I play it well
And I weigh it well, on my libra scale
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy leave it there
Long hair, I don't even care
[Chorus - Jay-Z]
Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'!
[Verse 3 - Jay-Z]
Shyea
I'm right here, in my chair
With my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share
Mic time with my heir
Young Carter, go farther
Go further, go harder
Is that not why we came?
And if not, then why bother?
Show no mercy in Murciélaga's
Far from being the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's been mentioned with the Martyrs
The Biggie's and the Pac's, and the Marley's and the Marcus'
Garvey, got me a Molotov cocktail
Flow, even if you box well, can't stop the blows
Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room
The Dopebwoyy just came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-
Pilot, where guys just, stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, that's right, plural
I took so much change from this Rap game it's your go
Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne]
It's my go, yeah
And I'm gonna go so opposite of soft
Off the Richter, heckter
The Macho Man Randy Savage, far from average
Above Satus-Quo
Flow, so, pro
I know, I ride slow and when I pass
They say "What's up killer man?" Stop bringing up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy Baby!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) Amen
(Tell me where have you been?) Yeah
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
They've been wondering why?) Haha
(Hey Mr. Carter) Amen
(Tell me where have you been?) Hova!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Weezy
They've been wondering why?) Baby!
(Choir - Fade to finish)
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hahaha
(Tell me where have you been?) I been hustlin'
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Hustlin' hard
They've been wondering why?) Chyeaa
[Outro - Lil Wayne]
And I swear to everything, when I leave this earth
It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in this dirt
And you can try me fucker, but when I squeeze it hurt
Ah, we'll lose two lives, yours and mine
Gimme any amount of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve
At the Funeral Parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve
Gimme any amount of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve...
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au Billboard pour le MC), précède un succès commercial à la hauteur de l'hyperactivité de Lil Wayne : Tha Carter III s'écoule à plus d'un million d'exemplaires la semaine de sa sortie (une première depuis The Massacre, 2005). À terme, l'album est certifié double-platine aux États-Unis. Le triomphe commercial du rappeur ne semble pas l'inciter à ralentir le rythme : Wayne prépare plusieurs projets avec Juelz Santana, The Game, Lloyd ou encore T-Pain. Annoncé un temps au sein du groupe des