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LIL WAYNE [2010] - I Don't Like the Look of It [ featuring Gudda Gudda ] - album: I Am Not a Human Being - track 13

2011-03-11T23:53:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
I DON'T LIKE THE LOOK OF IT
[ featuring Gudda Gudda ]
* produced by Jahlil Beats

- Gudda Gudda -
Okay, I'm sippin' on the syrup
Got a nigga moving slow
I’m all about the money
What the fuck you think I do it for?
Bitch don’t act like you don’t know
I’m killing all these rap niggas
Custom made caskets for you muthafucka funerals
Keep the women with me
Shit I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday like we won the fucking Superbowl
Chillin' wit my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy
White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy
When I’m walking by the women say "Who is that nigga?"
I replied "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda that nigga"
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
Whip on 24′s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
And yous a muthafuckin’ duck, Daffy Dill
I’m from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill
Pick the knife or gunner, you can get the package deal
I’m hot nigga, burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
The streets say I’m King but the game will never crown me
Realist nigga doin' it just ask the niggas around me
So you cant size me up or try to clown uh
Shark in the water jump in and I'mma drown ya
New Orleans nigga, Gun out, I'mma down ya
Put niggas to sleep like a muthaf-ckin’ downer
I'mma Great White, you's a flounder
Fish and a bitch I tuna everything around ya
U-Haul Gudda , moving everything around ya
It’s Young Money , bitch
At the top is where they found us

- Lil Wayne -
Uh, Goons on deck
Marley don’t shoot em’
Silence on the gun
Watch a nigga mute em’
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these niggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain’t playin’ wit' cha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
Bitch I’m still spittin' like I ate a Jalapeño
I’m from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it’s all y’all fault
And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
I ain’t worryin' bout shit, Everything paid out
You could catch me court side in Dwayne Wade’s house
Wit a high yellow thick bitch wit her legs out
Cash Money president but we in a red house
Who the f-ck want it? Make my fuckin’ day
I blow your candles out, now nigga cut that cake
I gotta eat bitches, like a run-away
Y’all niggas ain’t eatin', stomach ache
Ok, all these bitches, And niggas still hatin'
I used to be ballin’, But now I’m Bill Gate ’n
Fuckin' with my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic
I’m on the road to riches, there’s just a lil' traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin' is a habbit
Keep my guitar, Hip Hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck em like rabbits
Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uh

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 1 - track 01 - Keep Ya Head Up

2011-02-23T09:04:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
KEEP YA HEAD UP

Little somethin' for my godson Elijah
and a little girl named Corinne

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care
And uh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nothin' don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
'cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothers make babies
and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman
when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

[CHORUS] x2
Keep ya head up
oooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooo child things are gonna get brighter

Ay yo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin' like black was the thing to be
And suddenly the ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to the bright screen
I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of 15 cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin' for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin' in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain 'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin' wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
it ain't no hope for the future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up

[CHORUS] x2
Keep ya head up
oooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooo child things are gonna get brighter

And uh
To all the ladies havin' babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
'Cause ain't nothin' worse than when your son
wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is rollin' down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin' things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's gettin' older and older and cold
From havin' the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin' Benz
I'm still tryin' to hold on to my survivin' friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please, you got to keep your head up

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 1 - track 02 - 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted [ featuring Snoop Dogg ]

2011-02-23T08:43:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
2 OF AMERIKAZ MOST WANTED
[ featuring Snoop Dogg ]

Up out of there
(chuckles)
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
Pump that up G
Ah shit, you done fucked up now
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
You done put two of America's
most wanted in the same
motherfuckin' place at the same
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
motherfuckin' time, hahahahah
Y'all niggas about to feel this
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
Break out the champagne glasses
and the motherfuckin' condoms
Have one on us a'ight?
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision
my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin' homie
You's a cold ass nigga on them hogs

Sho 'nuff, I keep my hand on my gun,
cuz they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the court room waitin on the outcome
Free Tupac , is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit

So now they got us laced
Two multi millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown
the shit's about to go down
Uh, me and Snoop about to clown
I'm " Losing My Religion "
I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game
but you got the rules missin'
Niggas be actin' like they savage
they out to get the cabbage
I got, nuthin' but love, for my niggaw livin' lavish

I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
and I, think I got a black Beamer
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Seagal , and do it all legal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the Gs and the keys motherfucker

Now follow as we riiiiide
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side
And I can make you famous
Niggas been dyin' for years, so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin' these, motherfuckin' Gs
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted

[CHORUS]
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
Nuthin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
Nuthin' but a gangsta party
it ain't nuthin' but a
motherfuckin' gangsta party
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
Nuthin' but a gangsta party
it ain't nuthin' but a
motherfuckin' gangsta party
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party

Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me
I bust and flea, these niggas must be crazy what??
There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the Thugs
(hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now disappear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player

It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin'
Everybody in the party doin' dope slangin'
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swirl
Ya doing ya job, every day
And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids

They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floatin' in the black Benz, tryin' to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
Niggas is hard to kill, on my block
Schemes for currency and doe related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted

[CHORUS w/ variations to end]
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
Nuthin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
Nuthin' but a gangsta party
it ain't nuthin' but a
motherfuckin' gangsta party
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
Nuthin' but a gangsta party
it ain't nuthin' but a
motherfuckin' gangsta party
Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 1 - track 03 - Temptations

2011-02-23T08:24:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
TEMPTATIONS

Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit!

Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy
[Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget" repeats until first verse]

You know what time, booyaow
I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh, throw up that finger
Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up!
Thug style baby, Thug style y'know?

Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya
I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya
If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up
and the life I live is hell see, I never thought I'd see
the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard
I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word
See you walkin' and you lookin' good, yes indeed
Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin' me
wit' cha attitude to match right, don't be phony
'cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me
I've be stressin' in the spotlight, I want the fame
but the industry's a lot like, a crap game
Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go
Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show
And even though I'm known for my one night stand
I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go

Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy
[Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget" repeats until second verse]

Throw up the finger!
And all my homies go..
Throw them the finger!
Ya know what baby it's like

I know you've been searchin' for someone
To make you happy, and get the job done
You say you need it, a man with money
But I can't be there, and will you still care

Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows
Gettin' weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go
in my ride and I'm all in, gettin' high
I can hear the people callin', I'm passin' by
Everybody knows I'm ball-in', and to God
Gotta keep myself from fall-in', but it's hard
All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do
Gettin' shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool
Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide
If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie
Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words
in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve
Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slow
Can't hold it any longer, so let it go
Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven
Don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was..

Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy
[Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget" repeats until third verse]

Give 'em the finger!
All my homies go..
Throw your fingers up!
That's just the Thug in me girl, you know
Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like

I know you've been searchin' for someone
To make you happy, and get the job done
You say you need it, a man with money
But I can't be there, and will you still care?

A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down
Got a woman that'll please me, in every town
I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation
got me ready to release the fluid, sensation
sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand
'Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand
Even the hardest of my homies need attention
Catch you blowin' up the telephone, reminiscin'
I wanna take you to the movies, and the park
Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark
Now that it's passion, hold me tight
Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight
I know your man ain't lovin' you right
You're lonely and depressed you need a Thug in your life
Enough talkin', you want me to leave, I'll get to walkin'
See you later, 'cause baby I'm a player, and all I heard was

Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy
[Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget" repeats until end]

Give 'em the finger
And all my homies go..
yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y'know?
Throw your fingers up
Y'know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you

Everybody, heyy, alright
Heyy, heyyyeah, heyyyayyy, ohh

All my niggaz go..
Uptown in the..
Give 'em the finger!
Throw your hands up
Give 'em the finger!

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 1 - track 04 - God Bless the Dead [ featuring Stretch ]

2011-02-23T08:12:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
GOD BLESS THE DEAD
[ featuring Stretch ]

- 2Pac -
Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls
That's right boy, it's goin on
Right here, Thug Life
God bless the dead

God bless the dead and buried nigga
Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse
I ain't mad, I know you're representin' the crew
And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind
The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie
Sayin' shit don't stop, nigga, no pity
We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin' mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time
My epitaph will read "Was the last of Gs
Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead"

[CHORUS]
- 2Pac -
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead

- 2Pac -
Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little motherfucka wantin to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin' back in my yearbook all the years took
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die will they all shed tears
Two to the dome, leave me alone
let me get my head clear
Paranoid got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice
Fuck the police and all the courts
same way they fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in jail
They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell
In my mind I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
By keepin' gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter
God bless the dead

[CHORUS]
- 2Pac -
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead

- 2Pac -
Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early
All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime
Real motherfuckin' Gs, this one is for you
Yo Stretch , Biggie

- Stretch -
Yo Big this is to you my nigga
Springfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz
Sendin they respect, know I mean?
You my nigga for life, forever
You're always gonna be with a nigga
No matter what, don't forget that

I pray before I go to sleep, Dear God
Say my prayers before I start to eat
'cause times is hard"
So I'm droppin to my knees, oh why?
Why you have to take my nigga with the rock-a-bye
You had to take a good one
a ghetto hood son, Uzi weighin' a ton
Niggas terrified of drama from the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's mind blowin', so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He should've had the gauge in the trunk
For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd rather attack Big
Now ya 'bout to smell the aftermath of what the Mac did
Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's 'bout to rip through your fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggie Smalls and the ... clique, yeah
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 1 - track 05 - Hail Mary [ featuring Outlawz & Prince Ital Joe ]

2011-02-23T07:29:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
HAIL MARY
[ featuring Outlawz & Prince Ital Joe ]

- 2Pac -
Makaveli in this.. Killuminati , all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uh, feel me!
And God said he should send his one begotten son
to lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh, and my flesh

[CHORUS]
- 2Pac -
Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick, see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?
La dadada, la la la la

- 2Pac -
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening
Seeing niggas coming for me, to my diamonds
when they glistening
Now pay attention, rest in peace father
I'm a ghost in these killing fields
Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside
the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark
Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus
mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust
It's just as well, Hail Mary

[CHORUS] x2
- 2Pac -
Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick, see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?
La dadada, la la la la

- 2Pac -
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realize the precious time the bitch niggas is wasting
Institutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile
we're too crazy to be humble, we balling
Catch me Father please, cause I'm falling, in the liquor store
That's the Hennessy I hear ya calling, can I get some more?
Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checking in my bedroom; I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you
on a one way trip to prison, selling drugs
We all wrapped up in this living, life as Thugs
To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid
Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark
Thuggin' eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga

[CHORUS] x2
- 2Pac -
Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick, see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?
La dadada, la la la la

- Kastro -
They got a APB, out on my Thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets
like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
Head down, K blasted off Hennessy and Thai
Trying it, mixed it; now I'm twisted, blissed, and high
Visions of me, Thug living getting me by
Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs

- Young Noble -
Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me
Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy
Ready to wet the party up
and whoever in that motherfucker
Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers
on the regular mashing in a stolen Black Ac Integra
Cock back, sixty seconds till the draw
that's when I'm dead in ya
Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a Thug to preaching church
I gave you love now you eating dirt
Needing work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on
'Cause word is bond
when I was broke I had to hustle 'til dawn
That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
hold ya head and stay up
to all my niggas get ya pay and weight up

- Kastro -
If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

[CHORUS] repeatedly
- 2Pac -
Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick, see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?
La dadada, la la la la

- Prince Ital Joe -
We've been traveling on this wayward road
Long time till I be take a 'eavy load
But we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail Mary, Hail Mary
We won't worry everything will come real
Free like the bird in the tree
We won't worry everything will come real
Yes we free like the bird in the tree
We running from the penitentiary
This is the time for we liberty
Hail Mary, Hail Mary

[CHORUS]
- 2Pac -
Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick, see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?
La dadada, la la la la

- 2Pac -
Westside , Outlawz , Makaveli the Don
Solo , Killuminati , The 7 Days

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 1 - track 06 - Me Against the World [ featuring Dramacydal ]

2011-02-23T07:10:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
ME AGAINST THE WORLD
[ featuring Dramacydal ]

- 2Pac -
It's just me against the world
(Ooohh, ooohh)
Nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world baby
(Oahh, oahhahh)
I got nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world
(Oh hahh)
Stuck in the game
Me against the world baby

- 2Pac -
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin'
There ain't no stoppin' me
Constantly movin' while makin' millions
Witnessin' killings, leavin' dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Carries to children 'cause they're ill-in'
Addicted to killin' and the appeal from the cap peelin'
Without feelin', but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket, the aftermath
More bodies being buried; I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetery
Got me worried, stressin', my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin' this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, 'cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shootin' no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby

- 2Pac -
(Me against the world)
It's just me against the world
(Oooh yeah, ooohooo)
It's just me against the world
(Me against the world)
'Cause it's just me against the world baby
(Hey!)
Me against the world
(Oooh yeah)
I got nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world baby
(I got nothing to lose)

- Dramacydal -
Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself
See ladies in stores, Baby Capone s, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin
Seein' Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy
and screamin' I guess them nightmares as a child
had me scared, but left me prepared for a while
Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw
Veteran, a villain, a young thug, who one day shall fall

Everyday there's mo' death, and plus I'm dough-less
I'm seein' mo' reasons for me to proceed with thievin'
Scheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving
Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up
I'm bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klacka
Tried makin' fat cuts, but yo it ain't workin'
And Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking
when I gets to pervin', so what?
Go put some work in, and make my mail, makin' sales
Risking 25 with a 'L', but oh well

- 2Pac -
(Me against the world)
With nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world
(Ooh yeah.. ooh-oooh)
It's just me against the world baby
(Me against the world)
I got nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world
(Oahhohh)
Haha
It's just me against the world baby
(Ha-ahh, HA-AHH!)
With nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world baby
(Me against the world, hoahh)
Me against the world
I got nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world baby
(Hahah (hehe) hey!)

- 2Pac -
With all this extra stressin'
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finally get to rest? Through this suppression
they punish the people that's askin' questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possessions
The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less, even the genius asks questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded
And things don't go the way you planned it
Dreamin' of riches, in a position of makin' a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nothin' like the game
It's just me against the world

- 2Pac -
(Me against the world)
Nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world baby
(Me against the world)
Got me stuck in the game
It's just me against the world
(Oahahh)
I'd be ashamed to lose
It's just me against the world baby
(Me against the world)

- 2Pac -
Heh, hahahahahahah
That's right
I know it seem hard sometimes but uh
Remember one thing
Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that
So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out
Keep your head up, and handle it

(Me against the world)
(Me against the world)
(Me against the world)

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 1 - track 07 - How Do U Want It? [ featuring K-Ci & JoJo ]

2011-02-23T07:04:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
HOW DO U WANT IT?
[ featuring K-Ci & JoJo ]

[CHORUS]
- K-Ci & JoJo -
How do you want it? How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane; I'm for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane; I'm for real

- 2Pac -
Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin
Body talkin shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man
Mr. International, playa with the passport
Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey
A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it
(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah)

[CHORUS]
- K-Ci & JoJo -
How do you want it? How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane; I'm for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane; I'm for real

- 2Pac -
Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic
cause I'm somewhat psychotic
I'm hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya
I ain't quittin til the show is over, cause I'ma rider
In and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak
and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these
Nights full of Alize, a livin legend
You ain't heard about these niggaz play these Cali days
Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker
Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother
Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
You're too old to understand the way the game is told
You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Want some on lease? I'm makin millions, niggaz top that
They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell
livin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck
I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it

[CHORUS]
- K-Ci & JoJo -
How do you want it? How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane; I'm for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane; I'm for real

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop
on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof
before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Game rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries
is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried
One of us gon' see the cemetary
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive
Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
And then I'm chillin fade em all, these taxes
got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me
Media is in my business and they actin like they know me
Hahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out
I'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that fuckin steel out
Yeah nigga it's some new shit so better get up on it
When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it
How do you want it?

[CHORUS] x2
- K-Ci & JoJo -
How do you want it? How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane; I'm for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane; I'm for real

- 2Pac -
How you want it?
Yeah my nigga Johnny J
Yeah, we out

[CHORUS]
- K-Ci & JoJo -

- 2Pac - Tell me

[CHORUS]
- K-Ci & JoJo -

- 2Pac - Cash game, livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 1 - track 08 - So Many Tears

2011-02-23T06:41:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
SO MANY TEARS

I shall not fear no man but God
though I walk through the valley of death
I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake)
Please God walk with me (grab a nigga and take me to Heaven)

Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin' breed
Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest
until I got that Thug Life tatt'ed on my chest
Tell me can you feel me?
I'm not livin' in the past, you wanna last
be tha first to blast, remember Kato
No longer with us he's deceased
Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
Now rest in peace
Is there heaven for a G? Remember me
So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears

Ah, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears
Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
And fuck the world 'cause I'm cursed, I'm havin' visions
of leavin' here in a hearse, God can you feel me?
Take me away from all the pressure, and all the pain
Show me some happiness again, I'm goin' blind
I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well
I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
My life is in denial, and when I die
baptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears

Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears
Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears
I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer
to embrace an early death, now there's nothin' left
There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest
I'm barely standin', 'bout to go to pieces, screamin' peace
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin' to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin' the flame
inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Paintin' a picture of my enemies killin' me, in my sleep
Will I survive til the mornin', to see the sun
Please Lord forgive me for my sins, 'cause here I come

Lord, I suffered through the years (God) and shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Lord knows I.. tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drive-bys takin lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin' high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna change
But ain't no future right for me, I'm stuck in the game
I'm trapped inside a maze
See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin' crazy
Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin' babies
so I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady
Don't trust my lady, 'cause she's a product of this poison
I'm hearin' noises, think she fuckin' all my boys, can't take no more
I'm fallin' to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in
to Heaven's door, shed so many tears
(Dear God, please let me in)

Lord, I've lost so many years, and shed so many tears
I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears
Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 1 - track 09 - Unconditional Love

2011-02-23T06:30:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

(What y'all want?)
Unconditional Love (no doubt)
Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off
It don't fade
It'll last for all these crazy days
These crazy nights
Whether you wrong or you right
I'm a still love you
Still feel you
Still there for you
No matter what (hehe)
You will always be in my heart
With unconditional love

Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing
How many caskets can we witness
Before we see it's hard to live
This life without God , so we must ask forgiveness
Ask Mama why I got this urge to die
Witness the tears falling free from my eyes
Before she could reply
Though we were born without a silver spoon
My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey)
One day I hope to make it
A player in this game
Mama don't cry, long as we try
maybe things change
Perhaps it's just a fantasy
a life where we don't need no welfare
Shit with our whole family
Maybe it's me that caused it
The fighting and the hurting
in my room crying 'cause I didn't want to be a burden
Watch Mama open up her arms to hug me
and I ain't worried bout a damn thing, with unconditional love

[CHORUS] x2
In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

Just got the message you've been calling all week
Been out here hustling on these streets
ain't had a chance to speak
But you know, with you and me it's on G
We could never be enemies
'cause you been such a good friend to me
Where would I be without my dogs
No wonder why when times get hard
'cause it ain't easy being who we are
Driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions
So I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission
Is to be more than just a rap musician
The elevation of today's generation
If could make 'em listen
Prison ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed
Time to play and strategise, my family's gotta eat
When we make somethin' out of nothing
No pleasure in the suffering, neighborhood would be good
If they could cut out all the busting
The liquor and the weed, the cussing
Sending love out to my block
The struggle never stops (unconditional love)

[CHORUS]
In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

I'll probably never understand ya ways
With everyday I swear I hear ya
Trying to change your ways
while gettin' paid at the same time
Just had a baby with the same eyes
Something inside, please let me die
these are strange times
How come I never made it
Maybe it's the way the played it in my heart
I knew one day I gotta be a star
My hopes and all my wishes
So many vivid pictures, and all the currency
I'll never even get to see
This fast life soon shatters
'Cause after all the lights and screams
Nothing but my dreams matter
Hoping for better days
Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry
'Cause everything gonna be alright
Just lay your head on my shoulder
Don't worry bout a thing baby
Girl I'm a soldier (huh)
Never treated me bad, no matter who I was
You still came with that, unconditional love

[CHORUS] until fade
In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 1 - track 10 - Trapped

2011-02-23T06:18:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
TRAPPED

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Shot up or shot down with the bullet that he bought
9mm kickin' thinking about what the streets do
to me
'Cause they never talk peace in the black community
All we know is violence, do the job in silence
Walk the city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
Too many brothers daily heading for the big penn
Niggas comin' out worse off than when they went in
Over the years I done a lot of growin' up
Gettin' drunk, thrown' up
Cuffed up
Then I said I had enough
There must be another route, way out
To money and fame, I changed my name
And played a different game
Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
If one more cop harasses me I just might go psycho
And when I get 'em
I'll hit 'em with the bum rush
Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed
Yo, if your smart you'll really let me go G
But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch the Uzi
They got me trapped

[CHORUS]
(Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down)
They got me trapped
(Naw, they can't keep the black man down)
Trapped
(Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down)
Trapped
(Naw, they can't keep the black man down)

They got me trapped
Can barely walk the city streets
Without a cop harassing me, searching me
Then asking my identity
Hands up, throw me up against the wall
Didn't do a thing at all
I'm tellin' you one day these suckers gotta fall
Cuffed up throw me on the concrete
Coppers try to kill me
But they didn't know this was the wrong street
Bang bang, down another casualty
But it's a cop who's shot, there's brutality
Who do you blame?
It's a shame because the man's slain
He got caught in the chains of his own game
How can I feel guilty after all the things they did to me?
Sweated me, hunted me
Trapped in my own community
One day I'm gonna bust
Blow up on this society
Why did ya lie to me?
I couldn't find a trace of equality
Work me like a slave while they laid back
Homie don't play that
It's time I let 'em suffer the payback
I'm tryin' to avoid physical contact
I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
They got me trapped

[CHORUS]
(Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can't keep the black man down)
Trapped
(uh uh, they can't keep the black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can't keep the black man down)

Now I'm trapped and want to find a getaway
All I need is a G and somewhere safe to stay
Can't use the phone
Cause I'm sure someone is tappin' in
Did it before
Ain't scared to use my gat again
I look back at hindsight the fight was irrelevant
But now he's the devils friend
Too late to be tellin' him
He shot first and I'll be damned if I run away
Homie is done away I should of put my gun away
I wasn't thinkin' all I heard was the ridicule
Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin "Damn homies is dissin' you"
I fired my weapon
Started steppin' in the hurricane
I got shot so I dropped
Feelin' a burst of pain
Got to my feet
Couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood
Now I'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer
Ran through an alley
Still lookin' for my getaway
Coppers said "Freeze! or you'll be dead today!"
Trapped in a corner
Dark and I couldn't see the light
Thoughts in my mind was the Nine and a better life
What do I do?
Live my life in a prison cell
I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell
They got me trapped

[CHORUS]
(Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down)
They got me trapped
(Naw, they can't keep the black man down)
Trapped
(uh uh, they can't keep the black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can't keep the black man down)
Trapped

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 1 - track 11 - Life Goes On

2011-02-23T03:27:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
LIFE GOES ON

[CHORUS] x2
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas, we the last ones left
but life goes on

As I bail through tha empty halls
breath stinkin'
in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring
Quiet y'all, incoming call
Plus this my homie from high school
he's getting by
It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry
Life as a baller
Alchol and booty calls
We used to do them as adolescents
Do you recall?
Raised as Gs
Loc'ed out and blazed the weed
Get on the roof
Let's get smoked out
and blaze with me
2 in the morning
and we still high assed out
screamin' "Thug till I die"
before I passed out
But now that your gone
I'm in tha zone
thinkin'
"I don't wanna die all alone"
But now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death
I'm drinkin' Hennessy
while tryin' to make it last
I drank a 5th for that ass
when you passed
'cause life goes on

[CHORUS]
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas, we the last ones left
but life goes on

Yeah nigga
I got the word as hell
Ya blew trial and the judge gave you
25 with an L
Time to prepare to do Fed time
Won't see parole
Imagine life as a convict
that's gettein' old
Plus with tha drama
we're lookin' out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin' on her
Life in the hood
is all good for nobody
Remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties
Me and you
No true a two
while scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest nigga
'cause I ain't worried
Eyes bluried
Sayin' goodbye at the cemetery
though memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball till my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato and Mental rest in peace
Thug till I die

[CHORUS]
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas, we the last ones left
but life goes on

Bury me smilin'
with Gs in my pocket
Have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
Let the hoes that I used to know
from way before
kiss me from my head to my toe
Give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
A couple bottles of Gin
in case I don't get in
Tell all my people I'm a Rida
Nobody cries when we die
We outlaws
Let me ride
until I get free
I live my life in the fast lane
Got police chasin' me
to my niggas from old blocks
from old crews
niggas that guided me through
back in the old school
Pour out some liquor
have a toast for the homies
See we both gotta die
but ya chose to go before me
And brothas miss ya while your gone
you left your nigga on his own
How long we mourn
life goes on

[CHORUS] repeatedly
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas, we the last ones left
but life goes on

Life goes on homie
Gone on, 'cause they passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel ya nigga, trust me
I feel ya
You know what I mean
Last year
we poured out liquor for ya
This year nigga, life goes on
We're gonna clock now
Get money
Evade bitches
Evade tricks
Give players plenty space
And basicaly just represent for you baby
Next time you see your niggas
They're gonna be like
"Goddamn, them niggas came up"
That's right baby
life goes on
and we up out this bitch
hey Kato , Mental
Y'all niggas make sure it's poppin' when we get up there
don't front

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 1 - track 12 - Hit 'Em Up [ featuring Outlawz ]

2011-02-23T03:00:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
HIT 'EM UP
[ featuring Outlawz ]

I ain't got no motherfucking friends
That's why I fucked your bitch
You're fat motherfucker (Take Money)
West Side
Bad Boy Killers (Take Money)
You know who the real-est is
niggas we bring it to (Take Money)
(haha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Caesar go ask you homie
how I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Lil Kim
Don't fuck around with real Gs
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (haha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see

[CHORUS]
Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
You all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
ride on you
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
(ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up)

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[CHORUS]
Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
It's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Sherm high
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air (Air) (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake Gs to your knees
Coppin' please with these scenario
Lil Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot
Cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You're a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc , with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (haha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up trying to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaires
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna fuck with us
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?
You're fucking with me, nigga?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it
Bring it
But we ain't singing
We bringing drama
fuck you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna do this
fuck Mobb Deep
fuck Biggie
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy
then fuck you too
Chino XL , fuck you too
All you mother fuckers
fuck you too
( take money , take money )
All of y'all motherfuckers
fuck you, die slow motherfucker
My .44 make sure all your kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders
West Side till' we die
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers
We do our job
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh
'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the real-est
fuck 'em
We Bad Boy killers

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 01 - Troublesome '96

2011-02-22T02:33:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
TROUBLESOME '96

[CHORUS]
Tra la la la la la, all ya niggas die [repeatedly]
Troublesome niggas, outlaw, put it down to the fullest
spittin' rhymes and bullets, haha
We troublesome, y'all know what time it is
call the punk police, they can't stop us
niggas run the streets

Troublesome nigga
[while CHORUS plays]
Troublesome 19-mothafuckin-96 (westside)
Let it be known nigga
Boss of all bosses, Makaveli

Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
Making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man in this wicked land
underhanded hits are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
[version 1] Undercover agents die by the random shots
[version 2] Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
Got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eater
What could they do to me that little brat
Shit them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their ass
How can I show you how I feel inside
We outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone
'Cause they fear me in physical form let it be known
I'm troublesome

[CHORUS]
Tra la la la la la, all ya niggas die [repeatedly]
Troublesome niggas, outlaw, put it down to the fullest
spittin' rhymes and bullets, haha
We troublesome, y'all know what time it is
call the punk police, they can't stop us
niggas run the streets

Trouble shit
Gutter ways my mentality is ghetto
We're guerrillas in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do
We came for murder, pullin' up in a herse
Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck
All y'all niggas in Swahili
Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
Release me to care of my heartless strap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche
A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys
Murder my foes, can't control my nine
Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please
Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee
Picture me letting this chump survive
Redin' up on his ass when I'm doped and died
Cause I'm troublesome

[CHORUS]
Young, strapped, and I dont give a fuck, I'm hopeless
I live a thug life, losing my focus, baby
I'm troublesome, haha Bad boy killer, there is no one real-er
What you saw was the rough, rugged, and raw
Outlaw.. outlaw..

Murder, murder my mind states
shit ain't change since my last rhyme
The crime rate ain't decline
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind
Like 25 to life never crossed their mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang
Sent a lot of flowers, but how can I cry?
Try to warn a little nigga either stop or die
Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies and family times
God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die
Either take me in heaven and understand I was a G
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life
Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life
I'm troublesome

[CHORUS]
In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me
Haha I'm troublesome and I don't give a fuck
I'm troublesome
Like my nigga Napoleon said, nigga
somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit
Haha I'm troublesome
You know what time it is, the Outlaw click
Young, rugged, and sick
Makaveli the Don, the boss of all bosses
Mussolini , E.D.I. Mean , Hussein Fatal
Gadhafi , Castro , Napoleon
We ain't fuckin' around
We troublesome
Hey yo, we troublesome.
I aint going back.
Haha, Young Castro , the first to blast last one to dash
going for the hoes and the cash
Fuck you niggas
Outlawz
Gadhafi , trump tight never sloppy
them mothafuckas try to copy
but they cant mock you nigga, you too strong
Outlawz keep it going on, you know what's up
Outlawz
Outlawz
Outlawz
Outlawz
This is dedicated to the real niggas
all the real troublesome souljas on the streets

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 02 - Brenda's Got a Baby

2011-02-22T02:09:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
BRENDA'S GOT A BABY

Brenda's got a baby
Brenda's got a baby

I hear Brenda's got a baby
But, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
The girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not our problem, that's up to Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya
how it affects the whole community
Now Brenda really never knew
her moms and her dad was a
junkie
Went in death to his arms, it's sad
'Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just 'cause you're in the ghetto
doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin
now let's watch the joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy.. from her family
Who didn't really care to see.. or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when the check came, they got first dibs
Now Brenda's belly is gettin' bigger
But no one seems to notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with the molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with the two of them are together,
whatever
He left her and she had the baby solo, she had it on the
bathroom floor
And didn't know so
she didn't know what to throw away and
what to keep
She wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear the cries
She didn't realize
How much the the little baby had her eyes
Now the baby's in the trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her calling
Brenda wants to run away
Momma say,
"You makin' me lose pay, the social worker's here
everyday"
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried to sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothing left to sell
So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell
It's paying the rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name
She's got a baby

Baby

Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a baby?

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 03 - I Ain't Mad at Cha [ featuring Danny Boy ]

2011-02-22T01:53:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
I AIN'T MAD AT CHA
[ featuring Danny Boy ]

Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz
to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm with cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'mma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin' up dust
- Danny Boy - I ain't..
Givin' a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
- Danny Boy - ..mad at cha
'Cause I ain't mad at cha

- 2Pac -
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin' off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha
You tryin' hard to maintain, then go head
'cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)

[CHORUS]
- Danny Boy - 2Pac -
I ain't.. mad.. at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't.. mad.. at cha

- 2Pac -
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin'.. that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin blitz-ed and I reminisce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin' 'n' grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow
And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye
and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, 'cause Mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
'Cause you's a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

[CHORUS]
- Danny Boy - 2Pac -
I ain't.. mad.. at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't.. mad.. at cha
(A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

- 2Pac -
Well guess who's movin' up? this nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots, ten carrots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister Local Celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it
so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded
in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it
to the better days
'Cause crime pays, and in time
you'll find a rhyme 'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Till God return me to my essence
'Cause even as a adolescents
I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

[CHORUS]
- Danny Boy - 2Pac -
I ain't.. mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)
I.. ain't mad (hell nah, I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't.. mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't.. mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't.. mad at cha.. no..
I ain't mad at cha..

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 04 - I Get Around [ featuring Digital Underground ]

2011-02-22T01:38:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
I GET AROUND
[ featuring Digital Underground ]

Aw yeah, I get around
Still clown with the Underground , when we come around
Stronger than ever

- 2Pac -
Back to get wreck
All respect to those who break their neck
to keep their hoes in check
'Cause oh they sweat a brother majorly
And I don't know why, your girl keeps paging me
She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me
And every time she sees me, she squeeze me
Lady take it easy!
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me
I don't want it if it's that easy
Ay yo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy
You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got fatter
Now everybody's looking for the latter
And ain't no need in being greedy
If you wanna see me
dial the beeper number baby when you need me
And I'll be there in a jiffy
Don't be picky, just be happy with this quickie
But when you learn, you can't tie me down
Baby doll, check it out, I get around

What you mean you don't know? I get around
The Underground just don't stop for hoes, I get around
Still down with the Underground, I get around
Yeah, ay yo Shock, let them hoes know

- Shock G -
Now you can tell from my everyday fits, I ain't rich
So cease and desist with them tricks (tricks)
I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (mix)
Trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents (A dime and a nickel)
Just 'cause I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets
Baby I can see, that you don't recognize me
I'm Shock G , the one who put the satin on your panties
Never knew a hooker that could share me, I get around

- Money-B -
What's up love, how you doing? (All right)
Well I've been hanging sanging, trying to do my thang
Oh, you heard that I was banging
Your home girl you went to school with, that's cool
But did she tell you about her sister and your cousin?
Thought I wasn't
See, weekends were made for Michelob
But it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo
And don't mistake my statement for a clown
We can keep in the down low long as you know
that I get around

- 2Pac -
2Pacalypse Now don't stop for hoes, I get around
Why I ain't call you? Ha ha, please

Finger tips on the hips as I dip
gotta get a tight grip, don't slip
Loose lips sink ships, it's a trip
I love the way she licks her lips, see me jocking
Put a little twist in her hips cause I'm watching
Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn
Now we all alone, why the lights on?
Turn 'em off, time to set it off, get you wet and soft
Something's on your mind, let it off
You don't know me, you just met me, you won't let me
Well if I couldn't have it (silly rabbit) why you sweating me?
It's a lot of real G's doing time
'Cause a groupy bit the truth and told a lie
You picked the wrong guy baby if you're too fly
You need to hit the door, search for a new guy
'Cause I only got one night in town
Break out or be clown, baby doll are you down?
I get around

- Shock G -
[8x]
'Round and 'round, 'round we go

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 05 - Changes [ featuring Talent ]

2011-02-22T01:19:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
CHANGES
[ featuring Talent ]

Come on, come on
I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids, who the hell cares?
One less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothers
Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other
"It's time to fight back" that's what Huey said
Two shots in the dark now Huey 's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is

[BRIDGE w/ changing ad libs] x2
Come on, come on
That's just the way it is
Things 'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aw yeah

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under, I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready to see a black President, uh
It ain't a secret, don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid, " I gotta get paid"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

[BRIDGE]
Come on, come on
That's just the way it is
Things 'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aw yeah

We gotta make a change
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive

And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace?
It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
So the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the facts, givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up
crack you up and pimp-smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush, I bust this
That's the sound of my tool, you say it ain't cool
My mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
and I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
Some punk that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uh

[BRIDGE till fade]
Come on, come on
That's just the way it is
Things 'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aw yeah

Some things will never change

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 06 - California Love [ Original Version featuring Dr. Dre & Roger Troutman ]

2011-02-22T00:24:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
CALIFORNIA LOVE
[ Original Version featuring Dr. Dre & Roger Troutman ]

California love!

- Roger Troutman -
California.. knows how to party
California.. knows how to party
In the city of LA
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin'! We keep it rockin'!

- Dr. Dre -
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin'-machines servin' fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin' rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin' sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin' lookin' like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to the Bay
Your city is the bomb if your city makin' pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin' it down for
California

- Roger Troutman -
California.. knows how to party
California.. knows how to party
In the city of LA
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin'! We keep it rockin'!

- Dr. Dre - Yeah, now make it shake! come on!

- Roger Troutman -
Shake it, shake it baby
Shake it, shake it baby
Shake it, shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it, shake it baby
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

- 2Pac -
Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin'
Soon as I stepped on the scene
I'm hearin hoochies screamin'
Fiendin' for money and alcohol
The life of a west side playa where cowards die
and it's all ball
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In LA we wearin' Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin' but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous 'cause we program worldwide
Let 'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans
Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam, it's west side
So you know the row won't bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of LA
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!

- Roger Troutman -
California.. knows how to party
California.. knows how to party
In the city of LA
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin'! We keep it rockin'!

- Dr. Dre - Yeah, yeah, now make it shake, uh

[2x]
- Roger Troutman -
Shake, shake it baby
Shake, shake it
Shake, shake it mama, shake it Cali
(Shake it Cali)
Shake, shake it baby
(Shake it Cali)
Shake, shake it
Shake, shake it mama
(West Coast)
Shake it Cali

- Dr. Dre - 2Pac -
Uh, yeah, uh, Long Beach in the house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definitely in the house hahaha
Frisko , Frisko
Hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadena, where you at?
Yeah, Inglewood , Inglewood always up to no good
Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece baby
Sacramento , Sacramento where ya at? yeah

- 2Pac -
Throw it up y'all, throw it up, throw it up
Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side
'Cause you and I know it's the best side

- Dr. Dre -
Yeah, that's right
West Coast , West Coast
Uh, California Love
California Love

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 07 - Picture Me Rollin [ featuring Danny Boy - CPO - Big Syke ]

2011-02-21T03:20:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
PICTURE ME ROLLIN
[ featuring Danny Boy - CPO - Big Syke ]

- 2Pac -
Yeah, clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)
(Hahahahaha) Yeah
(Hehehehe) Why niggaslook mad? (Is that right?)
Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!
Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!
Hoe bustas

Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin'
Know there's dope bein sold, but I ain't the one sellin'!
Don't want to be another number
I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under
The federales wanna see me dead
niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it's so hard to be positive
when niggas shootin' at your crib
Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways
to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin'
Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen
My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone
I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone
My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my hands is swollen
thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin', picture me rollin'

Can you see me now? Heheheh
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture
Can you see it? Hahah
Picture me rollin'
Yeah nigga!
Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you
Guess who's back?

- Big Syke -
I got kis, comin from overseas
Cost a nigga two hundred Gs
I'm a street commando, Nino for example
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle
So I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss playa
Thug, branded to be a women layer
So may playa haters, imitaters steady swangin'
Make me wanna start back bangin'
So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed
Packin forty glocks , contain 'em or rearrange
All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies
While I'm sippin' on Remy
in front of black Lexus , Chevy 's on the roam
Ninety-six big body, sittin' on chrome
As we head up out the zone, stone-facin' is on
You can admire, but don't look too long
I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pocket's bulgin'
It's hard to imagine,vpicture me rollin!

- Danny Boy -
Picture, picture me, picture me rollin'
Rollin', picture me rollin'
Wheelin', picture me rollin' in
Picture me yea yeah

- CPO -
Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper
'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper
My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?
So I needs to hit a lick, drastically
I see some baldin'-ass niggas and they slippin' in my spot
And, uh, diggin' the plots (so what?)
Checkin' in the park, Pac

- 2Pac -
We caught 'em sleepin', he didn't peep you niggas creepin'?
This how we do it every weekend
I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit
CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it
I get the liquor, and you could get the females
This crooked shit that we inflictin' gettin' street sales

- CPO -
Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my Nine
I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine
Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen
Boss Hog and this Pac nigga, picture us rollin'

[Repeatedly]
- Danny Boy -
Rollin'
Picture me rol-hoe-lin'
Picture me, picture me rollin'

- 2Pac -
Heheheheheheh
Is y'all ready for me?
Picture me rollin' roll call
You know there's some mo'fuckers out there
I just could not forget about
I wanna make sure they can see me
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities
All you bitch ass C.O.'s
Can you niggas see me from there?
Ballin' on y'all punk ass, ahahahah!
Picture me rollin', baby
Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks
I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on
Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot! The D.A.
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the hoe see me from here?
Can you see me, hoe?
Picture me rollin'
And all you punk police, can you see me?
Am I clear to you?
Picture me rollin' nigga, legit
Free like O.J. all day
You can't stop me
You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker
Manute , Pain , Syke , ... , Mopreme , ...
Can you picture us rollin'?
Can you see me hoe? Hehehe
Is y'all ready for me? .. We up out this bitch
Any time y'all wanna see me again
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
and picture me rollin'

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 08 - How Long Will They Mourn Me [ with Thug Life featuring Nate Dogg ]

2011-02-21T01:55:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
HOW LONG WILL THEY MOURN ME
[ with Thug Life featuring Nate Dogg ]

How long will they mourn me
Yeah! This for my nigga Kato
It's still on nigga
Thug Life , Thugs for life
Haha yeah, how long will they mourn me
Yeah nigga
2Pac in this muthafucka

- 2Pac -
All my homies drinking liquor
Tears in everybody's eyes
Niggas cried to mourn a homie's homicide
But I can't cry
instead I'm just a shoulder
Damn, why they take another soldier
I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry
I'll get them suckas back before your buried (shit)
Retaliate and pull a 187
do real niggas get to go to heaven ?
How long will they mourn me, bury me a mothafuckin G
Bitch don't wanna die
then don't fuck with me
It's kinda hard to be optimistic
When your homie's lying dead on the pavement twisted
Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends
But I'm losing all my mothafuckin friends (damn)
They should've shot me when I was born
Now I'm trapped in the mothafuckin' storm
How long will they mourn me ?

[CHORUS]
I wish it would have been another
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Got them niggas all dead and shit)
How long will they mourn me
I wish it would have been another
( Nate Dogg )
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke )

- Big Syke -
How long will they mourn me
Every mothafuckin' day homie
You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me
From my heart to the trigga you my fuckin' nigga
And things won't be the same without ya nigga
I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack
And goin' half on a mothafuckin' hundred sack
Smokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin'
Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'
Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ?
So confused not knowing which way to go
I'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time
I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind
So day after day
ride after ride
We'll hook up on the other side
Watch over your family and your newborn
Till we meet again homie
How long will they mourn me ?

[CHORUS]
I wish it would have been another
(Yo Kato )
How long will they mourn me
(It's still on nigga)
How long will they mourn my brother
How long will they mourn me
I wish it would have been another
(Yeah)
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
( Rated R , Double Jeopardy , Mack 10 )

- Rated R -
Damn a nigga tired of feeling sad
I'm tired of putting in work
I'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth
I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt
And my peoples 'll be mournin'
When they get a call from the coroner
All niggas can say is that's fucked up
And get tossed up
Reminiscing how we grew up (my nigga)
Rest and love to my nigga Kato
See you in the crossroads real soon
For now let me pour out some brew
I'll be always thinkin' of ya homie
Rest in peace
How long will they mourn me ?

Ya know life's a fuckin' trip
And everybody gotta go
But why the fuck it have to be my nigga Kato
Another nigga fell victim to the chrome
It's enough to make you crazy
It's fuckin' with my dome
Ya only live once on this earth
A nigga had it bad, since the day of my mothafuckin' birth
But niggas say they down and they always be my homie
But when a nigga gone
How long will ya mourn me ?

[CHORUS]
Yeah!
I wish it would have been another
(Mack 10 in this muthafucka)
Yeah, how long will ya mourn me
How long will ya mourn my bother
(Thug Life boy, Nate blowin' that shit,
Nate Dogg do that shit nigga)
I wish it would have been another
Yeah! How long will ya mourn me
How long will ya mourn my brother
(This for my nigga Kato and all his kids)
How long will ya mourn me
I wish it would have been another
How long will ya mourn my brother?

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 09 - Toss It Up [ featuring K-Ci & JoJo - Danny Boy - Aaron Hall ]

2011-02-17T04:37:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
TOSS IT UP
[ featuring K-Ci & JoJo - Danny Boy - Aaron Hall ]

The money behind the dreams
My right hand
My other capo in this big motherfucking war we got
That other capo in this big conglomerate called Death Row
Snoop motherfucking Dogg , the Doggfather
And who we hear coming through right now
Makaveli the Don
Feel this, Killuminati
(toss it up)

- 2Pac -
Lord have mercy, Father help us all
Since you supplied your phone number
I can't help but call
Time for action, conversatin', we relaxin', kickin' back
Got ya curious for thug passion, now picture that
Tongue kissin', hand full of hair, look in my eyes
Time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise
Me and you.. movin' in the nude, do it in the living room
Sweating up the sheets, it's the thug in me
I mean no disrespectin' when I tongue kiss your neck
I go a long way to get you wet, what you expect
Late night, hit the highway, drop the top
I pull over, gettin' busy in the parking lot
And don't you love it how I lick your hips and glide
Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside
Got ya lost in the love song, stuck in the lust
I got the bedroom shaking
Back breakin'.. when we tossin' it up

- Danny Boy -
Goodness baby, I like the way it's going down
When nobodies around, slip slide ride
Giving me that nice smile
Female I like, what I wanna get all night
You and me alone...everybody's gone
Toss it up, baby let's get it ah-ah-on

- JoJo -
I like the way you please me, baby
The sexy way you tease me, sugar
The way you move your body
Really drives me crazy
Your body's hypnotizing
Your smile is so exciting
So baby come on home with me
I like the way you give it to me

[CHORUS]
- K-Ci - JoJo -
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up
Said I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up
Said I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up

Play on, playa, playa, play on
Play on, playa, playa, play on
Play on, playa, playa, play on
Play on, playa, playa, play on

- K-Ci -
Oh, it's KCi baby
Mm, that wantcha lady
Oh don't act so shady
Baby your taste is fine as gravy
The way you move that thang
You make me wanna sang
Girl you make my bells ring
Make them go jing-a-ling

- Aaron Hall -
Pass it here and hit it again
Don't want it to ever end
It's feelin' too good
Give me some more
Lady Lady

Your body's the kind i like-a
Big booty to the lung delight-a
Back it up girl, let me in-uh
Toss it up on in-n-n-n

[CHORUS]
- Aaron Hall - K-Ci - JoJo -
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it uh-uh-up
Like the way you give it to me
So won't you play on

- 2Pac -
Do you want me?
What's your phone number, I get around
Cali love to my true thugs, picture me now
Still down for that Death Row sound
Searchin' for pay days
No longer Dre day , Arrivederci
Blown and forgotten, rotten' for plottin' child's play
Check your sexuality , it's fruity as this alize
Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move
Cross Death Row , now who you gonna run to?
Like those other suckers 'cause you similar
Pretending to be hard, oh my god, check your temperature
Screamin' Compton but you can't return
You ain't heard?
Brothas pissed cause you switched and escaped to the burbs
Mob on to this new era, cause we untouchable
Still can't believe that you got Pac rushin' you, uppin' you
Bless the real, all the rest get killed
Who can you trust? Only time reveals
Toss it up

Toss it up (yeah no doubt)

Play on player, play on

How can some non-players do a song about tossing it up?
Do a player song?
How can non-players do that?
(You better check the weight scale..
you are not Lil' Kim , you fat little trick)
[dissing Queen Pen - label mates with Blackstreet/Teddy Riley]

Teddy Riley
Who?
Puffy
I read your little interview boy
You still ain't touching us
With all that peace talk
I don't care if you kiss me ass from here to across the street boy
It's on, it's on

Yeah we took your beat
Y'all know who's beat we took
Yeah we took your beat
'Cause you wasn't rocking it right
I'm tired of suckers rocking beats that don't belong..
It's ours right now
This' our beat
Tossing it up

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 10 - Dear Mama

2011-02-15T05:59:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
DEAR MAMA

You are appreciated

When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years-old, kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time
I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school and scared to go home
I was a fool
With the big boys, breakin' all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddies, the same drama
When things went wrong, we'd blame mama
I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary
(Hey!) I see the penitentiary one day
And runnin' from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[CHORUS]
Lady..
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?

Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy
'cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, 'cause my anger
wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin' for a father, he was gone
I hung around with the thugs
and even though they sold drugs
they showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin'
I needed money of my own so I started slangin'
I ain't guilty 'cause even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox
I love payin' rent when the rent's due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
'Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin' home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin' with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[CHORUS]
Lady..
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
and dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?

Pour out some liquor and I reminisce
'cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act crazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night
there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[CHORUS]
Lady..
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
and dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?

Sweet lady
and dear mama

Dear mama
Lady

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 11 - All About U [ featuring Nate Dogg - Top Dogg - Outlawz ]

2011-02-15T05:43:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
ALL ABOUT U
[ featuring Nate Dogg - Top Dogg - Outlawz ]

- 2Pac - Ah yeah
- Dru Down - Yeuh!
- 2Pac - It's all about you, one time!
- Dru Down - I'mma say it's all about you baby, yeah
- 2Pac - Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you
It's all about you
- Dru Down - This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac
You know what I'm sayin'?
- 2Pac - It's all about you
- Dru Down - Yeah I'm gonna say it's all about you
but you know I'm lyin' though, hah! Yeuh

- 2Pac -
You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light
but how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
Thinkin' I had her but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin' with the wrong one, uh!
Wise decisions, based on lies we livin'
Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
You could be rollin' with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin' for some love
In every club, I see you starin' like you want it
Well baby if you got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin' these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla but you tell me you taken
Sayin' you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin'
Guess it's true what they tellin' me
Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity
So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you wit it
Fantasies of us sweatin', can I hit it? (Hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do, but still true
What I'm sayin' Boo, is this is all about you

- Nate Dogg -
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
(Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!)
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

- 2Pac -
I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know
I'll have you hollerin' my name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out
with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggas
cause we comin' from the same place
Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care
Creep though, weed smoke's into the air
Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes
waitin' for niggas at the end, of every show
I just seen you in my friend's video
Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through..
It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga!
It's all about you!

- Nate Dogg -
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

- Outlawz -
Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?
It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think it's all about you? Well Boo
I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggas, too

You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll
Straight in control, flows 'll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy go in next
Gold diggin', cold diggin' a gold Rolex

I slide in easily, try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin' me
Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya
At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia

- Nate Dogg -
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

- Snoop Dogg -
I'm tellin ya, it's the same ol' shit
I mean.. god damn, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm sittin back, watchin' Montell Jordan video
I see the same bitch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video
Then I flip the channel
I'm checkin' out my homeboy Tupac video
I see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin?
And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' fucked up
I'm watchin' a Million Man March
And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March
that was in, the homeboy Warren G video!
I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go
I see the same hoe
Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real
Yeah

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 12 - To Live & Die in L.A. [ featuring Val Young ]

2011-02-15T05:16:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
TO LIVE & DIE IN LA
[ featuring Val Young ]

- Dominique - Street Science, you're on the air
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?
- Man - I love Tupac's new record
- Dominique - Right, but don't you feel like that creates
a tension between East and West ?
He's talking about killing people
I had sex with your wife and not in those words
but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased

- 2Pac -
No doubt... to live and die in LA
California -- what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun
and everybody got love

- 2Pac -
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasing
Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted about it
Nigga got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on him
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessing, plea bargain ain't an option now,
So I'm stressing, cost me more to be free than a life in the pen
Making money off of cuss words, writing again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset liking the scene
What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing

[CHORUS] x2
- Val Young -
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see

- 2Pac -
It's the City of Angels and constant danger
South Central LA, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry
'cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now
Living life Thug style, so I can't smile
Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinking Cali just fun and bitches, ha ha ha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggas copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
'cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight amongst each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
To live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[CHORUS] x2
- Val Young -
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see

- 2Pac -
'cause would it be LA without Mexicans?
Black love, brown pride, and the sets again
Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way
Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood
But recognize and it's all good, where the weed at?
Niggas getting shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker perved out, M.O.B.
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggas with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it pay
Getting high watching time fly, to live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[CHORUS] x2
- Val Young -
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see

- 2Pac -
This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumping my shit
Making my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, he he
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherfuckers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all you all motherfuckers
LA , California Love part motherfucking Two
Without gay ass Dre

Tupac Shakur [1998] - Greatest Hits disc 2 - track 13 - Heartz of Men

2011-02-15T04:23:00.000-08:00

Tupac Shakur
HEARTZ OF MEN

Ah, Suge , what I tell you nigga?
When I come out of jail what was I gonna do?
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right?
Watch this.. hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga
The binoculars

Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga, time to ride
Grab your bulletproof vest nigga
'cause its gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas
what it's like on this side, the real side
Now on this ride there's gonna be some real mothafuckas
and there's gonna be some pussies
Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The pussies are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize
'cause the ride get tricky
See you got some niggas on your side
that say they're your friends
But in real life they your enemies
And then you got some mothafuckas
that say they your enemies
But in real life they eyes is on your money
See the enemies will say they true
But in real life those niggas will be the snitches
It's a dirty game y'all
Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with
and who you don't fuck with
'Cause the shit get wild y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, Baby
Keep your mind on your riches

911 it's a emergency , cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
Shit, I'm legendary niggas, scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise than a liar
cowards die
my mama told me when I was to see
Just a vicious mothafucker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver
when I deliver criminal lyrics
from a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere, Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, that's what they tell me
So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary bitches
like a south paw you get let
And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'
I rip the crowd, then I start again
Internally I live in sin
until the moment that they let me breathe again
The heartz of men

[CHORUS]
The heartz of men

My lyrical verse with so much pain
that to some niggas it hurts
My guns bust
And if you ain't one of us
it gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swollen
in fly mode
I'm a homicidal outlaw
and five-o, get your lights on, fight long
tonight's gonna be a fuckin' fight
so we might roll
My own homies say I'm heartless
But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless
Drive by, niggas bow down
thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up
first nigga gettin' drugged out
I can be a villain if ya let me
I'll Mothafuck ya
if ya do upset me
tell the cops to come and get me
rip the crowd like a phone number
Then start again, don't have no mothafuckin' friends nigga
Look inside the heartz of men

[CHORUS]
In the heartz of men
In the heartz of men

To all my niggas
engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
No longer living in fear
my pistol close in hand
Convinced this is my year
like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a don
If niggas is having problems
smoke 'em, fire and bomb
I died and came back,
I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
Thuggin' is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowing
scarred up
but still flowing
energized and still going
Uh, can it be fate
that makes a sick mothafucka break
On these jealous ass coward 'cause they evil and fake
What will it take ?
Give me that bass line
I'm feeling bombed
Death Row baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat
and let me start again
Represent
'cause I've been sent
The heartz of men

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 01 - 3 Peat

2011-02-05T12:30:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
3 PEAT

Yes sir!
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 however you want it
you can get it tonight hoe
And all night hoe, I get the beat from ( Maestro )
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 tryn'a 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 it's too nasty, spit it back at me
Two more inches, I'd been in that casket
According to the doctor, I could've 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 it's growing white hair
Young Money baby
Yeah we right here
I'm gonna make sure we ball 'til 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 it's nothing to it
Yea I got game like Stuart ... Scott
Fresh out the ESPN shop
And when Sports Center popping
everything's 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 TV
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

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 02 - Mr. Carter [ featuring Jay-Z ]

2011-02-05T12:08:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
MR. CARTER
[ featuring Jay-Z ]

- Lil Wayne -
I feel big, you 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, uh (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

- Lil Wayne -
Yeah, to you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say "Judge!" I'mma 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 tryn'a see the roof
Didn't wear a bulletproof
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] x2
- 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?) In case you wonderin'! Hah!

- 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're 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 Hollygrove
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] x2
- 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?) In case you wonderin'!

- Jay-Z -
Shyea
I'm right here, in my chair ,with my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share my 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)

- 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 Status 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

- 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

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 03 - A Milli

2011-02-05T11:55:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
A MILLI

Young Money
Ya Dig?

A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career, this isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet
In my mind 'cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time
'cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers hahahaha
you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em
I go by them goon rules
if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em
You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher
Motherfucker, I'm ill

A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair
With coke in the derriere
Like smoking the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me
Like look at that bastard Weezy
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfucking problem
Okay, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothing, nothing.. you ain't scarin' nothing
On some faggot bullshit call him Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick
Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch
hahahaha, yeah nigga, that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money
when you through don't be surprised bitch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
And I'm okay but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick
yeah my Glock sick and my knot thick
I'm it! Motherfucker, I'm ill!

Yeah
See..
They say I'm rapping like Big , Jay , n Tupac , Andre 3000
where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
Who that say they're gonna beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't BIC, but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that boy?
You all knew that, true that, swallow
And I be the shit now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
Haha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
Ha, Tony told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was sour
don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips poking out the Coupe look like it's pouting
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it bitch
I could turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me
Don't you compare me 'cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me, but they hear me
They don't feel me, but they fear me
I'm Ill-ie
C3
3P
Hahahaha

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 04 - Got Money [ featuring T-Pain ]

2011-02-05T11:38:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
GOT MONEY
[ featuring T-Pain ]

- T-Pain - Lil Wayne -
Yeah
I need a Winn Dixie grocery bag
full of money right now to the VIP section
You got Young Mula in the house it's amazing baby
Hahah, yeah
Young.. yeah.. yeah.. Young.. yeah..
Young Mula baby

[CHORUS]
- T-Pain -
If you got money, and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
this a way (uhuh), that a way (uhuh)
this a way (uhuh), that a way (yeah)
If you get mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
this a way (uhuh), that a way (uhuh)
this a way (uhuh), that a way

- Lil Wayne -
I was bouncing through the club
She love the way I ditty bop
I see her boyfriend hating like a city cop
Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fitted cocked
Said I ain't never been a chicken but my Semi cocked
Now where ya bar at? I'm trying run it out
And we so 'bout it, 'bout it, now what are you 'bout?
DJ showed them love
he said my name when the music stop
Young Money Lil Wayne, then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry
Yeah Young Wayne on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make it rain on them hoes
( Young Money )

[CHORUS]
- T-Pain - Lil Wayne -
If you got money, and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
this a way (uhuh), that a way (uhuh)
this a way (uhuh), that a way (yeah)
If you get mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
this a way (uhuh), that a way (uhuh)
this a way (uhuh), that a way

- Lil Wayne -
It go 1 for the money, 2 for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll
(Chris) yeah, like some clap on lights in this bitch
I'm gonna be clappin' all night in this bitch
Lights off, mask on, creep silent
She smiling, he muggin, who cares
'Cause my goons, are right here
Like it's nothing, to a big dog
And I am a Great Dane, I wear 8 chains
I mean so much ice, they yell "Skate Wayne"
She wanna fuck Weezy
She wanna rape Wayne

[CHORUS]
- T-Pain - Lil Wayne -

Okay, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make it rain on them hoes

- Lil Wayne -
Like yeah, and everyone say it
Mr. Rain Man can we have a rainy day?
Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella
ella , ella , ella , eh
Bitch ain't shit but a hoe and a trick
But you know it ain't tricking if you got it
You know we ain't fucking, if you not thick
And I'll cool your ass down if you think you hot shit
So Rolex watch this, I do it four, five, six
My click-clack go da-black-po-pip
And just like it, I blow that shit
'Cause, bitch I'm the bomb like tick, tick
(bitch!)

[CHORUS]
- T-Pain - Lil Wayne -

Yeah it's Young Wayne on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make it rain on them hoes
Yeah Young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love, T-Pain on them hoes
(uhuh)

Um, Young Mula baby!

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 05 - Comfortable [ featuring Babyface ]

2011-02-05T11:30:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
COMFORTABLE
[ featuring Babyface ]

[CHORUS]
- Babyface -
I'm not saying this to shake you up sing
I'm just saying this to wake you up saying
It's all good when we're making love
All I'm asking is don't take our love for granted
'cause granted my love for you is real (oh)
If you don't love me, somebody else will
Baby girl don't you.. ever..
get too.. comfortable (comfortable)

- Lil Wayne -
To the left, to the left
If you wanna leave, be my guest you can step
Feeling (Irreplaceable) listening to ( Beyonce )
Well okay I put you out on your (B'Day)
Hey, now if you rocking with Weezy
Bedroom in the bank baby we safe
I got game like EA , but I wanna let you play
And don't I treat you like souffle?
Don't I look at you like I see a new day?
And don't I do what I do say?
I'm through talking so I'm gonna let you 'face
And let ye do ye

[CHORUS]
- Babyface -
I'm not saying this to shake you up sing
I'm just saying this to wake you up saying
It's all good when we're making love
All I'm asking is don't take our love for granted
'cause granted my love for you is real (oh)
If you don't love me, somebody else will
Baby girl don't you.. ever..
get too.. comfortable (comfortable)

- Lil Wayne -
Yeah, let me catch my breath
Talking 'bout leaving, and you ain't gone yet
And if you leave, leave correct
And I'm gonna send a jet to pick up the next
And if you leave, you leaving the best
So you will have to settle for less
And I am no Elliott Ness
I don't handcuff, I don't arrest
I do confess to the virgins see
'cause under the sheets I am a mess
Yes, baby you're blessed
Now just don't jump your nest, come on

[CHORUS]
- Babyface -
I'm not saying this to shake you up sing
I'm just saying this to wake you up saying
It's all good when we're making love
All I'm asking is don't take our love for granted
'cause granted my love for you is real (oh)
If you don't love me, somebody else will
Baby girl don't you.. ever..
get too.. comfortable (comfortable)

- Lil Wayne -
Yeah, it's no sweat, no sweat
I would never 1, 2, 3, 4-get about
You, your love, your sex
You know I work you out like Bowflex
He he, I jokes no stress
Love, live life, proceed, progress
Make sure the neighbors get no rest
We can get together, never disconnect
Yeah, yo' back yo' neck
Funny how that song hasn't got old yet
To us, so let's project
You stay in, never incorrect 'face

[CHORUS]
- Babyface -
I'm not saying this to shake you up sing
I'm just saying this to wake you up saying
It's all good when we're making love
All I'm asking is don't take our love for granted
'cause granted my love for you is real (oh)
If you don't love me, somebody else will
Baby girl don't you.. ever..
get too.. comfortable (comfortable)

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 06 - Dr. Carter

2011-02-05T11:01:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
DR. CARTER

- Nurse - Lil Wayne -
(Where's my coffee?)
Good morning Doctor Carter (hey sweetie)
Looks like its going to be a long day
(ah another one what we got?)
Your first patient (yeah)
Is suffering from a lack of concept (uhuh)
Originality (ugh)
His flow is weak (Another one)
And he has no style (Ugh)
What you got for 'em?

- Lil Wayne -
Okay, let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on
Dr.Carter to the rescue, excuse me if I'm late
But like a thief it takes time to be this great
Ha! So just wait
Your style is a disgrace
Your rhymes are fifth place and I'm just grace
One , uno , ace
and I'm trying to make your heart beat like bass
But your sweet like cake and I come to fix
whatever you shall break
Where is your originality?
You are so fake so picture me like a gallery
Capture what I say
All I need is one mic, all I need is one take
Like hey, brighter then the sun ray
got a pistol on the playground
Watch the gun play like no kidding
No kids in the way, but the kids do watch.
Gotta watch what we say, gotta work everyday
Gotta not be cliche, gotta stand out like Andre 3K
Gotta kick it, kick it like the sensei
You gotta have faith you gotta, gotta wait, wait

Okay, respect is in the heart
So that's where I'm gonna start
And a lot of heart patients don't make it
Now hey kids, plural I graduated
'Cause you could get through anything if Magic made it
And that was called recycling, or re-reciting
something 'cause you just like it
so you say it just like it
Some say it's biting, but I say it's enlightening
Besides, Dr. Kanye West is one of the brightest
And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest
And Dr. Jeezy can fix your back up the nicest
Arthritis in my hand from writing
But I'm a doctor, they don't understand my writing
So I stop writing, now I'm like lighting
And you ain't Vince Young
so don't clash with the Titans
Fast and exciting, my passion is frighting
Now let me put some more vocab in your I.V.
Here take this Vicodin , like it and love it
And confidence has no budget so pay me no mind
I don't walk like I talk it 'cause I'm running
I don't do it 'cause I done it
and I'm in the emergency punnet

Swagger tighter then a yeast infection
Fly, go hard like geese erection
Fashion patrol police detection
I stay tight like Chinese connection
I stay tight like pussy at night
Baby don't get me wrong I could do that pussy right
But I'm too wrong to write, too fresh to fight
Too paid to freestyle, too paid to freestyle
I had to say it twice, swagger so nice
And don't ask me shit unless it concern a price
And I don't rap fast, I rap slow
'cause I mean every letter in the words
in the sentence of my quotes
Swagger just flow sweeter then honey oats
That swagger I got it, I wear it like a coat
Wait, as I put the light down his throat
I can only see flow, his blood starting to flow
His lungs starting to grow, this one starting to show
Strong signs of life
Where's the stitches, here's the knife
Smack his face, his eyes open
I reply with a nice "welcome back"
Hip hop I saved your life

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 07 - Phone Home

2011-02-05T10:50:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
PHONE HOME

- Dre -
This is, this is, this is, this is
We are not the same I am a martian
We are not the same I am a martian

- Female voice -
Greetings from planet Weezy, we will begin transmission in
5, 4, 3, 2, 1

[CHORUS]
- Lil Wayne - Dre -
Phone home, Weezy
Phone home, Weezy
Phone home, Weezy
Phone home, Weezy
And if you feel like the best
go 'head and do the Weezy Wee and
Phone home, Weezy
Phone home, Weezy

- Lil Wayne -
We are not the same I am a Martian
And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas
Lock, load, ready to aim at any target
I could get your brains for a bargain
Like I bought it from target
Hip hop is my supermarket
Shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists
I'm starving, sorry I gotta eat all it
And I'll be back in the morning

[CHORUS]
- Lil Wayne - Dre -
Phone home, Weezy
Phone home, Weezy
Phone home, Weezy
Phone home, Weezy
And if you feel like the best
go 'head and do the Weezy Wee and
Phone home, Weezy
Phone home, Weezy

- Lil Wayne -
We are not the same I am a alien
Like Gonzales , young college student who done
Just flipped the game like Houston, I'm used to
Promethazine in two cups, I'm screwed up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up
Flow so sick make you wanna throw your food up
Ice water chest, and my wrist like a cool cup
Two twin clippers, I give your ass a crew cut
I get bread like cold cuts, you know what?
Your girl go down fast, come up slow
but I never slow up
Weezy

[CHORUS]
- Lil Wayne - Dre -

- Lil Wayne -
They don't make 'em like me no more
Matter fact, they never made it like me before
I'm rare like Mr. Clean with hair
No break lights on my car rear
I never hate life, and I never had fear
I rap like I done, died, and gone to heaven, I swear
And yeah I'm a bear like black and white hair
So I'm polar
And they can't get on my system
'cause my system is the solar
I am so far from the outhers, I mean others
I could eat them for supper
get in my spaceship and hover , hover

[CHORUS]
- Lil Wayne - Dre -

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 08 - Tie My Hands [ featuring Robin Thicke ]

2011-02-05T10:40:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
TIE MY HANDS
[ featuring Robin Thicke]

- Robin Thicke -
We are at war with the universe, the sky is falling
And the only thing that can save us now
is sensitivity and compassion

Daa da da, da da da daa da da
Daa da da, da da da daa da da

But I know one thing's for sure
I'm gonna get my kicks before it all burns down

- Lil Wayne -
Yeah, some say tragedy's hard to get over
But sometimes that tragedy means it's over
Soldier, from the academy league of rollers
I deny being down though they seem to hold us
My shoulders are strong, I prove 'em wrong
I ain't doing nothing but moving on
Let the truth be known
But they talked that freedom at us
And didn't even leave a ladder, damn

- Robin Thicke -
I work at the corner store
We all got problems, problems
No one's gonna fly down low
No one's gonna save us now
How you feel you're not alone
We're all just jealous, jealous
We don't reach the sky no more
We just can't overcome, no

[CHORUS]
- Robin Thicke -
You tie my hands what am I gonna be?
What have I done so bad?
What is my destiny?
You tie my hands, what I am I suppose to see?
What have I done so bad?
What am I gonna be?

- Lil Wayne -
I knock on the door, hope isn't home
Fate's not around, the lucks all gone
Don't ask me what's wrong, ask me what's right
And I'mma tell you what's life, and did you know?
I lost everything, but I ain't the only the one
First came the hurricane, then the morning sun
Excuse me if I'm on one
And don't trip if I light one, I walk a tight one
They try tell me, keep my eyes open
My whole city underwater, some people still floatin'
And they wonder why black people still voting
'Cause your president still choking
Take away the football team, the basketball team
And all we got is me to represent New Orleans, shit
No governor, no help from the mayor
Just a steady beating heart and a wish and a prayer

- Robin Thicke -
These friends they come and go
But I got family, family
These kids so fast they grow
They learn so quickly now
That there's nowhere to go
That there's no future, future
Don't make this here so low
And we can't overcome, no

[CHORUS]
- Robin Thicke -
You tie my hands what am I gonna be?
What have I done so bad?
What is my destiny?
You tie my hands, what I am I suppose to see?
What have I done so bad?
What am I gonna be?

- Lil Wayne -
And if you come from under that water then there's fresh air
Just breathe baby, God's got a blessing to spare
Yes I know the process is so much stress
But it's the progress that feels the best
'Cause I came from the projects straight to success
and you're next
so try, they can't steal your pride, it's inside
Then find it and keep on grinding
'Cause in every dark cloud there's a silver lining
I know

- Lil Wayne -
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See right now we just riding on love
A shot in the dark
We ain't tryin' to do nothing but hit the heart
We need love
That's all y'all, that's all

[CHORUS] x2
- Robin Thicke -
You tie my hands what am I gonna be?
What have I done so bad?
What is my destiny?
You tie my hands, what I am I suppose to see?
What have I done so bad?
What am I gonna be?

Yeah, Born right here in the USA
But, due to tragedy looked on by the whole world as a refugee
So accept my emotion
Do not take it as an offensive gesture
It's just the epitome of my soul
And I must be me
We got spirit y'all, we got spirit
We got soul y'all, we got soul
They don't want us to see, but we already know

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 09 - Mrs. Officer [ featuring Bobby Valentino ]

2011-02-05T02:56:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
MRS. OFFICER
[ featuring Bobby Valentino ]

[CHORUS]
- Bobby Valentino -
When I get up all in ya (yeah)
We can hear the angels calling us (chea)
We can see the sunrise before us (yeah)
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
(She know what I mean)
I make it say..
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (Wee)
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (Wee)
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (hey)
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (hahaha)
I'll make ya say..

- Lil Wayne -
(Yeah) Doing a buck in the latest drop
I got stopped by a lady cop
Haha.. she got me thinking I can date a cop
Haha.. 'cause her uniform pants are so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in the car, she cut off all the lights
She said I had the right to remain silent
Now I got her hollering sounding like a siren
Talkin' bout..
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (yea)
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (yea)
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (yea)
And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss
And she know I get high above the law
And she know I'm raw, she know it from the street
And all she want me to do is fuck the police
Talkin' about..
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (yea)
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (yea)

[CHORUS]
- Bobby Valentino -
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us (yeah)
We can see the sunrise before us (umm)
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say..
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (yeah)
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (yeah)
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (hey)
I'll make ya say..

- Lil Wayne -
Haha.. And after we got done
I said "Lady what's ya number?" she said "911"
Ha.. emergency only
Head doctor perform surgery on me
Yeah.. and now I'm healed
I make her wear nothing but handcuffs and heels
And I beat it like a cop
Rodney King baby yeah I beat it like a cop
Haha.. beat it like a cop
Rodney King baby said beat it like a cop
But I ain't tryn'a be violent
But I'll do the time but her love is timeless
Mrs. Officer..
I know you wish ya name was Mrs. Carter huh?
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee (yeah)
Wee ooh wee ooh wee like a cop car

[CHORUS]
- Bobby Valentino -
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say..
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee

Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
I'll make ya say..

- Kid Kid -
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm kid kid.. my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every lady cop all over
That ass so big I catch a battery to hold ya
My hands so big you thought I told ya to pull it over
She pulled me over.. pulled me out the rover
Then she pulled me closer
threw me in the back of the car
Put me in handcuffs start ripping my pants off
(all you heard on the dispatcher is..)
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee

[CHORUS]
- Bobby Valentino -
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say...

- Bobby Valentino -
Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key
Call your sergeant
and tell him you can't finish your shift
'Cause it's on.. tonight
Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and head
And I can't wait to get it on
Wanna do it all night long.. Mrs. Officer

[CHORUS]
- Bobby Valentino -
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say...
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee

Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
Wee ooh wee ooh wee
I'll make you say..

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 10 - Let the Beat Build

2011-02-05T02:46:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
LET THE BEAT BUILD

Yea, I see you big bro
I'm gonna kill these niggas man, yeah
Haha.. straight off the block with it
Eagle street to be specific
I'm peeping at you people different
I pay my dues, you keep the difference
I can see the end in the beginning
So I'm not racing, I'm just sprinting
'cause I don't wanna finish
They diminish, I replenish
Scientific, I'm out this world hoe
I wear bright red, like a girl toe, no homo
Fingernail dirty
I been counting dirty money since 12:30 A.M.
weigh them
If they short take them right and back, spray him, amen
Yea, I can do my Wayne
And everytime I do it, I do my thang
Yeah believe that like a true story
Rims big make the car look like it's two stories
If I hop out, that'll be suicide, no back seats
Call it paralyzed
I don't have a spine, I don't fantasize
I mastermind, then go after mine
You see I handle mine, I dismantle mine
I told her tool box, bitch it's hammer time
So excuse me as I nail 'em
toss and scale 'em, just repel 'em
I'm gonna kill 'em, someone tell 'em I'm gonna kill 'em
I'm gonna fill 'em up, his mama can't tell 'em
And the doctors can't heal 'em
I'm gonna kill 'em and resell 'em, I know you smell 'em
If you want it, you can just yell it
Three in the morning at your telly
Whole key go for 20, half a key go for 11
After me there will be nothing, I am legend
And I'm Will Smith
Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch

That's how you let the beat build, bitch
Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch
Let the beat build bitch
And the beat goes boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
It goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Now say it (yeah)

Come on just a snare in the 808
Weezy baby on the mic , DOA
Okay I'd like to thank Kanye
And my nigga Deezle for giving me this diesel
Like a F-350, tank never empty
Damn everybody in the bank act friendly
Used to think my shit didn't stank, boy was I wrong
Approving million dollar deals from my iPhone
I'm gonna take it 1, 2 way back
Like a silk wifebeater and a wavecap
Or the wave pool at Blue Bayou
And I waved fool as I blew by you
Hello how are you?
I can buy you, but I wouldn't try you
Feed you to pyru
I know what I'm doing
I show improvement, show improvement
And I know just to go into it
Can never amount to going through it
But whatever how you want to do it, we can do it
Like we lay, ay wait, weezy let me just get the 808..
as I hit the kill switch..
Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch

That's how you let the beat build bitch
That's how you let the beat build bitch
Let the beat build bitch
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the beat goes boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Now everybody say yeah
And I am the best rapper alive
I am the best rapper alive
And I will eat you alive
Then I will get in a nigga chest
Like a bunch of phlegm
Like a fucking ram, I'm a hook, I'm a lamb
I'm gonna dump a man in a dumpster can
You ain't a soldier ask Uncle Sam
Hair nappy like Pam
Nigga fuck your plan, fuck your man
You ain't a pimp, unless you get the same bitch
Fuck your man, and fuck your plan
And all my bitches know that's my plan
Oh goddamn, there's my sam-ple
Play it like that's my band
Gotta get it cleared
Suck my dick with red lipstick
And don't let it smear
And I got a lot tattoos
And I meant every tear
And I'm still on that street shit
Back to the beat bitch

That's how you let the beat build bitch
Now that's how you let the beat build bitch
Let the beat build and say (yea, yea)
And the beat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
It goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Now everybody say it.. yea
And the beat goes boom, boom, boom, boom
It goes boom, boom, boom, boom
The beat goes boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom
Now say it (yeah, yeah)

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 11 - Shoot Me Down [ featuring D. Smith ]

2011-02-05T02:28:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
SHOOT ME DOWN
[ featuring D. Smith ]

Page 1, chapter 1, verse motherfucking 1
Yeah, uhuh
I'm Drinking hot tea, bitch
Feel me, now if you let me you won't regret me
Shit if you let me you won't forget me
Remember? And if you don't then ponder
Hold up! Pop! Pop! there's a reminder
I ain't kinda hot, I'm sauna
I sweat money and the bank is my shower
And that pistol is my towel, so stop sweating me coward
And I would die for ours, ride for hours, supply the flowers
This is history in the making
Now shut the fuck up and let me make it

[Chorus]
Please don't shoot me down
'cause I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm higher
Please don't shoot me down; I'm flying, I'm higher

I swear this tea is at a real good temperature right now

I spit Alcatraz bars I know
And D Boys is the only alphabet boys I know
Got a 380 on my waist and Rambo back home
No more bandanna 'round my dome
Bandana in my right pocket, bitch I'm grown
Fuck what you want
Watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne
And if I jump I'm going to fly and look into the eagles eye
and see I am lookin' like you, why?
Bitch see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me
And if you're shootin' for the stars then just shoot me
But your bullets don't reach Mars , haws , claws
because I'm a beast, I'm a dawg, I'll get you
My picture should be in the dictionary
next to the definition of definition
Because repetition is the father of learning
and son i know your barrel burning but..

[Chorus]
Please don't shoot me down
'cause I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm higher
Please don't shoot me down; I'm flying, I'm higher

Ay! Talk to my daddy
Pop, I did it to 'em, I'm a bastard
and I'm going to do it again like nigga backwards
These niggas backwards, but they behind us
Now watch me get high like times up
Now D bring the drums back
and watch me hit them where there lungs at like that
I get respect 'cause if don't I'm going to take it
I see your boys hating and i see your girls naked
It sounds like a naked gun, switch clips with my thumb
and I pop another clip in and aim at his vision
'Cause Wayne is his vision, cause Wayne is the mission
I'm aiming at a mirror

[CHORUS]
Please don't shoot me down 'cause I'm flying, I'm flying
(and I've done it before, please don't make me do it anymore)
I'm higher
Please don't shoot me down (watch me soar)
I'm flying
(where the fuck is my guitar, now roar)
I'm higher

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 12 - Lollipop [ featuring Static Major ]

2011-02-05T02:15:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
LOLLIPOP
[ featuring Static Major ]

Ow, Uhuh, Young Mula Baby
I say he so sweet make her wanna lick the wrapper
So I let her lick the wrapper

[4x]
She lick me like a lollipop

[CHORUS 1] x2
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps

- Lil Wayne -
Okay, little mama had a swag like mine
She even wear her hair down her back like mine
I make her feel right when it's wrong like lying
Man, she ain't never had a love like mine
And man I ain't never seen an ass like hers
And that pussy in my mouth had me loss for words
Told her back it up like erp erp
And I made that ass jump like jerk, jerk
And that's when she lick me like a lollipop
(oh yeah I like that)
She lick me like a lollipop (I like that)
She lick me like a lollipop (I like that)
She lick me like a lollipop

[CHORUS 1]
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps

[CHORUS 2]
Shawty wanna thug (oh yeah I like that)
Bottles in the club (oh yeah I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps

- Static Major -
Okay after you back it up and stop
Drop it shawty, drop it like it's hot
Oh, drop it like it's hot
Do it shawty don't stop

- Lil Wayne -
Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't this
Shawty said the nigga that she with can't hit
But shawty I'm a hit it, hit it like I can't miss
And he can't do this
And he doesn't do that

Shawty need a a refund, need to bring that nigga back
Just like a refund I make her bring that ass back
And she bring that ass back
Because I like that

[CHORUS 2]
Shawty wanna thug (oh yeah I like that)
Bottles in the club (oh yeah I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps

She lick me like a lollipop
She lick me like a lollipop
She lick me like a lollipop
So I let her lick the wrapper
Like a lollipop

[4x]
Call me so I can make it juicy for you
Call me so I can get it juicy for you

[CHORUS 1]
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps

I get her on top, she drop it like it hot
And when I'm at the bottom, she Hillary Rodham
The middle of the bed, giving, getting head
giving, getting head, giving, getting head

I said mhm.. I like that
Said oo.. I like that
I said mhm.. I like that
Mhmm

Call me so I can come and do it for yo
Call me so I can come and prove it for yo
Call me so I can make it juicy for you
Call me so I can get it juicy for you

Shawty wanna lick me like a lollipop
she lick me like a lollipop
She said he's so sweet
makes her wanna lick the wrapper
So I let her lick the wrapper

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 13 - La La [ featuring Brisco & Busta Rhymes ]

2011-02-05T01:59:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
La La
[ featuring Brisco & Busta Rhymes ]

[4x]
La, la la la, la, la la la la

- Lil Wayne -
(Uh!)
Sittin' in a Caddy , right like Betty
Floatin up the aisle like the bride and her daddy
Hip hop addict, hip hop addict
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but get Dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds , cardinals and canaries
Fuck me, I'm all about " Oui " like Paris
Hilton Presidential Suite already
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy
I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy
Oscar De La Hoya , box you like a casket
Or Diego Coralles , nigga keep jabbin'
See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy , nigga write a parody
But I ain't tellin jokes.. apparently
A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her, you kill me, and nigga I ain't bout to die
See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face
and I just want to break out and fly
Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride

[CHORUS]
Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

- Brisco -
My paint bubble-ish, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kiss
Hershey 's ... I'm hyphee, thump it like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit I be ballin' like a Piston
Boy did I mention I fly like a pigeon
Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin'
I'm 9 under par in the Bentley golf cart
Your Polo be cream but the Prada's Caviar (yeah!)
Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin'
You told me (sip this) then call me in the morning (yeah)
And I vow I never trust another one (another woman)
In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah)

[CHORUS]
Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

- Busta Rhymes -
See I ain't goin' nowhere bitch
You know a nigga been home honey
Money fuckin' retarded, call it Down Syndrome money
My cake sick shit, been diagnosed Sickle Cell brain
The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock
These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine just like a sparkle from clean glass
They movin on a nigga as I walk through the valley, ready?
And zoomin wit the cameras like I'm dickin down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you niggas can't believe
Like purchase persons, places
all them things that you can't conceive
Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet
I hope you niggas know just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper niggas know I'm handlin' my biz

[CHORUS]
Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 14 - Playing With Fire [ featuring Betty Wright ]

2011-02-05T01:36:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
PLAYING WITH FIRE
[ featuring Betty Wright ]

So you've got so many diamonds
You wear all the finest clothes
And your grill is shining
As you're driving down the streets of gold

[HOOK]
But you can't blame me if I set this stage on fire

Mama always told me I was crazy
My hoes say I'm amazing
But I don't listen to a lady
But the bitch say I'm hot
And I say "No bitch, I'm blazing"
like what the fuck do you expect? I'm motherfucking Cajun
I feel caged in my mind
It's like my flow doing time, I goes crazy inside
but when it comes out it's fine, like wine, wait, watch, see
I get better in time like a watch osh-be-gosh- posh
Spice husband couldn't kick it like, I kick it bitch, I kicks it
No cereal like a landing I sticks it
Whatever she asks me, after she licks it
That's too explicit, well why you listening?
(sniff) I smell smoke, is somethin' sizzling?
That's a pussy, so hey pussy play with pussy or play pussy

[HOOK]
But you can't blame me if I set this stage on fire

They say you're nobody 'til somebody kills you
Well why I'm from your nobody 'til you kill somebody
And you know what they say
when you're great, it's not murder, it's assassinate
so assassinate me bitch!
'cause I'm doing the same shit Martin Luther King did
checking in the same hotel
and the same suite bitch, same balcony like
"Assassinate me bitch!" slim toche
I don't rap, I film movies
hear my rap, you can call me Mr. Director's Chair
yeah, and that's a wrap, cut on to the next
not the next scene, bitch, the next check
some say that ex makes the sex spec
so play with the pussy or play pussy

Hey pussy, hey pussy, get 'em

Straight off the corner of apple and eagle
Braveheart bitch like the times of medieval
Married to the game that warns the cathedral
Standing on the corner, selling porcelain to people
Forced into evil, it's all in you head, it's all so cerebral
Call me Knievel you follow and I'll lead you
straight to the needle the bottles
the battles, the beetles will eat you
Mama named Cita , I love you Cita
Remember when yo pussy 2nd husband tried to beat you?
Remember when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver?
He ain't give a fuck, I ain't give a fuck neither
He could see the devil (see the devil) in my features
You can smell it either, you could see Cita
You could see the Cita (see the Cita) in my features
'cause she don't play neither

[HOOK]
But you can't blame me if I set this stage on fire

Cita , 3P

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 15 - You Ain't Got Nuthin' [ featuring Juelz Santana & Fabolous ]

2011-02-05T01:14:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
YOU AIN'T GOT NUTHIN'
[ featuring Juelz Santana & Fabolous ]

- Fabolous -
Yes! What it look like Alch ?
Tryin' to show the niggas, man
It's that Street Fam man, we rep that
Loso , Street fi-di-di-di-dam yes!

I'm with (101) niggas, we ( dalmation doggy) b (yes)
And fly with the tongue
so if you feeling froggy leap (come on)
Kermit , you better think before you ribbit
Don't get murdered over your song, before you ad-lib it
I pop up like ( Xzibit ), but given I'm at your crib it's (yea)
Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (nah)
Fuck getting your (ride pimped), you'll get hog-tied, wimp
Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (hahaha)
It's been a good year
maybe I should ride blimp (what you think?)
'Cause your boy just stay above the game
They trying to tag him, spray a brother frame
But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another name (go 'head, go 'head)
Take this family for a joke
play them ( Wayan brothers ) games
And (I'mma Git You Sucka )
I be schemin' with this ( Keenan ) (that's right)
Aimin' with this ( Damon )
I'm putting that ( Major Payne ) in
My lil' man is on ya, ( Marlon and Shawn ) ya (yeah)
Lay the beef on his noodle
make some Luger lasagna (whoo!)
40 Cal fettuccine , trey pound pasta
You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian nigga
You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (yes)
I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (yes)
The drop top, they say it's ( Ocean Drive ) inspired
So you can ( Call A Cab ), once your bitch falls for Fab

[CHORUS]
- Lil Wayne -
Uh, I get money like a mo'fucker
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Ow, I'm gettin money like a mo'fucka
Yeah, money you ain't never see
Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me

- Juelz Santana -
Mr. HD, high definition
That's how I'm comin' at you niggas, ya dig?
It's Santana Ay! Hahaa

I'm on the grind 'til the police come (yeah)
With that pistol on my side boy, don't be dumb
Or, I let that semi twirl ya (get 'em)
Now you can follow the drip
'Cause one shot outta the clip 'll jerry curl ya (oh)
Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants
Or get opened up like presents, please
My young boys wildin' for respect
Slit your throat have you smiling with your neck, say cheese
My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter (yep)
My wrist look like frozen polar spring water (damn!)
So tell me boys, tell me boys
who you think you messing with? (who)
I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (euw)
Haven't you all heard? (what?) Y'all all herbs (yep)
I stick toothpicks (where) in y'all hors d'oeuvres
(Listen) I'm a shark y'all just koi fish
(What else?) octopus (what else?) oysters (ha)
Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now (yeah)
I have her lick me up, (up) and then wipe me down (down)
She told me you's a nag, you's a bug (damn)
She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (damn)
She told me you be beasting, you be checking for the burns
So I gave her knee-pads for the rug (ha)
It's skull gang from the chain or the lifestyle
You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally

[CHORUS]
- Lil Wayne -
Uh, I get money like a mo'fucker
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Ow, I'm gettin money like a mo'fucka
Yeah, money you ain't never see
Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me

- Lil Wayne -
Uh huh uh huh uh huh, check me out

Get you 3, 4 get you
Like the number after 1, I'mma get me 2
It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby
My money don't folds nor bends
Mercedes Maybach , grey black
And I got a 44. and a 'K, like 8 stacks
Fuck your city and your town, I state facts
Take that, no better yet like Diddy "take that"
Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax
Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen
Damn I mean Asinine , I'm dapper don
And after mine there will be nine
damn I mean there will be none, I will be one
of the greatest things you've ever felt, you've ever seen
or heard, Carter , Hover , y'all scared, not me
Not I, call me young Popeye
Tell Bruno I'm a noo-no, I bring ral to your fune
Damn I mean funeral, funeral
You say tomato, I say tomato
You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em
Man you better keep paying me
'cause you don't want my problems
I be wildin' like ( Capital One "What is in your wallet?")
You fly, but what is it to pilot?
Weezy I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom
Huh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass
I kick that shit, now go'n put it in the trash

[CHORUS] w/ variations to fade
- Lil Wayne -
Uh, I get money like a mo'fucker
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Ow, I'm gettin money like a mo'fucka
Yeah, money you ain't never see
Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - track 16 - Dontgetit

2011-02-05T01:01:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
DONGETIT

Baby understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord please don't let me be misunderstood

Misunderstood ain't gotta be explained
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down, hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swang
He had hair like wool, like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the Bible
I shake 'em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, hail mary no tale fairy
All real very, extraordinary
Perry Mason facing, the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge, no gown no gavel
I'm a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, I would never?
Fucking fantastic, fuck if you agree
But I don't give a fuck if you see me

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord please don't let me be misunderstood

What's understood ain't gotta be explained
So for those who understand meet Dwayne
For 8 and a half months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's Young Money baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck 'em and we the same
So hello mothafucka you got some sheets to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday?
You know church fit then outfit
Bright pink and green chest, look, house lit
Bright pinky rings but that ain't about this
What you 'bout bitch
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
What are you asking, if I don't have the answer
It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula
But I know you don't understand
'cause you thought Lil Wayne is Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord please don't let me be misunderstood

I was watching TV the other day, right
Got this white guy up there talking about black guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every 100 Americans are locked up
One in every 9 black Americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money we spend on sending a mothafucka to jail
A young mothafucka to jail
Would be less to send his or her young ass to college
See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that
Our jails are populated with drug dealers
you know crack , cocaine , stuff like that
Meaning due to the laws we have
on crack cocaine and regular cocaine
Police are only, I don't want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood
And you know the other thing is mostly found
in you know where I'm going
But why bring a mothafucka to jail
if it's not gonna stand up in court?
'Cause this drug ain't that drug
you know level 3, level 4 drug, shit like that
I guess it's all a misunderstanding
I sit back and think
you know us young mothafuckas you know that 1 in 9
We probably only selling the crack cocaine
because we in the hood
And it's not like in the suburbs
we don't have what you have
Why? I really don't wanna know the answer
I guess we just misunderstood hunh
You know we don't have room in the jail now
for the real mothafuckas, the real criminals
Sex offenders , rapists , serial killers
Don't get scared, don't get scared

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - iTunes bonus track - Lollipop (Remix) [ featuring Kanye West & Static Major ]

2011-02-04T15:27:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
LOLLIPOP (REMIX)
[ featuring Kanye West & Static Major ]

- Lil Wayne -
Uhuh.. no homo ( Young Mula, baby..)
I say he so sweet, make her wanna lick the rapper..
Remix , baby!

- Kanye West -
Lollipop, lollipop
Breasts is just like Dolly Part-on
She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top
That hit the spot, 'til she ask
"How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take
'til she get to shop?"
Don't worry why my wrist got so freeze
Tell her, "Girl, like Doritos, that's (na-cho cheese)"
Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin' to (Lay)
I can't (only have one) and I ain't tryin' to wait"
This a song with Wayne, say you know it's gonna melt
But chu ain't finna murder me like everybody else
I'mma rap like I got some type of respect for myself
I don't do it for my health, man I do it for the belt
Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt
Hundred degrees, drop the roof so the Coupe don't melt
Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help
We need four mo' hoes, we need ohh-ohh-OH-OHHH!!
You know what it is when we're outta town
We ball in two seats, and you out of bo..unds
So come here baby gi..rl
You now fuckin wit the best in the wo..rld
Lollipop-pop..
The best in the wo..rld
(Sh-sh-she lick me like a lollipop)
(She-she lick me like a lollipop)
Wo..rld
Wo..rld

[CHORUS] x2
- Static Major -
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug
Bottles in the club, club club
Shawty wanna hump, you know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps

- Lil Wayne -
Shawty say she wanna lick the rapper
and she gonna lick the rapper
And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor
I (Anita Bake) her, now she caught up in that (Rapture)
I got so much chips, I swear they call me Hewlett Packard
I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker
Greedy mutha-fudge cakes, now tell me how dat fudge taste
I do it for Bloods' sake, suu-woo think it's voodoo
How that roof do di-di-dissipate, your girl wants to participate
She so-so-sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain
And then my diamonds are in the choir, because they sang from off my chain
And my Nina just joined the gang, because, all (she) do is (bang)!
Like Ricky Martin; Wayne and Kanye - pick your poison
If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment
Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-can't-make-an-appointment
Take my lollipop and enjoy it - remix!

[CHORUS] x2 with ad libs
- Static Major -
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug
Bottles in the club, club club
Shawty wanna hump, you know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps

- Lil Wayne -
Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie
In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building
I flushed out the feeling of, me bein the shit
'cause I was leavin skid marks on, ev'rywhere I sit
I am everywhere, I'm it like, Hide-n-Go
And I can go anywhere, innie, minnie, miney, mo
I'm in yo', neighborhood area, CD thang, tape deck
IPod, ya gurlfriend and she say I got great sex
Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex
'cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text
Heh-heh, so wrap it up
Bu-bu-but, he's so sweet sh-she wanna lick the rapper

[CHORUS]
- Static Major -
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug
Bottles in the club, club club
Shawty wanna hump, you know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps

(RE-RE-RE-REMIX, BABY!!)

- Static Major -
Lick me like a lollipop...(lollipop...)
She-she lick me like a lollipop...(lollipop...)
Sh-sh-she lick me like a lollipop...(lollipop...)
She-she lick me like a lollipop...(lollipop...) [echoes]

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - iTunes bonus track - Prostitute 2 [ featuring Trina ]

2011-02-04T15:02:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
PROSTITUTE 2
[ featuring Trina ]

( Maestro )

Young Mula baby
( Young Money )
(Yeah, you)

Young Mula baby
( Young Money )
(Alright, alright)

- Lil Wayne -
I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
and that you hit every man that you ever knew
See, it wouldn't make a difference
'cause that was way before me and you, girl

See, you don't ever have to worry about me
as long as you keep it real
Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay truthful to me and never lie to me
And don't ever keep no secrets
Don't matter whateva
Girl, you know what I mean, yeah
Well if you don't then I'll explain
You can be my Mrs. Wayne
We can do the damn thang
You see I had to tell my nigga ... I met a girl like you
'Cause' I ain't never met another girl like you
But I know what to do with a girl like you
Three letters (I do)

I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
and that you hit every man that you ever knew
It wouldn't make a difference
if that was way before me and you, girl

- Trina -
See you don't ever have to worry about me
I promise to keep it real
Whatever's on my mind I'm a speak on how I feel
Stay truthful to you, and never lie to you
And I won't ever keep no secrets
Don't matter whateva
Boy you see that I have changed, yeah
Well if you don't then I'll explain
I'm the real Mrs. Wayne
All them other chicks is lame
And I..
(hahaha)
You see I had to tell my rockstar crew
I met man like you
'Cause I ain't neva met another man like you
But I know what to do with a young'n like you
Three letters (I do)

- Lil Wayne -
(yeah)
I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a difference
if that was way before me and you, girl
(I told you that was before us)
See you don't ever have to worry about me
as long as you keep it real
Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel
(tell me)
Stay truthful to me and never lie to me
And don't ever keep no secrets
Don't matter whateva

- Trina -
Boy you see that I have changed yeah,
Well if you don't then I'll explain
See I'll be fuck ...
'Cause I'm ready to walk the aisle
and have the preacher change my name yeah
Now what's happenin' Weezy?
What's happenin' Weezy?
You know you need to roll with the baddest chick, Weezy
And everytime I see ya I get so weak, Weezy
Like (uh uh) "That's my Weezy" yeah
I wouldn't care if you was a dirty dawg
And that you hit every chick that you ever called
See it wouldn't make a difference
'cause that's just way beneath me and you boy, yeah
See, you don't ever have to worry about me
I promise to keep it real
Whatever's on my mind I'm a speak on how I feel
Stay truthful to you
And I won't neva keep no secrets
Don't matter whateva

- Lil Wayne -
I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a difference
'cause that was way before me and you, babe
See you don't ever have to worry about me
as long as you keep it real
Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay truthful to me and never lie to me
And don't ever keep no secrets
Don't matter whateva

See they could say what they want girl
But it will never change my views
'Cause they will never know you the way I know you
You see
I'm try'na spend the rest of my whole life with you girl
And if you gotta be along
So be it babe
And if your friends can't understand you
you don't need em' babe

- Trina -
I wouldn't care if you was a dirty dawg
And that you hit every chick that you ever called
See it wouldn't make a difference
'cause that's just way beneath me and you boy yeah
See you don't ever have to worry about me
I promise to keep it real
Whatever's on my mind I'm a speak on how I feel
Stay truthful to you, and neva lie to you
And don't ever keep no secrets
Don't matter whateva

See they could say what they want boy
But it will never change my views
'Cause they will never know you, the way I know you
You see
I'm tryna spend the rest of my whole life with you boy
And if you gotta be along
So be it babe
And all my friends, they understand
They down with it babe

(Girl you know what I mean yeah)
(Alright)

( Young Mula baby )

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - Deluxe Edition bonus track - I'm Me

2011-02-04T12:59:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
I'M ME

The hottest.. under the sun.. (Who that?)
Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping (you)
Cash Money Records , where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Ay it's Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

Un-fucking-believeable Lil Wayne's the President
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they Celibate
I know the game is crazy
It's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
I know one day they gotta bury him
Better lock my casket tight baby, so I don't let the devil in
Nigga, it's just me and my guitar
yea bitch I'm heavy metal -ing
You can get the fucking Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court and take your life for a settlement
Yes, I'm the best! And no, I ain't positive , I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffing it
This is The Carter, The Carter 3, the New Testament
And I'm the god and this is what I bless 'em with

[HOOK]
Bitch I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, yea

Junior.. brr..
It's Cash Money over everything
It's in my blood, I feel it running in every vein
I'm from the mud, I am a Missile like a Scud
What's really good? I'm bout that Ruckers like Fudd
And I stay on my floor at Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fucking Birdman like a lug
And Dear Mister Ronald Williams
to you, I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money Million , heir to the throne
Going at they heads like hair in a comb
Sitting by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Yo, money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take on that shit as the Lord , as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I have not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

[HOOK]
Bitch I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby I'm me, so who you? Your not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

Last year they had the Grammy 's and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I'm wrapping in my jammies
I'm rapping when you sleep
I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow , Lethal Weapon , Book 'em Danny
I'm a monster I tell you, Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the House of Pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint
Let's go, niggas
Thou won't see me 'cause I'm better and bold
The only time I was dependent
is when I'm 7 years old
That's when I can't hold my shit within
so I shit on myself
'Cause I'm so sick and tired
of shitting on everybody else
I'm try'na tell you, like I'm saying somethin'
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants' cuffs
And there ain't nothing gonna stop me so just envy it
Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit

[HOOK]
Yea I'm me, I'm me, bitch I'm me
Baby I'm me, so who you? fuck you, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I am a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

The hottest.. under the sun.. (Who that?)
Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping (you)
Cash Money Records , where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Ay it's Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - Deluxe Edition bonus track - Gossip

2011-02-04T12:43:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
GOSSIP

I hate gossip
And I don't walking around looking for it ya know
But yesterday it seemed to just wonder around
'til it found me, you know like..
Gossip found me
Then why don't you try prove it
How?
You don't know how to prove it,
Well what you just you do is..
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

Stop hating on a nigga that has a weak emotion
the lady of a nigga
And You can get tip like you waiting on a nigga
Put a body bag in the apron on a nigga
I give my all behind the mic
But you could never see if you sit behind the light
You don't have to pick me to win the title fight
But I'm gonna wear that championship belt so tight
and if I'm wrong there is Snow White
And if I'm wrong there is no white/right
I'm trying to be polite
but you bitches in my hair like the fucking police
My flow is rare, these other rappers nice
These other rappers bark, some of them even bite
Some other even bite, but I'm much more bright
I give the game sight
So before you dim the light
you just might, might wanna

Think it over, think it over, oo, think it over baby
Stop!

Stop analyzing, criticizing
You should realize what I am is and start epitomizing
Legitimate
Got the heart of the biggest lion
confident like "Fuck 'em all!"
Pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick it's like my shit is dyin'
It rains a lot in my city
'cause my city cries
'cause my cities dyin''
But I emerge from all of that, I am a livin' pioneer
Zion, fear God not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets
to the booth and sue woop

Then I leave a tub in the booth
I leave a blood bath
Sorry there's a tub in the booth
Now where the drugs at?
Like the strings on the shoe
No nigga fuck that
I'm twisted like the strings on a boot
Now where New Orleans at?
I feel Hip Hop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, I must ask

Hey haven't I been good to you?
Tell me
haven't I been sweet to you?

Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean
Cast away stones, I wont even blink
A gun is not a math problem, I wont even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me, don't believe me
I graduated from hungry and made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it
But I'm gonna need cheese if I'm makin' a Ziti
You niggas want beef, I want a Steak and a Weevy
Lost in Amsterdam but Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga takin' it easy
All about my paper bout my paper like easy
Why do rappers, why do rappers lie to fans?
Lot of rappers, lot of rappers lie like actors
Cut the motherfucking camera
Cut the check, fuck your props

I AM Hip Hop

and I ain't dead I'm alive

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - Deluxe Edition bonus track - Kush

2011-02-04T12:34:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
KUSH

[CHORUS] x2
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Yeah, now how ya like me now?

Got the hoe goin' till 6
Press a button, watch the motherfucker do tricks
I don't know what you are on, but I'm on some new shit
While you're bitch is on my dick, like a glue stick
I got a grill, I don't have to get my tooth fixed
The Tooth Fairy would retire if I lose it
Straight out the clip, that's how I spit like an Uzi
You can't find me 'cause I'm lost in the music
I'm runnin' this and I can jump the hurdles
I feelin' like I'm racing a bunch of little turtles
Keep a bandana like the Ninja Turtles
I'm like a turtle , when I sip the Purple

[CHORUS]
And I smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and I ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

[chuckles] So how ya like me now?

Buck 60 on the dash, I'mma do two
Captain Crunch , these niggas is Fruit Loops
That's why your girl wanna fuck me and my group too
And I'mma make her back it up like " droop shoop "
I'm the Birdman Jr. , I gotta do Coupe s
I hop up out that motherfucker, holler " suwoop "
Hollygrove 17 , I'm from the zoo crew
You would think every animal in the zoo loose
(Fuck with me) I'm on that screw juice
but I keep my shit together, not a screw loose
Yeah, word to my Gucc ( Gucci ) boots
I'm higher than a new suit

[CHORUS]
'Til we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Now how ya like me now?

Buck forty on a ring that I don't really wear
But I bet it light up the night like the City Fair
This shit ain't fair, I didn't have to go there
But all this ice got me feelin' like a Polar Bear
I'm so aware, I'm so prepared
I'm so fly I will take off into the open air
Lift off, Cristal , please, crackers with cheese
Nigga please
we on J-E-T s like Curtis Martin and Whitley Green
I'm.. lightin', lightin', light the thing, light the thing
no Reggie man

[CHORUS]
You know I smoke that kush
And I ball like swoosh
You know I smoke that kush
And I ball like swoosh

Now how ya like me now?

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - Deluxe Edition bonus track - Love Me or Hate Me

2011-02-04T12:19:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
LOVE ME OR HATE ME

I've been through it all: the fails, the falls
I'm like Niagara, but I got right back up like Viagra
I am agriculture; Swagger so mean, it might insult you
Ha I'm like an ultra vulture; I fuck around n catapult ya
Torch ya, fought ya, parents taught ya
You guys is chocha , I'm gone, Buenos Noches
Flow scorch ya and I don't even write
No author, so harders, so smarter
All about a dollar, like 4 quarters; oh, Father
will tonight be my last?
And if so, make sure my kids see my cash
and I know, I'm solid like an elbow cast
And my future will be better than my past
Weezy!

You could love me or hate me
I swear it won't make me or break me
I'm goin' wherever the money take me
until they funeral and wake me, and don't wake me
'Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin'
I know that there's a better way 'cause I've seen it, Lord
But this faster money is so convenient
And I need it, say I need it

C A R , T E R , I spit movies like a VCR
I spit rounds like the Tiki bar
And if I got beef, I'm the meat cleav - er
And I are the ill-est nigger Martin Luther King died for
and I ride for
Holly Grove one seven Eagle street
And I'm higher than the eagle's feet
but I believe in me, Apple is the car street
I am just an offspring
Born in the ghetto, that's why I can't let go
One call will have my dawgs on ya like an echo
Baby, I am the real deal, no pickle
Spit sickle-cell psycho, I go off like a motherfuckin' rifle
And I'm from the underground baby like a pipe mole
And I will stand tall like light poles until the light blows

You could love me or hate me
I swear it won't make me or break me
I'm goin' wherever the money take me
until they funeral and wake me, and don't wake me
'Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin'
See I'm just hustlin', living what I believe in dawg
And it's a problem when our homies not eatin'
And I'm greedy, I'm greedy

Share my blood, feed my family
My flow will have to plead insanity
So sick, I need Grey's Anatomy
Acid, like a bust-open battery
I'm cool like LA nights
I'm tight like Ballet tights
Ay Juelz , I swear the other day I pissed Crystal
These bitches try'na kick it like Jun Tao
I gotta watch my head in a battle
I'm just try'na stay ahead of my shadow
And I'm floating like a boat and a paddle
Alligators and rattlesnakes
but I promised I would take a nigga off like a Saturday
got money to validate, I'm icy like carrot cake
Different color diamonds make me look like a salad plate
I'm straight out the alley way
it's the nigga your daddy hate
Weezy F Baby , great!

I know they love me, they hate me
But I'm a G, it won't make me or break me
And you could find me whereever the money place me
until you ridin' to the late me, and don't wake me
'Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin'
And me and my Lord got an agreement, y'all
And so I thank Him every day for my achievements
And I'm Weezy , I'm Weezy

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - Deluxe Edition bonus track - Talkin' About It

2011-02-04T12:00:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
TALKIN' ABOUT IT

Yeah, yeah, okay
Came in the game as a young'n
Signed with Cash Money , pocket full of money
Niggas poppin' shit, always talkin' 'bout somethin'
See ya ass in public, it's a whole 'nother subject
(Man, they just) talkin' 'bout it
(Man, they just) talkin' 'bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from, you gotta be about it
And if you want it (want it), we come and see about it

Okay, uh, it's Weezy Baby like the last shit
a big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked
these niggas ballin' by accident
Uh, keep talking make 'em fuck up ya bodies
and ya homies tell your mom it was an accident
Huh, fast money I'm the fastest
I got that hustler's pass-ion
Ya know them boys back at the ass end
and I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in.

Yeah, yeah, okay
Came in the game as a young'n
Signed with Cash Money , pocket full of money
Niggas poppin' shit, always talkin' 'bout somethin'
See ya ass in public, it's a whole 'nother subject
(Man, they just) talkin' 'bout it
(Man, they just) talkin' 'bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from, you gotta be about it
And if you want it (want it), we come and see about it

Okay, there's been a murder, bitch I make a killin'
Insurance papers in a safe, money in the ceilin'
Huh, I got a pillowcase full of pistols
Come through a nigga house and aim at the pillows
Huh, yeah wake up wake up
fuckin' with them boys you could wake up taped up
ya dig?
Now go on and drink that lake up
Stick em' in the trunk 'n' let em' feel that bass pump
These niggas is nuts,
man that M 14 leave you physically fucked
These niggas is ducks
and you can call me Scrooge
'cause I'm swimmin' in bucks , bitch!

Came in the game as a young'n
Signed with Cash Money , pocket full of money
Niggas poppin' shit, always talkin' 'bout somethin'
See ya ass in public, it's a whole 'nother subject
(Man, they just) talkin' 'bout it
(Man, they just) talkin' 'bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from, you gotta be about it
And if you want it (want it), we come and see about it

Yea, yea, too hot, too cold, I'm-I'm red hot blue cold
Yea, and I could melon out your fruit bowl
All my guns black, I got true soul
Yea, and I call my Coupe a Black Panther
graaaa graaa graaa, and that's the gat anthem
And if a nigga play with family for that matter
I'mma smoke so many niggas I'mma catch cancer
Yea and if I step up out this Benz -o
you know I'm comin' with a gun like a Nintendo
They soft, them niggas fallin'
when the wind blow when I'm rollin' up my window
Fuck 'em!

Came in the game as a young'n
Signed with Cash Money , pocket full of money
Niggas poppin' shit, always talkin' 'bout somethin'
See ya ass in public, it's a whole 'nother subject
(Man, they just) talkin' 'bout it
(Man, they just) talkin' 'bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from, you gotta be about it
And if you want it (want it), we come and see about it

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - Target Limited Deluxe Edition bonus track - Action

2011-02-04T11:30:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
ACTION

Go!
I'm in love with a beauty, she is a cutie
Somebody say they saw us kissin' in tha movies
We had a drink or two, we saw Rush Hour 2
Then we went home and we made our own movie

[CHORUS]
Lights , camera , action ! Ya dig?
Lights , camera , action ! Ya dig?
It's showtime , it's showtime
Show me yours, show you mine

[verse 1]
Like OoOoOo, it's goin' down in this bitch
Like a boxer in the first round in this bitch
1-800 I would dicky down in this bitch
Uptown in this bitch, don't make a sound in this shhh
Now let me whisper in ya ear
every single word your little ear wanna hear
Flip ya body over, have no fear
Can I put my tongue here until you tear?
Cry baby, cry baby, suck ya momma titty
You know I like them old
I might have yo momma with me
I like your girlfriend and your girlfriendses
Honor my pole like a flag on tha end bitch

[CHORUS] x2
Lights , camera , action ! Ya dig?
Lights , camera , action ! Ya dig?
It's showtime , it's showtime
Show me yours, show you mine

I say oh, girl, I love you so
oh oh, girl, I love you so sike
But I don't give a fuck about a dog ass hoe
But I don't give a fuck about a dog ass hoe
Pop these pills, take, take this glass
Pop, pop that pussy, shake, shake that ass
And if your pussy stank
girl, you know you better dush it
You're nasty girl
now wash that stanky, funky, funky pussy bitchhhh
stop talkin' that shit
and suck a nigga dick for an outfit ha
And "I wear my pants below my waist and
I never dance when I'm in this place
'cause you and your man be planning to hate
I'm so hood!"
and she likes it
and when we fuck I'm keepin' on my Nike s
I'll tear that pussy up, I'll tear that pussy up
I'm a good looking rapper , I ain't try'na front
Oh she pussy poppin' on a handstand
Oh she pussy poppin' on a handstand
Oh she pussy poppin' on a handstand
and I'm the cameraman

[CHORUS] x2
Lights , camera , action ! Ya dig?
Lights , camera , action ! Ya dig?
It's showtime , it's showtime
Show me yours, show you mine

Cut, check the gates
Wait, why wait?
When I can just bend you over and do what I told ya
Do what i wanna, do what i wanna
Ya heard me, I gotta lie like ...
and now every once in a while, her knees jerk
She forgets how to walk, I better teach her
I got her walkin' funny
just tell 'em that your feet hurt
you'll pro'ly see her on one of my t-shirts
I super soak a hoe, skeet, skeet, skeet, squirt
But don't worry 'cause if y'all are like swingers
hey I'm high over features
haha new single, oh so now you single?
You crazy, say tha Baby

Lil Wayne [2008] - THA CARTER III - Target Limited Deluxe Edition bonus track - Whip It

2011-02-04T10:31:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
WHIP IT

Okay, you ain't know shit
It's Weezy F Baby like a newborn bitch
You ain't know shit
I put your girl to work now here's a uniform bitch
Pimpin' over here
And I ain't Santa Claus but
yeah, I make it rain dear
Money out the ass
Yeah, money out the rear
Weezy at the plate
I could bunt it out of here
Safe as a motherfucker
Ain't no safety button on this motherfucker
Where the safe motherfucker?
That's the case, Doc the judge
Weezy F the ample fury
Hang 12 witnesses, that's what I call a hung jury
Brung Jerry Bling Bling
I made that but I don't even say that
as much as judges say that, that's way back
Boy, you should catch-up/ ketchup
It must 've been mayonnaise
Long hair, pretty eyes, light skin, fine legs
phat ass, skinny stomach, pretty feet, pretty woman
Walking down the street 'cause I put her out my jeep
I don't save 'em, I slave 'em, they want Weezy F
I bad grade 'em, I don't degrade 'em, I serenade 'em,
100 on the chest, 100 on the arm
Rings so thick I can't even make a fist
Nigga, fuck how you do it 'cause I do it like this

[x2]
Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
And every time I do it, I do my thang

I do it, do it
I do it, do it
I do it, do it, do it, do it
I do it, do it, do it, do it

I do it how I do it and I do it everyday
I do it how I do it and I do it everyday
Say I do it how I do it when I do it everyday

And I whip it like a slave, like a motherfuckin' slave
Yes I whip it like a slave
Yes I whip it like a slave
I whip it like a slave, like a motherfuckin' slave
Yea I whip it like a slave, like a motherfuckin' slave

Then I beat it, I beat it
I beat it, I beat it
I beat that... block, I beat that... block
I beat that... block, I beat that... block
I beat that block like it misbehaved

then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it like a slave
I whip it, whip it
I whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it

Beat it now, beat it up
Beat it, I beat it up
Beat it, I beat it up
Beat it, beat it up

Qunta quinte on my shit, nigga
Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
I'm in the garden sellin' fruit to sinners
Like apples to Shaq , hey big spender
And do remember, just like Brenda
2 grand still get ya four and a baby
I'mma kill 'em when I drop, like I'm holdin' a baby
Weezy F , the F is for don't Forget the Baby
And bitch I've been hot but you don't know me from satan
And if you're manning up you better show me your peyton
But you pussies ain't ballin', no sir
Not lately ?
Bricks get shipped, bricks get cut
Dr. Carter , Nip & Tuck
Yeah but you could call me Wayne
But now watch me and my chain Gang !

Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it

I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat it up
I beat it up
I beat it

Yes it's me bitches
Deuce Bigalow on these he-bitches
Flu flow
flyer than bird Coupe like a two door
What do you know? I know the streets, bitch
And this is my toilet and you can eat shit
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out
'Cause I'm fly, like flyers they passin' out
We mashin' out, we young Mula
I got that 12 Gauge
Don't make me 1 2 ya
3 4 5 train bitch suwoop
If you ain't on my train bitch cho cho
Like you got my dick in your mizouth
And I'mma do me bitch with you or without
Shit always right sometimes
And from the top everybody look 1.9 and I'm 2/too much
The numbers don't lie
And if they stop makin' Cadillacs , I swear I'm gonna die
And if the weed man don't have no more Onions I'mma cry
And if yif was a piff then I'd rather drink wine
Shit... I'mma take my time
Now am I crazy or just lazy?
'Cause I'm tired of ballin' , darlin'
And I roll with my riders like it's Harley party
And we roll with them choppers like it's a Harley party
We are all dressed in red like it's a Scarlet Party
I was ballin' in New Orleans
way before the Charlotte Hornets
I'm an X man bitch I ain't talkin' Marvel Comics
Put the dirty dishes in the sank
no pork but I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, sasquatch
No back talk, I act lost, but I bet that money find me
Your jewelry telling jokes, you got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds, I got them money problems
That Christopher Wallace
fuck bitches , get money
Young Money !

Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it

Watch me beat it up, lady
Beat it up, lady
What u mean
No homo

I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat that

And then i
whip it
whip it
whip it

Pimpin'
Young Mula baby

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 01 - Tha Mobb

2011-02-02T12:45:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
THA MOBB

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 your 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 try'na 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
Let's 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
church

The Mobb

nigga

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 02 - Fly In

2011-02-02T12:39:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
FLY IN

So they ask me
"Young boy, what you gonna do the 2nd time around?
How you gonna come back?"
I tried to told them
I come back like 32, I jump back like 33 (uh)
Hit me, it's nothing, this is Tha Carter II people
This is Tha Carter II people (hey)

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 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 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'mma 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 gonna 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 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 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

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 03 - Money On My Mind

2011-02-02T12:29:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
MONEY ON MY MIND

Yeah

[CHORUS] x2
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, it's 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 sun shades 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 money's more important than a person
Nigga

[CHORUS]

[HOOK: during chorus]

Twistin' up a blunt, thinkin' bout my next dollar
I'm diggin' in the game try'na get some money out her
I'm so vain, it's a problem
It ain't a stain on these Prada s, 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
That's a cold mo'fucker, 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]

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 04 - Fireman

2011-02-02T12:16:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
FIREMAN

Uhuh, I'm back
What cha, uh, what cha gonna do now?

[CHORUS]
I'm the fireman
Fire, fi, fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out

Ain't nobody fuckin with me man, Heatman
Ski Mask spending next week's cash, he fast
And I don't even need a G pass, I'm pass that
I'm passing '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 candle lit and I'mma 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 good
'Cause I'm the fireman
You hear the firetruck

[CHORUS]
I'm the fireman
Fire, fi, fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out

Fresh on campus, it's the Birdman Jr.
Money too long teachers put away ya rulers
Raw tune not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds
I'm hot but the car cool
She wet that's a carpool
Been in that water since a young'n, 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 handling the game so long my thumb bruise
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

[CHORUS]
I'm the fireman
Fire, fi, fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
You can spark it up and I'mma 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-grape ya
They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton
Y'all in a race and me, I'm at the finish line
They running for too long, it's time to gimme mine
Straight down ya chimney, in ya living room is I
Weezy allergic to wintertime, hot

[CHORUS]
I'm the fireman
Fire, fi, fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 05 - Mo Fire

2011-02-02T11:58:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
MO FIRE

[CHORUS]
Mo' fire Weezy, mo' fire
Mo' fire, I give her, mo' fire

[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 whack
I hustle and bend my back
My muscle is in tact
My biceps and triceps is ay yes

[CHORUS]
Mo' fire Weezy, mo' fire
Mo' fire, I give her, mo' fire

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 whatever my shit mean and obscene
Now I been seen on a lotta different scene
That mean I got a lotta different cream

[CHORUS]
Mo' fire Weezy, mo' fire
Mo' fire, I give her, mo' fire

I raise mo' fire to the man up higher
I lick a shot to let him know that I'm 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 with cha, 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 nothin' but a prop fish

[CHORUS]
Mo' fire Weezy, mo' fire
Mo' fire, I give her, mo' fire

Mo' fire Weezy, mo' fire
Mo' fire, I give her, mo' fire

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 07 - Best Rapper Alive

2011-02-02T11:42:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
BEST RAPPER ALIVE

Bring the crowd and I'm loud, In Living Colour
It is Weezy fuckin' Baby got these rappers in my stomach
Yummy, I'm takin' it, I ain't asking them for nothing
If you sell a million records we can battle for ya' money
I 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 paper to reel in
God I hope they steppin' at the end of my rod
And I hope I'm fishing in the right pond
And I hope you catchin' on to every line
Who am I?

[HOOK]
The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check), game tight
And they gonna R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
(who) The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check), game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid

The heart of New Orleans
Thumpin' and beatin'
Livin' and breathin'
Stealin' and feedin
Peelin' and leavin'
Killin' and grievin'
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 party, second line
Zulu Ball - Essence Fest - Jazz Fest - Mardi Gras
Shorty bounce, body rock
Now he drop, now he got
Family cry, tell the feds, tell the cops
Smell the rat comin' back to the house
To the spot, tap tap, knock knock, who is that?
(Pow!) trigga man, hoodie man, tell the kids
Boogie man, pistol pete, ammo mammal
gun man, blum blam!
Damn Sammie you done fucked up
Pussy ass niggas put ya' nuts up
Just call me

[HOOK]
The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check), game tight
And they gonna R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
(who) The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check), game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid

Fuck up wit all these rookie MC s
(whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me
Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em good, fuck long, fuck 'em hard
Fuck who? Fuck 'em all
(yeah) like that just like that
I'm on that money train
and the mac 'll knock 'em off track
The quarterback well protected from the Warren Sapp
The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac
You can't see me baby boy, you got that cataract
I'm right here, straight out the hood just like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king, where the fuck your palace at?
Me I got Calus on my hand, I can handle that
Its no problem baby, I so got 'em
It's just a victory lap baby, I'm jus joggin'
And I ain't even out of breathe
the motherfuckin' best yet, sorry for cursing
Who?

[HOOK]
The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check), game tight
And they gonna R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
(who) The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check), game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 08 - Lock & Load [ featuring Kurupt ]

2011-02-02T10:47:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
LOCK & LOAD
[ featuring Kurupt ]

- Lil Wayne -
Yeah, vibe with me sweetheart, it ain't hard,
Ah fuck them niggas, I aint worried bout them
This Cash Money baby, ya know what I'm talkin 'bout
It's the Carter II , Kurupt holla at them niggas (nigga)

[CHORUS] x2
- Kurupt -
We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and they lost
'til we took they shit, now it's time to floss

- Lil Wayne -
To ya, to ya, 0-17 warfare
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 gonna hate
But they hated Jesus baby, we won't break
So we ride like 4 Pirellis
So secured, no security, no protectin', no comparing
Lookin' heavy, Ocean Eleven
Aviators, both tickers, so figures
No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the heart
Hollygrove from the start
Don't cross the Earhart
Boulevard where the war I come from
171 shot, never that (blum blum)
Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuckk, Hollygrove ? stand up Nigga!

[CHORUS]
- Kurupt -
We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and they lost
'til we took they shit, now it's time to floss
- 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 evening
Sinkin' or probably drinkin' that syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip
even though I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He don't know I got the Nine wit the 4 clip
That's a somersault, back spin, full flip for ya
Push this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin', i'm just bustin' until this scene clean
12 hundred for the jeans, stop playin'
Hundred dollars for the Glock in my pants
Who the man?
I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the back of ya neck
for lack of respect
I strap a jet black Gat ‘til the deck
Tell the mama to bury me with that
No Bullshittin'
My hood getting kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the OG

[CHORUS]
- Kurupt -
We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and they lost
'til we took they shit, now it's time to floss
- Lil Wayne -
Fresh out the back seat of the figgity Phantom
The haters I make 'em mad-er
when I wave at 'em like "what up?"
If it ain't about money I keep goin
I try'na get that green, niggas try'na mow my lawn
But fuck them boys, I got the shottie on my arm
If them boys run up, I leave their bodies on the lawn
And Duck the fuck outta there
'cause baby it's hot out there
If this was a movie it's time to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over
all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin' block!
I'm a motherfuckin' rock!
Hard body, eagle street , 17 shots
Night vision, double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop, little man, drop
This is not for little bitches, you man or a fox?
I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more money
Cash money , Young Money
Take money, your money

[CHORUS]
- Kurupt -
We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and they lost
'til we took they shit, now it's time to floss

- Lil Wayne -
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 wasn't 300 but they Dolce too
Yeah, we won, motherfucker, we winnin' over here
that's right
Hey, somebody call Gordon
tell him pull up front open the doors suicide
let's ride out
You got money, you know what the fuck I'm talkin 'bout
If ya don't, keep thinkin'
If you can do that, your losin' streak is goin' up
Why? cause we here ....
straight up

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 09 - Oh No

2011-02-02T10:40:00.000-08:00

Lil Wayne
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 could 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

Oh No, No, Oh No, No