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

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

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

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

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

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

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 ]

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

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

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 10 - Grown Man [ featuring Curren$y ]

Lil Wayne
GROWN MAN
[ featuring Curren$y ]

- Lil Wayne -
What's up baby?
I ain't trying to do nothing but get me grown man on
I ain't trying to hurt you
Only if you want me to (haha)
Yea, something like that

- Lil Wayne -
Yea, What's happenin' baby?
I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy
now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish from the scene
Goddamn it I'm so mannish
Handle it like a standard
So put yo panties and yo pants by the trash can
Romance on the floor plans (yea)
We hold hands while we rollin'
just trying to keep up with the program
Just trying to sneak up on ya
like "How you doing, Ma'am?"
I'm a old soul, and a young man, we got to it and
we didn't stop 'til the birds hit the block
And she ain't never had it like that [laugh]

[CHORUS]
- Lil Wayne - Curren$y -
Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
tonight so I can get my grown man on with you
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man

- Curren$y -
Now I don't really hit the club
but tonight I'll make an exception
For some reason
I can't seem to keep my eyes out your direction
I'm lookin' at you so hard
I could probably catch a charge
Feelin' the way you walk
when you move yo booty applaud (damn)
I gotta keep my composure
I gotta attack my mission and handle business like a soldier
Young man, Young Money but the money long currency
the hot spitta so grown
And yo perception of me is so wrong
Don't worry 'bout what you heard
'bout me and them other birds
Might have done a little dirt and left a few of them hurt
But whatever has occurred
they all got what they deserved
And you don't rock like that, um I can see it in yo eyes
If you ain't good for me then you wearing a disguise
Cause tonight you lookin' like miss right
And I swore to be a player for life, but I'll change for you

[CHORUS]
- Lil Wayne - Curren$y -
Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
tonight so I can get my grown man on with you
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man

- Lil Wayne -
You ain't no woman you a baby girl
living in the ladies world
And I'm a grown man, the women understand
See, what I go through is what I owe you
So you should throw that ass back to me right now (yea)
Fly boy baby sit back relax and
cruise wit a nigga destination satisfaction
Whose is it baby she say Weezy fucking Baby
I say yes in-fucking-deed, she say don't you ever leave
I say, I say but I got money on my mind
Then I tell her never mind and we do it one more time [laugh]
For a large amount of time
long and won't stop 'til daytime come home (yea)

[CHORUS]
- Lil Wayne - Curren$y -
Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
tonight so I can get my grown man on with you
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man

- Lil Wayne -
Damn, look, that
o that right there, that's the sunset, girl
get your visor
where those Chanel shades I get you?
you always losing things,
and I'm always buying new things (haha)
I come a long way, huh? remember
remember that block, look at you, you think you all grown

- Lil Wayne -
You ain't no woman you a baby girl, living in the ladies world
And I'm a grown man, the women understand
See what I go through, is what I owe you
And you should throw that ass back to me right now

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 12 - Hit Em Up

Lil Wayne
HIT EM UP


I tried to talk to him
Quit talkin', I'mma hang ya by your tongue, Yea
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like fungi
We don't even hear ya
Hollerin' bullshit nigga quit the diarrhea
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess
Playa fuck around with the homeless, charmless
You can leave out here armless, no homies
Honest, you niggas is harmless
I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be)
Cosa Nostra , don't ever approach him
Don't get close to him
Shootouts and nothin' but rock 'n' roll to him
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood
'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook
It ain't nothin', it don't make it if you no good
I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to

[CHORUS]
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was try'na be calm
But, uh, that chopper Rrrot, put his head in his arms
And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose
He had too much talkin', not enough Deuce'
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em but I hit 'em up [gun shot]
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him


Y'all take them shoes off your teeth
Stop runnin' your mouth
No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth
I'll come to your house, me and my goons
Loadin' up bangers, ridin' under the moon
Throwin' up fingers sayin' "My side rule"
If a nigga disagree, that's when my side prove
That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed fool
And I'm "in it like Bennet " hoe, aren't I cool
But if that thermostat switch and that needle move
Then the attitude switch and the heat'll move
I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool
Me the disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe
Swallow the truth, belch reality
How does it taste? Pie to your face, You a bitch nigga
All pussy, stop comin' out your lips nigga
I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to

[CHORUS]
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was try'na be calm
But, uh, that chopper Rrrot, put his head in his arms
And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose
He had too much talkin', not enough Deuce'
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em but I hit 'em up [gun shot]
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him


Real talk boy, chill wit the talk boy
That Tommy Gun 'll tear your neighborhood apart boy
Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy
Start with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone boy
Wit your friends, to carry you alone
To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone
Fuck discussion, I ain't in to it boy
I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy
Big Uzi , tissue the boy
I'm inside lookin' out, you just an intruder boy
You need Sooches on your smooches boy
But, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to

[CHORUS]
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was try'na be calm
But, uh, that chopper Rrrot, put his head in his arms
And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose
He had too much talkin', not enough Deuce'
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em but I hit 'em up [gun shot]
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 13 - Carter II

Lil Wayne
CARTER II

So you made it this far, heh?
We upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don't shoot
You know what this is?
Still The Carter 2 people [x2]
Yeah, you still in the carter 2 people
Hey yeah

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

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 14 - Hustler Musik

Lil Wayne
HUSTLER MUSIK


Hit me
Shit
You already know [x4]
Damn, it's the Hustler Musik
Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' Hustler Musik
so ride to it yo, vibe to it yo
Damn

Goddamn
Missed and hit a nigga in his head with this one
I'mma paint the city red with this one
I'm ahead with this one
See you fucking with the boys
who tote toys way before Christmas
No assistance, just that persistence
with that commitment if
I don't get it, somebody gonna die tonight
I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne
And if the kid ain't right
then let me die in this song
I'll be riding, just riding alone
with my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kidding
How the hell you ain't here
to see your prince do his thing?
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear
but no emotions from a king
shall be
So I be who I be
That's me, that's Weezy F Baby and
please say the motherfucking
So I be who I be
That's me, that's Weezy F. Baby and
please say the motherfucking

[CHORUS]
Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here doing
what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating
So bitch
Why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky
my feet on the ground
my fingers to the judge if the money don't move
Then I won't budge (won't budge)
No I won't budge no, naw

Money is the motivation
Facing the avenue
Back touchin' the wall
Got the weed, got the gun
Gotta run wen I hear that bird call (birrr) dang
Hop in that thing and merk off
swerve off
You know me, they call me Birdman Jr.
Any body murderer
and Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of the opera
All black - clock tent - locked in
I can let them shots out
you can't get no shots in
Bulletproof
Leave a nigga with a bullet proof
Shoot you in your mouth and call it bullet tooth
I'm like what they do
What to do
There's a full court
Pressure I'm just going for the two
If I'm open for the three
I'm gonna take it in a second
Even if there's one second and
I'm gonna make it, it's nothing
I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothing
I take it for what it is worth to the durf motherfucker
(yeah)

[CHORUS]
Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here doing
what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating
So bitch
Why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky
my feet on the ground
my fingers to the judge if the money don't move
Then I won't budge (won't budge)
No I won't budge no, naw

I ain't never killed nobody I promise
I promise if you try me
you gonna have to rewind this track
and make me go back, that nigga go rat
That boy will lay flat so flat
That act is what I perform amongst you haters
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating (black)
Peter Pan flies till I die, what you saying
Baden ape , Yves Saint, Evisu is what I stand
Got me feelin' like Scarface , like the Cohiba
Streets reply I look right in the for seater
You know I be out here riding the for seater
Top floor of the Four Seasons , four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up
and look I got some
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
See, it's a cold world so homie bundle up
We ain't on this grind for nothing
Now get you hustle up

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 15 - Receipt

Lil Wayne
RECEIPT


It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away

Young boy, I know you love me like you never loved
You know you couldn't find a better thug
And uh, you been peepin' me since I was younger
So young that you even called me your little brother
But I'm all grown up now I got my own money
I'm married and divorced and my daughter is a woman
And guess what? My daughter want another
sister or a brother and you lookin' like a mother
I took you from a clubber to a lover
And you took another bitch husband
The other bitch wasn't doin' shit for him
She say she did too much, I say she did nothin'
She need to quit frontin'
I haven't hid nothin' and you love everything
Can't hide ya feelings, can't let my pride conceal it
You got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby you can keep the change, but

[CHORUS] x2
- Lil Wayne -
I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt
To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need
(It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to ya face
so I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away)

Destiny Child CD , song number three
She cater to me till we fall asleep
Then we wake up and we pick up where we started
Then she make a nigga breakfast Sprite , orange juice, n water
And she on stage waitin' for me after my show
So no time for groupies, straight to the top floor
Fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel
Then after an hour, she gonna need another shower
I'm at home or in the coupe or in the office
Or the streets or in the booth, thinkin' bout you
And, most of the girls that come by are cute
And they try to holla but they all on mute
And, my old girls turn they face up at me
And, they thrown they purses and they make up at me
'cause you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby you can keep the change but

[CHORUS] x2
- Lil Wayne -
I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt
To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need
(It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to ya face
so I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away)

Come home smellin' food on the stove
She done cleaned the whole house
Washed the dishes and the clothes
And we out we do it just how we supposed
Look good for the public leave the drama in the Rolls
Royce , choice of car that we move
And she gets high sometimes 'cause I'm always doin' it
You hear them hallways we always doin' it
Work cut, always feel like the first one
Perfect, when a nigga stressed off that work shit
Take away all the pain, make it lesser than dirt
That's why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby you can keep the change but

[CHORUS] x2
- Lil Wayne -
I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt
To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need
(It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to ya face
so I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away)

It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take her away

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 16 - Shooter [ featuring Robin Thicke ]

Lil Wayne
SHOOTER
[ featuring Robin Thicke ]

- Lil Wayne -
Yea, yea, yea
Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot
Rappin' fire, what you know about it?
I brought my homie along for the ride
He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel

- Robin Thicke -
I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor!"
Then even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security good
Jumped right over counter
Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter [2x]

- Lil Wayne -
I think they want me to surrender
But no, I can't do it [2x]

So many doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga, die, I hope you bleed a lake
I'mma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow!

- Robin Thicke - Lil Wayne -
With all these riches and, all these riches
But ain't no loaners around
They thinkin' about shooters that shooters that
Guns, girls, ladies that gunners that
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooter

Put my hands up
They want me with my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter

- Lil Wayne - Robin Thicke -
But I'm not
I just cry mama, I think they, hey
Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter)

- Lil Wayne -
And to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers
It's outrageous, you don't know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern, face it
If we too simple then y'all don't get the basics

- Robin Thicke -
Lady walks into a shotgun surprise
Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes
He said "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon regret it
I'm your, shooter

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, Shooter [2x]

- Lil Wayne - Robin Thicke -
Me won't surrender, me no pretender

Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take pain like Tylenol s , raw
Way past par, for, I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who when where how
And, my reply was simply pow!

Mama, I think they, hey
me think they want me to surrender
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up
they want me to surrender) [2x]

No, me won't surrender, no, no
I promise no surrender
I got my burner
And I'm your shooter

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 17 - Weezy Baby [ featuring Nikki ]

Lil Wayne
WEEZY BABY
[ featuring Nikki ]


- Lil Wayne -
Yeah, my girl get in at 1:15 am
The guitar's crying right now
Just a couple things going on in my life
you know

Brim leaning, cup tilted, blunt flicking
Get money, fuck bitches
Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it
I keep going, she keep comin', what you know 'bout it
So 'bout it, like Master P , but no coward
No, I am no Howard the duck duck
Lead showers, black flowers
Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
Ma dough tactics is so crafty
No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards
I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster
Like ... oh Nancy the flow's plastic, automatic, I'm
More drastic, ain't no names compared to me
Who are you? Where are ya? I can't see, ya air to me
Ya not there to me
I ain't fucking with you bitch niggas
I'm fucking ya sis, nigga, it's Weezy

[HOOK]
- Nikki -
If you gonna call him Weezy
then you must say the Baby
If you don't say the Baby
Then just don't say it at all

- Lil Wayne -
I'm slick as an old mack, I'm sick as a prozac
And the Carter 1 was the dick for you hoes trapped
And this is Tha Carter 2 and this is the bozack
Digging you hoes back, quick if I blow back
Got it gone Rabbit
Fast ma daddy's Rabbit at home
What up pa ? (What up?)
What up Pac ? (What up?)
What up Pun ? (What up?)
What up Big ? (what up?)
What up Solja ?
As the streets get colder I get chillier
What up Left Eye ? (What up?)
What up Aaliyah ? (What up?)
Tec 9 close by, touch 'em up
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up
Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the fuck
Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from?
I chew 'em up like bubble gum, yumyum
Young Weezy so troublesome, what, what?

[HOOK]
- Nikki -
If you gonna call him Weezy
then you must say the Baby
If you don't say the Baby
Then just don't say it at all

- Lil Wayne -
I ain't talking fast, you just listening too slow
I'm getting them Benjamins
Can serve like the Wimbledon
If I'm in any predicament, nervous never that
Got a gat to knock whoever back, back very flat
Chest caved in, mess on the pavement
Splat cherry wax , rahh, bury that
Rats, scary cat, rat, carry that
Hollygrove trigger man, guns in a knapsack
Area code five zero four , I ain't Nino fucking Brown
And this is Tha Carter ho, this is a quarter stick
This in ya garter ho, leave out the back
and go straight to the corner store
Return with the cake, come with all ma dough
And if not they find you in a lake in the morning ho
Weezy Baby please say the Baby
If not, don't ya motherfucking say it at all, bitch

[HOOK]
- Nikki -
If you gonna call him Weezy
then you must say the Baby
If you don't say the Baby
Then just don't say it at all

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 19 - I'm a Dboy [ featuring Birdman ]

Lil Wayne
I'M A DBOY
[ featuring Birdman ]


- Lil Wayne -
Yeah
Okay, I'm strapped
Get 'Em
Black hat , black shades , black diamonds
oh, behave
No he can't, with the fuckin' seats back
Got the paint job though
And the fuckin' seats cracked

[CHORUS]
I'm a d-boy
Bitch I'm a d-boy
Ho I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket
I got money in my block
I got the money in the power
I'm a d-boy
Bitch I'm a d-boy
Ho I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket
I got money in my block
I got the money in the power
I'm gone

- Lil Wayne -
Thinkin' of a master plan
I get money but I'm thinkin' of a faster plan
I'm tryin' to cash it in
I got 5 in that garbage can and the Wrap Saran
I need cash advance
See I know three sold
The other two a jam
I'mma sit on one
and whip the other one much as I can
Hot ass fuckin' Sedan
Windows rolled down no sound
Them bricks got the speakers drowned
I ain't listenin' for shit but sirens
I ain't tryin to get to my ships sunk
fuck you pirates
I'll touch you cowards
It ain't nothin' to a boss
The niggas in the hood try'na floss
and ya head gotta cost nigga
Take a loss nigga
SS five five all black
with the top chopped off that
Catch me in the spots
where the shots pop off at
I ain't tryin to prove nothin
I'm just tryin to move somethin'

[CHORUS]
I'm a d-boy
Bitch I'm a d-boy
Ho I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket
I got money in my block
I got the money in the power
I'm a d-boy
Bitch I'm a d-boy
Ho I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket
I got money in my block
I got the money in the power
I'm gone

- Birdman -
See we cookin' up a thousand grams
I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans
Triple color with the platinum jam
50 birds homeboy in the back of a van
A hundred grand in rubber bands
We got them birds in the coffee cans
We got the whips wit the extra clips
Got bitches outta state niggas flippin' them bricks
Been in the Caddy, been in the alley
Nigga been on the block
Right in front of Mrs. Gladys ...
Nigga know bout hustlin'
know bout stuntin'
Did the curb servin' shyned every summer (biatch)
Been on front, been in the back
Nigga roll with ducttape and ride wit the mack
We see these haters like fuck them niggas
We made men millionaire hustlin' our nature


[CHORUS]


- Lil Wayne -
8 AM , open my eyes
Yeah, kick my bitch, tell her open the blinds
And I'm, over the stove at 9
Yeah I'm cookin breakfast for the block
then I let her cook mine
Yeah quick line in the bathroom before we bounce
Not me I mean her she go a day, a ounce (damn)
Y'all pray for her
While I'm at the bus station
in the Bentley sittin' low as I wait for ya
I'm gettin' dough, I'm a paper .. boy I will take ya
For the right paper .. boy I will take her
Shake her, tape her, waist up
Send her to the money she be back before I wake up
Get cha cake up
Y'all niggaz lame ducks
Ya pro'ly get ya game up when I'm givin the game up
My name Wayne what
Hot boy flame up
You niggas tryin to change up
and I'm gettin my change up


[CHORUS]

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 20 - Feel Me

Lil Wayne
FEEL ME

- Interviewer -
So, "Little Wayne", what's your motivation?

- Lil Wayne -
Is that really a question?
Do you really have that written down in your notepad?
You should be ashamed of yourself
You smell me, girl, I smell like money
See, that's what they don't understand
(Tell 'em a goddamn thang)
To me it was always get money or die
I come up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know what I mean, I'm stunner junior
That's all I know, that's all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying
And I feel that way, for real

So hard I go, I keep pushing
The game so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars
every time I played hookie
Dwayne Carter absent keep looking
I'm present on the block
I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright like heaven on the watch
Yea nigga I done dropped one eleven on the watch
So watch and see what I do
Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing "hachoo!"
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby now the F is for FEMA
Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia
Yea no cure, no help
So me so good, so hard, so felt
Feel me

And that's just my point right there
That's what I'm always trying to stress
Know what I'm saying?
If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me
then you ain't real in my eyes
and that's all that count to me, you know

- Interviewer -
So
is your music considered the voice of Urban America
or America period?

- Lil Wayne -
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood
'cause that's who I speak for
and myself, you know what I mean?
My family that's who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life, you know

Come on, bang this shit, nigga pump my shit
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas
What they wanna do? I'm ready
Tevin Campbell , no homo, black rambo
Fucking with the boy baby that's a cambo
If he won in Vegas leave him on the Crap Table
I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable
Like nobody make a sound
Where the paper? Where the paper?
Gotta get it, gotta have it
Once I got it I'mma spend it
Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be like birthday parties
No room to park the cars in the garages
So outside the cribs all you see is arayis
If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I ain't foreign
Feel me

And see that's where everybody get me wrong at
you know what I mean?
I got that heat rock, for real

- Interviewer -
Why do you think
other rappers lack the impact of your music?

- Lil Wayne -
That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me
you know what I mean?
They ain't spitting like me
They spitting
but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over here man, for real
I need relief, y'all help me
I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all
for real


And based on the bank
I'm doing much better than a lot of these niggas
I'm tired of these niggas
Yawning when I see them
make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking back and passing
They catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh, ooh, that gonna probably burn ya
That gonna probably learn ya
to never ever ever
ever ever ever come around here no more
Rich gangsters over here
you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the god, I should ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe, yeah
Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em bout my last show
Tell 'em bout my last hoe
You know, just born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime niggas falling back
That's right I'm coming baby, yeah, hard as crack
Feel Me

And thats just what it is, nigga
If you don't like my shit
then fuck you and your shit man, straight up
That's how I was taught, that's how I was brought up
and that's how I'mma go down
Cash-Money
Young-Money in your motherfucking throat, bitch!
Swallow slow
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over
go to the next song
bitch

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 21 - Get Over [ featuring Nikki ]

Lil Wayne
GET OVER
[ featuring Nikki ]


Yea, real rap, real rap fo' ya
Lighters up, lets get 'em

[CHORUS]
- Nikki - Lil Wayne -
Though, though I'm missin' you (straight to the head man)
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin' without ya is impossible (yea)
Gone ... I know you gone, live on
(cry momma, ya momma)
'cause you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya

- Lil Wayne -
Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya
He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya
Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to
It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor
Standin' on stage in front of thousands
Don't amount to me not havin' my father
That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em
But you need 'em way more
when you gotta go without 'em
And I'm without 'em, but that's life y'all
Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard
I'm alright God, shit I'm still breathin'
But lose hurt like bullets, I'm about to start bleedin'
Throw me down some comfort, cause my heart need it
Tryin' to cope wit my chances and meet 'em
There's a dark road ahead, but I'm tryin to take it easy
Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga

[CHORUS] x2
- Nikki - Lil Wayne -
Though, though I'm missin' you
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin' without ya is impossible
Gone ... I know you gone, live on
'cause you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya
(I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over
but I'm a soldier, so I gotta over
can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over)

Smoke kush all day and pop painkillers
Fuck who don't understand it
this what the game did us
This what the streets showed us
This how the block made us
the same block where they layed 'em
I pray every time I cross the spot on the pavement
save me
Lord will I be next for the taking? Take me
I know I'm livin' like I know when I'm comin'
But I'm just livin' cause I know that it's comin'
And the end is comin', but I ain't runnin'
I ain't hidin' and duckin', I'm in the middle of a war
I'm alive and love it
I'm just speakin' from the heart of the dyin' public
We still beatin', we gonna rise above it
Though it seem like they cheatin' and we losin'
We survive if nothin'
They could never take the stride from strugglin'
I gotta ride
And sometimes that ride get bloody
But I just think about my buddy
and go after that money, but uh

[BRIDGE]
- Nikki - Lil Wayne -
Oh, we gotta get over
we gotta get over, gotta get over
It's almost over, and we gonna be alright
(I gotta get over, I gotta get over
'cause bitch I'm a soldier)

- Lil Wayne -
Straight Patrone out the bottle to the head now
We gettin' red now, bitch my nigga dead now
And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now
I shoulda said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds
Now I gotta walk around, brim down
Just tryin' to find my way to the next day, escape
Ya birthday could be ya death date
So I'm livin' like it was just yesterday, let's pray
Ten fingers together, can't bring 'em together
It's murder murder, I don't think it get better
So be a competitor or get out the weather
Me? I got a umbrella and a Berretta
I'm just tryin' to make sure
my daughter future progressin'
And behind that, I'm shootin' excessive, trust me
The beautiful dead, we livin' wit the ugly
I just tell my pops wait for me, I'm comin'

[CHORUS] x2
- Nikki - Lil Wayne -
Though, though I'm missin' you
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin' without ya is impossible
Gone ... I know you gone, live on
'cause you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya
(I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over
but I'm a soldier, so I gotta over
can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over)

[Repeatedly]
(I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over
but I'm a soldier, so I gotta over
can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over)

They ask me why I wear shades at night time
'cause I don't wanna see nothin! Yea
Like I said
life ain't nothin but a long extended road, keep drivin'
I done passed up plenty people up on the side of road
no help, keep goin'
Yea, lost a lot of passengers on the ride
kept goin', yep
Who knows when I'll run outta gas? Yea

Lil Wayne [2005] - THA CARTER II - track 22 - Fly Out

Lil Wayne
FLY OUT


- Lil Wayne -
We here
I said we here
The back of Tha Carter
The back of Tha Carter .. Two, ooh
Yeah, this here is .. the end of Tha Carter Two , people
Hey, haha, yea

I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the train
I'm like the key in the truck
I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless
Seeing through you niggas like a fuckin' psychic
Hearing through the grapevine, niggas wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift? Man you better be Peyton
Boy, the heat's on, they make a peace bond
I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
A Tec-11 , AK 47 , one Beretta, ready for whatever
Tell them pussy niggas come together
Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga
Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal nigga
I'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga
Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different nigga
Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin'
But she ain't really trippin', 'cause the pots is pissed in
Them niggas trippin', until the shots whistling
Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention
I gotta bitch, and quit callin' women bitches
As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
No preventing the crime, I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin'
There you go shittin' on a way a nigga thinkin
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
And since the future ain't promised to no one
I live everyday like this is the sure one
Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in the heat, till the motherfuckin' snow come
And it feels so fuckin' good
Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Runnin' cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
Come and get it, automatics in motion
We bangin' for the bread nigga, even the molded
I got my loaf, I got my toast
Chaperone of the south, I got my coast, yea
And until I die
I'm tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha best rapper alive !