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Текст песни:

Yeah, Hustla

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla
no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla
no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right

The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin man on the clock like hands grindin like teeth
get money like heath cliff hukstable keep it comin
like keith gotta meke last forever for worse or for better gotta make it past the devil so guns i
got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron
nevelle bu i just play to win holler back like heavy metal. smellin like pedals from a rose so they
hoes. my breads buildin bagels and legos when i rose
they froze trust me for the pesos im an a hole AK holes. think face blow and understand talkin money
by the case loads gun off safety im in safe mode i
will hold court until the case closed. brown bag bitch

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla
no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla
no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right

young new investment aint no turnin me back had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack and i
aint never goin back sike i love the life standin
under the street ilght tryin to get off that white at a reasonable price nah i aint tryin to bargain
wit ya niggas hatin well i guess they gonna be
starvin wit u i got 2 jobs i sell and cop shit like father like son well i was adopoted. i told the
birdman stunna gimme a chance and i dont even wanna
tell u waht i did with my advance cause im only a man i had to feed my fam takin that hood shit and
copped about 24 grams man i guess it is wat it is it
was wat it was before the rap game i waas sellin drugs either way im six figures before my first
record ill stunt yall dont respect my my work habits im a
hustla

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla
no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla
no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right

yeah thank u up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater from a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies
that how im hood rich and murder was the case got me
emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u up
im rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta
hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions
cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin how roll
with the chopper if money on your block for the money ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money
wouldnt stop us from ridin fly whips now they hoe out
jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman
raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman got a navy
and cash money cant save ya.

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla
no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla
no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Verse 1:]
A Millionaire,
I′m a Young Money Millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just 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 dolla,
And the all mighty power of dat ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,
Got tha maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers... ha ha ha ha 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,

[Verse 2:]
A millie in here
With them Young Money Millionaires
Think you wheelie pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli... the Vanilli′s in here I′m a rascal don′t get whopped,
I get brats who don′t give top, I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could
Never put a brake on, An I break on anything a nigga take on,
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like I′m Akon,
Cause I make cons... Where the base gone, get the base blown,
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops I′m kamikaze
Drop a rock with them Obamas, Illie in the mind, really with the nine,
Millie when I rhyme, silly anytime, Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime,
Penny on the line, Plentys in me, any guinea′s with em bigger than a mini and remind
I′m Illie and it′s all off G piece and a P... G walk by beep beep,
With a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep...
She caught by Weezy F, we be the best,
Truely to death, prove me the rest,
Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left... Ha

I′m illi in here I′m a young money millionaire
What chyall really want it naw
Y′all don′t really wanna do it
If hip hop is dead I am the embalming fluid
And I don′t care who it be, I′m steppin to it
Notice I say ′it′ cause to me, it ain′t shit
Get. it.
Call me whacha like trick
Call me on my sidekick
Never answer when it′s private
Man I hate a shy chick
Don′t you hate a shy chick
I had a plate of shy chick and she ain′t shy no mo′
She changed her name to my chick
Hahaha, yea boy that′s my girl
And she pops excellent up in waynes world
Totally dude you should
See their faces when they see that
This robot can move
And it′s say...
Hahaha, yea
And it go...
That′s right

I′m a millionaire I′m a
Young money cash money fast money
Slow money mo′ money neva low money
What is that, who is that, I never heard of it
I will take your picture and make a ′rest in peace′ shirt of it
Tell those niggas beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cause I
Killed and now don′t tell no one you heard of me
It′s like, the beat was screamin, murder me
And I′m a, murderer
So I murdered it

And you niggas is what I eatin I′ll make sure of it
And he who don′t believe me I′ll make dessert of him
Sherbet him, I mean
Shame on him, or her Carter, Father, Of

This rap thang, this is my race
Gon′ take a lap man weezy babys nursery
Now gon′ take a nap man, it′s nap time
I′ll holla back at you at snack time

Weezy... F... yea, ok
They say I′m rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gon′ beat Lil Wayne
My name ain′t bic, but I keep that flame boi
Who dat one
Dat do dat boy
Ya′ll knew dat
True dat swallow
And I be the shhhh
Now you got loose bowels

I don′t owe you like two vowels
But I′d like for you to pay me by the hour
Hahaha
And I′d rather be pushing flowers,
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
See 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 girls like I′m Michael Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn′t doubt me

Man, life, just ain′t life, without me
Hip hop just ain′t hip hop, without me
Young moola baby
C3

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Nurse]
Where′s my coffee?
Good Morning Docter Carter (Hey Sweetie)
Looks like it′s going to be a long day. (Ahh another one what we got?)
Your first patient (Yeah)
Is suffering from a lack of concept (Uh-Huh)
Originality (Ugh)
His flow is weak (Another one)
And he has no style (Ugh)
Whatcha got for um?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ok.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 tryin 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 pistols on the playground.
Watch the gunplay 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 sensai.
You gotta have faith you gotta gotta wait wait...

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Okay.
Respect is in the heart.
So that′s where I′m a 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 rereciting
Something cause you just like it
So you say it just like it.
Some say it′s biting
But I say it′s enlightning
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.
Authritist in my hand from writing.
But I′m a docter 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 Vicatin
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 unit.

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Swagger Tighter Then A Yeast Infection.
Fly Go Hard Like Geast 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 Setence 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.
Wheres The Stiches Heres The Knife.
Smack His Face His Eyes Open.
I Reply With A Nice Welcome Back.
Hip Hop I Saved Your Life

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Deluxe Edition]

[Talking:]
I hate gossip
And I don′t walk around lookin for it, you know?
But, yesterday It Seemed to just wander around till it found me you know like
The gossip found me
Then why don′t you just prove it.
How? You don′t know how to prove it?
Well, what you just do is...
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... (Ooo)

[Lil Wayne:]
Stop... hatin on a nigga
That is a weak emotion
The lady of a nigga
And you could get tipped
Like ya waitin on a nigga
Put a body bag and an apron on tha 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 gone wear that championship belt soo tight
And if I′m wrong, there is no right
And if I′m wrong, there is Snow White...
I′m tryna be polite, but you bitches in my hair like the fuckin PO-LICE, and
My flow is rare, these other rappers nice,
These other rappers bark,
Some of em′ even bite
But I′m much more bright
I give the game sight
So before you dim the light you just might... might... wanna

[Talking:]
Think it over (think it over) Oo
Think it over (think it over) Baby... get em

[Lil Wayne: ]

Stop... analyzin′ critacizin′,
You should realize what I am and start epidamizin′
Lagenament, 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 citys cryin′
Cause my citys dyin′
But I emerge from all of that, I am a living pion eer near zion,
Fear god not them,
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot...
And soo woop, and then I leave a tub in the booth, I leave a bloodbath,
Sorry that′s a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
Like the strings on the shoe
Nah nigga fuck that
I′m twisted like the string on a boot, where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, I must ask...

[Talking:]
Hey, haven′t I been good to you? (Think it over)
Tell me, haven′t I been sweet to you?

[Lil Wayne:]
Drag my name through the mud
I come out clean
Cast away stones
I won′t even blink
A gun is not a math problem,
I won′t 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 gone need cheese if I′m bakin′ the ziti
You niggas want beef,
I want a steak and uh we be,
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica, where weed be,
Hard body nigga, just takin it easy,
All about my paper, bout my paper like EZ,
Wider wrappers, why do rappers, lie to fans, lie to rappers,
Lotta rappers, lie like actors, cut tha motherfuckin cameres
Cut the check... fuck ya props
I Am hip hop

And I ain′t dead I′m alive [pulse]

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

(feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Lil Wayne]
Uhh Yeahh Uh Ohh Yeahh
Hey Barbie, ah, ah, ah, are you into black men?
He-hey hey Barbie! I can be your black Ken
Wow! Cause′ once you go black, you never go back
She wore my hair black, with girls in the back
Then she threw that ass back, back, back
Then I fell to the Mat and after that
Everything went back!

[Chorus]
Baby 1, 2, 3
Tell′em get the referee
Cause he can
Get the knockout
If the telephone rings
It′s emergency
Cause he can
Get the knockout
Get the knockout

[Lil Wayne]
Hey Barbie, can I call you Barbara? Haha
Hey Barbie, can I call you tomorrow and today?
Cause′ once you go black, you never go back
And once you go Wayne, everybody else is whack
She threw that ass back, back, back
Then I fell to the Mat and after that
Everything went back!

[Chorus]
Baby 1, 2, 3
Tell′em get the referee
Cause he can
Get the knockout
If the telephone rings
It′s emergency
Cause he can
Get the knockout
Get the knockout

[Nicki Minaj]
Awe fuck it
Give me that damn bucket
Wh-when I throw this pussy
You better not start duckin
Oh yo
Head on with the blow
Lo-look out in the crowd
And everybody′s yellin no
Grab him by the locks
And give us a good box
The head of the below the belt
I wanna give him good tock
Tock, tock
Give him good tock
And if it below the belt
I wanna give him good tock
1, 2, 3
They yellin 1, 2, 3
I done hit him with that motherfuckin court piece
Tell′em, tell′em the mouth out
To late to cop out
Give him more head than toothpaste like I locked out

[Chorus]
Baby 1, 2, 3
Tell′em get the referee
Cause he can
Get the knockout
If the telephone rings
It′s emergency
Cause he can
Get the knockout
Get the knockout

[Lil Wayne]
So just knock me out
So just knock me out
Yea
Just knock me out
So just knock me out
Just knock me out
Just knock me out
Just knock me out
Just knock me out

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

O wwwwwwwww Scotti lets make it rain on these niggas

Lil Wayne

Yeah im in this bitch for terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I′m in this bitch for terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes

Fat Joe

Cr Cr Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack
U hear the Echo, man I seen the best go, u seen how that metal
Im a Hustla’s Hustla, A Pusher’s Pusher
U a busta a custerma, I get u sum cooka
Yea Crack is a chemist, I pack a 11, I mack in a 7, I’ll clap at ur reverend
I see u in NY, I’ll send u an invite, U gon need u a pass that’s the code that we live by.

Lil Wayne’s Chorus
Yeah im in this bitch for terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I′m in this bitch for terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes

Fat Joe 2nd verse

O WWWW Clap Clap Clap Gotta make that ass Clap Gotta make that ass Clap
Clap Clap Clap Clap Gotta Make that ass Clap Gotta make that ass Clap

Now why’s everybodi so mad at the south for
Change ur style up.. switch 2 southpaw
Jada I was listenin(listenin), so I made him a anthem 2 make some divendens
Lil mama try 2 hit me with the Shoulder Lean ,This Cootco Crack and I control the team
Couple Bricks Stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro sippin that promethazeen
That Gonja Green that Cali Weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me
Now yup yup we get it, no advanced about it
And the rain keep fallin even when its Drownin

Lil Wayne Chorus
Yeah im in this bitch for terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I′m in this bitch for terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes

Fat Joe 3rd verse

O wwwww mami’s bodi is bangin man she got it man she does it all
She gets it poppin with no hands I’ll make it pour
I’ll make it rain on em I’ll lay a game 2 em
I’m gassin misses to tattoo my name on em
Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up
Gotta suspect me,xactly test this crack and want a ring on us
And U Kno what it is, yo its them powder kids
And we kno how 2 bizz, so we don’t give a shit.

Lil Wayne Chorus

Yeah im in this bitch for terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I′m in this bitch for terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Chorus:]
We over here hustlin′, we over here grindin′
We over here hustlin′, we over here grindin′
We over here hustlin′, we over here grindin′
I′m all, i′m all about my paper, I′m all, i′m all about my paper
We over here hustlin′, we over here grindin′
We over here hustlin′, we over here
We over here hustlin′, we over here grindin′
I′m all, i′m all about my paper, I′m all, i′m all about my paper

[Lil′ Wayne:]
Now ho don′t ask me what i′m doing, thats me in the hook.
And i just keep on gettin it gettin it like a ni′ in the book
Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh′
If your bitch don′t know the rules, i will read her the book.
I got the key to the boat, i got the key to the jet.
I got the key to success, get money invest.
Read up with the rest. I got a swedish connect.
That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress.
Ok, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess.
That′s called my bullets and lugers, i put ′em deep in your neck.
Adam′s apple meet banana clip.
You know my script, i just get my chips and then i dip, and then i dip.
They say the bullshit walks, the money talks.
So I don′t answer, I don′t answer unless the money talks.
Yeah that′s my word, thats my word know i will front for y′all.
Its money over everything and bitches under all. M.O.B!

[Chorus]

[Birdman:]
I say uptown cobblin′, uptown rockin′, uptown niggas.
It′s the home of the hard knocks.
Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white.
Ridin′ with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice.
Shop ′till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho.
Got the game from Pixie′s, second floor sixth court.
Bling bling king nigga, money ain′t a thing nigga.
Ridin′ in a lamborghini, suicidal regal wings.
Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers.
Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper.
Zip it and whip it nigga, that′s how we ship it, nigga.
Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga.
I spent a mill on my grill for real.
′Cause we be stuntin while we hustlin, nigga makin his meals.
We be grindin′ while we shinin′, nigga packin′ that steel
Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin′ the bills.

[Chorus]

[Birdman:]
I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switchin the lanes, nigga
Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga.
Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga.
That′s what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga.
Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga.
Stop all that reppin′, ′fore i... send some flames, nigga.
All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga.
′Cause we be stuntin′, nigga. Moving them things, nigga.

[Lil′ Wayne:]
Paper paper, paper. All i need is paper. Green paper.
White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher′s aprin.
Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga.
Bitch, nigga talkin′. This is how money sound.
I′m just chillin′ but my money still runnin ′round.
Yeah, and I just do′s what i does.
You niggas couldn′t even be who i was

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

(feat. Shanell)

[Lil Wayne:]
No regrets at all, I′m high and I hope you can catch the fall
Welcome to my lecture hall, you can′t shake my infection off
Take me to your leader and, I promise I will be the man
Swim until I see the sand, then die as soon as I reach the land
The water′s over our hands, what happened to our plans
Swim until I see the sand, then die as soon as I reach the land!

[Chorus:]
This is my resurrection, so fuck your resolution
I don′t need no protection, I don′t need your confusion
Don′t know what to believe
Don′t know what to believe
Don′t know what to believe
Don′t care what you believe
Cause I′m so over you, yeah I′m so over you
Yeah I fly over you, cause I′m so over you

[Shanell:]
Heeeey
I did everything by the book, book, book
Scribblin′ (?) that I took, took, took
Find that you′ll never (?)
Setting the setup to fall like the twins, you... struck
Show them a picture of my I.D.
Better enough to prove that it′s me
Look in the mirror,
Now who should I...

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]
Ha!
Don′t know what to believe (huh)
Don′t know what to believe (yeah)
Don′t know what to believe (huh)
Don′t care what you believe (yeah)
Don′t know what to believe (huuuh)
Don′t know what to believe (yeaaaaah)
Don′t know what to believe (huuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaah)
Yeaah!
Huh!

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

It was the summer of 2001
And I saw the whole fuckin thing
Yo! Can I say fuck on tv?
These guys had on some squad, shit!
It was Lil′ Wayne, two puppies, one child, and a dike
But not just any dike, Dick Van Dike
Hey, can I give a few shotouts to my people?
Yo mom! Yo dad! What′s up? Cool! I′m on tv!
Hey, I been tellin them guys to get off the corner!
(I mean y′all know I′m good for...)

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Oh No, No, Oh No, No
Oh No, No, Oh No, No, Oh No, No

I play the bullshit from the backseat champ
Yea I′m in the backseat still got the seat back
Feet back stay from where the fake be at
Niggaz 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
Streetsweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch
Leave you bloody with the cops to match
Bullet holes in ya from the chopper blast
Like... Ha ha
That′s bullet holes in your sneakers got you hoppin 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
Garunteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every piece of ya physical body he leakin′
Mortimer is no longer leapin′ he sleepin′
While you pussy niggaz is sleepin he thinkin
Deep in thought the boy ain′t even linkin
Bob Marley got me stinkin
Stackin figures I′m standin firm life′s a slinky
Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
And the dope go inside of the veins from where I came
Though I bear a name only one call live with
Coach they won′t knock me off my pivot forget it
I′m sicker with it
Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill
What you know about a bongo having her mind goOver a convo about dough
Nothing! Man the four wheelers look so good on the sand
Tee or tanktop pocket fan
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
Cuz to each its own and the lights is bright
And I′m feelin 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 gettin up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot
Hold up the beat might drop

[Outro]

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

(featuring Blaque & Mannie Fresh)


[Chorus - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]
Push Impalas and Caprice′s (Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)
That′s, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)
It′s my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20′s on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)
′Cause that′s what hoes like (Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that got that work to move

(Verse 1 - Lil′ Wayne)
It′s Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South
Get up your dope, I′m putting birdies out
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you bitch you still ain′t got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain′t got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house
Nigga we tymin′, the cost of my watch over ya house
I′m a boss man, I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let′s hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick ′til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only, keepin it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga it′s Weezy
This shit is over somebody cue me

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - Lil′ Wayne)
You don′t wanna play wit me, I touch you man
Lose ya man in a tussle, but y′all don′t see me
Y′all can′t hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y′all know I′m the yee-yo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder
That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you want it man
Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun
I den drove a lot of QP′s from, here and there on the road
For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son
That′s, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Juvenile]
Ah hmmm hmmmm
Hmmmm Hmmm

[Verse 1 (Juvenile)]
When I say I don′t give a fuck
I mean that yeah
?? brains is getting bust
I didn′t say that yeah
If a shipment was comin in
I need a ?? wodie
I need a sixty-forty nigga
And no chargin′ that wodie
You done heard about Michael Jackson
And shiggidy shit
But you ain′t never heard about me
When i′m flissin a bitch
Niggas shoulders gettin knocked
Clean off of they head
See that red dot comin from
Me and my girlfriend
Cause I wants mine
I needs mine
And i′m about to get mine
At these times
Look lil′ daddy
You ain′t got to worry about none of these other niggas
You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya
Look, I make a phone call to the big dog
Y′all bitches better handle y′all business before I hit y′all
Even though a nigga rich and i rock ice
I still bust a nigga head on the block aright

[Chorus 2x (Juvenile & Lil′ Wayne)]
[Juvenile]
It′s enemy turf that i′m on
So i′ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calicoe
My lil′ brother Weezy

[Lil′ Wayne]
My big brother Juvi
Four hit the blocks
Strapped up with the Uzis

[Verse 2 (Lil′ Wayne)]
What, What, La
Gun for gun
Eye for eye
Better move yo′ wife and son
′Cause i ride or die
Cashmoney Hot Boy
Bless me when i′m gone
But until then load up the chrome cause it′s on
I been bout it
Put a ??????
I drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock and make ′em flip
And i be full of that trash
i be the first one to jump out the jag bust at ′em fast
Watch the bullets chop off the head
And make ′em fall in the grass
One move they all die
Lil′ Weezy small frie
Guerilla when it′s war time
Y′all better learn
When this nigga shoot it′ll be all hell
Well then let ′em burn
????????????????
Seven churn and i be damn if i let ′em go
If i don′t get my dough
Then hell will be all blowin′
′Till i R.I.P CMR i be
I put it down for all my peeps
Nigga, i′m HB for real

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
All i know is the streets
And how to strap up
When it′s time shoot it
Cock yo′ heaters
Tie up yo′ bags
It′s time to do it
Blaze the blunt
Shut off the lights
And cut down the music
Roll down the windows
Turn the corner
And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr
If ya don′t know now
Then ya never will learn
You ca play with Lil′ Wayne
And yo′ block get burned
You must love to go swimmin
Cause tha water gets deeper
See i bust you wide open
And take ′ya daughter with me
Here come the beat boy
Shoot out the street lights
Time to bring on the heat boy
If you ain′t really wit it
Then you better get back
I open yo′ chest
And make it look just like a wet cat
This is a death trap
i′ma a guerilla and i mean it
leave ya′ head still in a beanin′
?? on the semen
Calicoe steamin′
Red dot beamin′
Dressed up suspicious
Play with lil′ Weezy you′ll be ?? for the vicious

[Chorus 2x]

Enemy Turf
Time to strap up

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

(feat. Mannie Fresh)

[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie
Fre Fresh Err Fresh
Fre Fresh Err Fresh
Fre Fresh Err Fresh
Fre Fresh Err Fresh

Go DJ, that′s my DJ
Go DJ, that′s my DJ
Go DJ, that′s my DJ
Go DJ, yea
Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard

[Lil Wayne talking]
Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want yall out there to do for me is say this

[Hook]
Say go DJ, cuz that′s my DJ
Say go DJ, cuz that′s my DJ
Say go DJ, cuz that′s my DJ
Say go DJ, cuz that′s my cuz that′s my

[Lil Wayne]
Murder one on one, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the tummy, bustin a tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame
I got that medicine, I′m better than all the names
Ay its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his frame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
Cuz the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
That aint even a muthafuckin aim I get dough boy
And you already know that pimpin
18 how I′m livin young′n show that Bentley
Stunna my Pa so you know that′s in me
Gotti my mentor so don′t go there wit me

[Hook]
[Repeat X2]

[Lil Wayne]
And I move like the Coupe thru traffic
Rush hour GT Bent′ roof is absent
Ya bitch present wit the music blastin
And she keep askin how it shoot if its plastic
I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back and cut the Carter back
up, oh fa sho
Ay Big Mike they betta step thangs its already up
Before they step to a sergeant′s son, I got army guns
You niggas never harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I′m done talking
And I aint just begun, I been runnin my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony bitch
Paraphony tips, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go

[Lil Wayne talking]
Hold on let me hit the blunt
So go, so go
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the Carter

[Hook X1]

[Lil Wayne]
Birdman put them niggas in a trash can
Leave em outside of your door I′m your trash man
I′m steady lightin another hash and ridin in my jag
You will need a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hidin in the grass
Sooner or later I′ll cut it knock the blades in yo ass
You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass
While the homie here tryna get paid in advance
I′m stayin on my grizzy I′ma bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit me then I′m goin find your mother
Niggas wanna eat cuz they aint ate nothin
But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I′ma walk into the restaurant alone, leavin out
Leavin behind just residue and bones
In your residents with Rugers to your dome
Like where the fuck you holdin the coke, holdin your throat, choke

This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
This is the Carter

[Hook X1]

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

(feat. Birdman, Rick Ross & T-Pain)

[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
Yeah (I got the shoes wit′ the matchin′ fit check)
Yeah (I got them jewels lookin′ phat around my neck)
Yeah (Take a picture) Click click
(Take a picture) click click
(Check me out!) Yeah I know what I′m doin′

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Started wit′ a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
Started on a corner now a nigga 106
Heroin ain′t quiet nah you can′t quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin′ mine
You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours
I Fifty-carat mine I′m fuckin′ several whores
When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack
′Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo I′m gettin′ cake hoe
If you don′t love Cash Money you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece
A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease
You know I′m stuntin′ hard Phantom in the front yard
Put Ross on the front just to front hard
Cash Money money comin′ on freight liners
Cash Money got me buyin′ these great diamonds

[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
We got the swine wit′ the suede on top
The money keep a-comin′ nigga peep the droptops
The white keep cookin′ and the beige raw rock
And we flip the whole bird mama cookin′ out the pots
Keep the tool in my hand ′cause we get it ′round the clock
Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
Them niggaz poppin′ shit but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play wit′ me I′m gettin′ another till dropped
250 on the grill spent the same on the watch
Them hoes see us winnin′ so you know they gon′ flock
I bought another island wit′ them foreign head lights
I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night
Them laws keep a-watchin′ so we shinin′ so bright
Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
Big Money Heavyweight nigga that′s my life
Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga

[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Started wit′ some hubbers 12 years old
Maan I swear to God I was 12 years old
My mama didn′t know and Stunna ain′t know ′bout it
′Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket
Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that′ll break ya off
Them niggaz runnin′ up the terminal we takin′ off
They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga I mack hard bitch I′m a bad boy
Fuck a security guard I turn ′em into track stars
You know my name baby that′s Weezy Fuckin′ Baby
And if that nigga hatin′ on ya then fuck him baby
I tell ′em fuck ′em girl
18 inch windows in my crib you′ll see the whole world
Bitch what you tryna do? I haven′t spent a check yet off Tha Carter 2
I am that fuckin′ dude now who the fuck are you?

[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]

[music to fade]

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Yeah

[Chorus 2X with variations]
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of

Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe
I′m lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R.
Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich
Dear Mr. Toilet I′m the shit
Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick
I know but trip and that forty make a chip
Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip
And the hustle was all muscle just strength
When it comes to that weight I don′t struggle I just lift
I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes nigga I′m a pimp
Lil nigga bout to rape the market
If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin

[Chorus]

[Hook: during Chorus]
Fuck bitches (3X)
Get money (3X)
Get money fuck bitches
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money

Yeah
Nigga get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
What you know bout that baby its yo time
Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob
Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks
He tell me I′m gainin weight I tell him I′m gettin paid
Money over bitches I′m yellin it to the grave
Developed at a young age go after what pays
These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day
I gotta get it even if its in the worst way
That cake like it′s it′s my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than the person
Nigga

[Chorus] + [Hook: during Chorus]

Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar
I′m diggin in the game tryna get some money out her
I′m so vain its a problem
It ain′t a stain on these Pradas I′m just bein modest
Got me a goddess sure how to divide it
She still down and she don′t get none of the profit
We around the city let the tints hide me
Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it
Forever symbolizing the grind it don′t walk to you
I make it run like horses do
Giddy up baby if you got it then hit ′em up baby
I know its crazy but I can′t get enough baby
I love it I fuckin love it
I′m a self made millionaire fuck the public
Ridin to myself cause I don′t fuck with nothin
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Mula Baby...

[Verse 1]
She was a young girl in pursuit of glory and fame.
She would do anything she could to feel the flame,
When everybody knew your mood and the games you′ve played.
She finally made all her dreams come true and then she screamed:

[Chorus]
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Yea..
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.

[Verse 2]
He was a young boy in pursuit of money and fame,
And he would do anything he could to kill the pain.
When everybody knew your mood, they speaking your name,
All over the late night local news I hear them scream:

(Chorus)
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.

Oh, I say the sun don′t shine forever.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhh
And everything that glitter ain′t gold.
I say love don′t love forever.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhh
When everything that′s new gets old.

Sometimes we try to find a road to the riches;
We need roadside assistance.
Blisters on my knees from begging for forgiveness.
Ain′t no dollars on my trees, but mileage on my feet,
′Cause I been climbing to the peak and running from the bullshit.
I′m tired of hearing the same songs, who told the DJ bring it back.
Dead presidents bullet in Abraham Lincoln hat.
Staring at big poster -- I swear that he be winking back.
Cut school; sell crack. Sorry I′m just thinking back.
Ca-Call me crazy, I′ve been called worse.
It′s like I have it all, but what′s it all worth?
I′m probably better in my afterlife.
I should cherish life, but this ain′t paradice.

[Chorus]
Oh no, this ain′t paradice
Oh no, this ain′t paradice
Oh no, this ain′t paradice
Oh, Oh, Ohh
This ain′t paradice
No, this ain′t paradice
This ain′t paradice

@ Lil Wayne