Lil Wayne

[fox69]

"Feel Me"

"Feel Me"


[Interviewer:]
So "Little Wayne," whats 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, thats what they don't understand (Tell 'em a god damn 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 thats all I know thats all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying
And I feel that way
Foreal

[Verse 1:]
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 everytime 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 'mayne 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

[Lil' Wayne:]
And thats just my point right there
Thats 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 thats 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 thats who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family thats who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life you know

[Verse 2:]
C'mon, bang this shit nigga pump my shit
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas what they wan-do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black rambo
Fucking with the boy baby thats 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

[Lil' Wayne:]
And see thats where everybody get me wrong at you know what I mean
I got that heat rock, foreal

[Interviewer:]
Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music

[Lil' Wayne:]
Thats 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, foreal
I need relief, y'all help me
I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all foreal

[Verse 3:]
And based on the bank, I'm doing much better than alot of these niggas
I'm tired of these niggas
Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking back and passing
They catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh ooh that gone probably burn ya
That gone probably learn ya
To never ever ever - ever ever ever come around here no more
Rich gangsters over here you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I should ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe yeah
Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em bout my last show
Tell 'em bout my last hoe
You know, just born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime niggas falling back
Thats right I'm comming baby yeah hard as crack
Feel Me

[Lil' Wayne:]
And thats just what it is nigga
If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit man straight up
Thats how I was tought thats how I was brought up
and thats 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

 

[fox69]

"Fingers Hurting"

"Fingers Hurting"



She live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurting
Let my bitches help me, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin' in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
I'mma get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch by the curb and like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave on my Roots part two shit
Gotta let 'em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch
Bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin' the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin' bananas
I'm calm like a camel, I'm smokin' that strong like a camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' grand pianos
I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm gone
Rich forever; Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny going
Like the House of Deréon
This plane that I'm on is private, my very own
So no checkin' my carry-ons
She sent the picture naked, I said it's on
But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to south beach
I told her to come over she said "Ok don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I say shut the fuck up and put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothin' wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker tighter than a pinch nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, said I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of bein' a virgin
Now I don't get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don't get invited to these bitches pity parties
I don't do narcotic even though a nigga got it
Countin' all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
Beggin' up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, 'fore they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Blood gang, nigga
And it's the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
And I'm so sorry for the wait too
Sorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave, talking Roots part two and shit
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch

 

[fox69]

"Fireman"

"Fireman"


Uh huh, I'm back what cha, uh whatcha gon do now?

[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody fuckin with me man, Heatman
Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm 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 betta smash that
Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack
My girls can't wear that why, that's where my stash at
I put my mack down that's where you lack at
She need her candlelit and I'ma 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, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma 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 youngin you just shark food
Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school
Yeah the lights is bright but I got a short fuse
Don't snooze
Been 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, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma 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
Yall 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, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

 

[fox69]

"Fly In"

"Fly In"


[Lil Wayne talking]
So they ask me young boy what you gonna do the second time around
How you gon' come back I tried to told them
I come back like 32 I jump back like 33 (ugh)
Hit me it's nothing this is Tha Carter II people
This is Tha Carter II people (hey)

[Verse 1]
They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter
Of the dead's forehead I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like glaciers
Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffing I'm just pitching ya honor I ain't snitching ya honor
Hate bitch niggaz bitches with power
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet drop a 4 in the bubbles
I remember being young trying to hustle my dough
Trying to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Trying to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke
You ain't trying to see how far that black backlane go
No call me Pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue
Jewelry usually I'ma hooligan for the money
Yeah I'm eating but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh
Make harm in the bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight arm no warning nothing
Look it's morning no yawning or nothing
I ain't sleep and I'm up trying to take a nigga lunch
You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want
I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
If you ever looking for me bitch I will be here
Cash Money is an army navy seal me here
Lot of niggaz ran from it but I'll still be here
No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental
Crack the phill' crack the roof and roll up the window
And my hood love me they tell me bring it home
Thats why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leaping at a dog a dog wit no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you rich niggas know Pa
I'm talking 'bout stunna
He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters
Sunshines on the king and sets on the prince
I met the birdman and I been shining ever since like that [echo]

 

[fox69]

"Fly Out"

"Fly Out"


[Lil Wayne]
We here
I said we here
The back of Tha Carter
The back of Tha Carter....Two....Ooooh
Yea....This here is....the end of Tha Carter Two people
HEY! HaHa.Yea

[Verse 1]
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 niggaz like a fuckin psychic
Hearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton
Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond
I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever
Tell them pussy niggaz 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 niggaz 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, 'til the mother fuckin 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 Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE

 

[fox69]

"Fo Sheezy"

"Fo Sheezy"


[Verse 1]
You know they saying since the bar back on the 'dro, he lackin the flow
And if that ever happen whoa I ain't rapping no more
I'm good with a pina, daq and an o
Gagging and choke like ho put the dick back in your throat
Still packing fo sho
Yeezy Weezy off of the heezy fo sheezy
Cruise with the top off of the 'Ghini
Bars got cheese I got cheddar linguini
That's why I keep the federals scheming
That's why I keep the platinum blinging
Every diamond's like a nice size
I help people with problems look at the bright side
With nice ties on a rise so they sitting me high
And the rims born in '79
Weezy carry the nine glocks
Slipping they gon have to get six niggaz name called carry a pine box
Marry me ma, not
But here's what you can do to me
Give me good brains tutor me
W-E-E-Z-Y Wee

[Hook x4]
They call me Weezy Weezy fo sheezy
Banana clip on the heater
Banana whip on them sneakers
Banana dick going deeper

[Verse 2]
Got a good game honestly so respect the young'n
Got your girl undercover like a detective woman
I'm a mess blow a vest to onion and I'll test your stomach
And the pistols right next to him cousin
I'm a player having sex with dozens
Sex with cousins hoes dissed with husbands
My pants is down her dress is up
Her head down and her neck is tough
She suck till I say, "That's enough!"
We fuck till her ass fractured up
And when I nut no shower bitch pack your stuff
Am I a mack or what
Yep, Weezy macaroni with a bony model bitch
Are you modeling ma
She got her own whip so you following ma
She said she like that squad shit
So oh you swallowing ma
She said she like that hot dick
Well miss I got three bricks and two pills pop
One blunt mami let's roll
And understand, I know what my name is, right
Bitch say it
W-E-E-Z-Y Wee

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3]
I'm so gangsta
If she don't go down no thank you
I got so many bitches so ain't ya
Got so many pictures of Ben Franklin
High top tennis on the car cover of the whole game cold
Fuck it up with me niggaz come from all angles
Representing S-Q like the Star Spangled
White tee-fish at Kango
Low top Nikes plus my ho pop Nikes
How exciting we riding in the third lane
Said she like Juvy but prefer Wayne
She can give me head
Call her birdbrain on everything
It's Young Weezy cuz I be golly
My neck more colorful then Nelly, Murph, Ky, Ali
I'm so cold deep
Low seats in the old drop blow reef
Like no cops could fuck with this
Swiftly no tops on the whippy
Cash Money hot Bizzy Lil Wizzy get with me
Now I'ma, I'ma ask you again
You know my name right bitch
Bitch say it

[Hook x2]

[Outro]
W-E-E-Z-Y Wee
Bitch holla!

 

[fox69]

"Forever"

"Forever"


[Chorus:]
Forever, Forever

Str8 up gangsta,hollygrove gangsta
lay a nigga down in pink stuff
them soft ass dudes just think
tough we shooting put them shanks up
we just tryin to live till summer
and put them mincs up im
sync up in the cope the eyes chenk up
pull up on a bitch with the light
that night linked up
whole lotta shit in the life
as young boss but
that vvs ice will bite ya
face off yea i ignite
and take off now catch
up im the best doing it come on niggas
fess up nigga feel different he can chest
up guess what i bring to
his chest to his right lung and left lung
nigga get a check up nigga put ya check up
i swear im on fire need
water like a hiccop
so i guess i can might as well say that im
the best today and

[Chorus:]
Forever, Forever

Candy paint T im ridin the peppermint
even my leather got my leather
trim im rollin up the element
i shutin em in the trunk like a elephant
bet u remember it like elephant
I got this rap bottle up like medicine
whose better than,fuck him
i prolly fuck her and whats new
and if u hating on us yea fuck u
and if them bitches what to fuck us
we wanna fuck to
what up conicedence and we cause
acidents not incidents
im big shit their inciwince
their not even a letter in my
sentences sitting in my
cope on 20 inch
so it's like im fencing bitch i
will stunt

[Chorus:]
Forever (so stop being defensive bitch imma lit this bitch im in this shit)
Forever (Now end this shit!)

 

[fox69]

"Fortune Teller (Interlude)"

"Fortune Teller (Interlude)"


[Talking: Lil Wayne]
Is Mack Maine a fortune teller?
Because he predicted Miley would
Be ready for the world years ago

What Miley they talkin' 'bout? [Laughs]

I saw some shit recently with her
She wild man [Giggles]

She must be on that other one
Pop it off
Pop it off
Pop it off
(Ahh) Pop it off
(Ahh) Pop it off
A molly
A molly
A molly
Molly
Molly

(Ahh) Pop it off, yeah
Y'heard me!
Eureeekaaaa
What up 5?

[Laughing] Aye!

The problem is I believe in you too much (Miley/Molly)

You don't know which one I'm talking 'bout though

So, Is Mack Maine a fortune teller?

I don't know, If he is I'm gon' get some cookies

 

[fox69]

"Fuck The World"

"Fuck The World"


Look, look, look

A young nigga screaming fuck the world and let 'em die
Behind tints, tryna' duck the world and smoking rie
Got my bandanna 'round my head and pants to my feet
And got my eyes fire red and glock on my seat
I'm tryna' stay under intoxication
'Cause I lost my father, and got a daughter, plus I'm on probation
I'm drinking liquor like it's water, getting pissy drunk
And staying away from them lil' broads that trying to give me some
I keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my wasteline
Ducking the law, 'cause I ain't tryna' do no FED time
Sometimes I just wish I could be away
But I gotta take care of Reginae and keep macita straight
So I just maintain the struggle and I keep trying
But how can I when my closest people keep dyin'
I ain't lying that the law tryna' bust my clique
But I scream fuck the world man, I'm too young for this

[Hook 2x]
Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man, fuck the world
I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real
And I'm still doing for my mother and I'm payin' bills

Give me a cigarette, my nerves bad
The FEDs said they heard that I know where them birds at
And my old lady say she saw me with anotha Brizzah
And some a the boys shot up my block so now I gotta kill 'em
And teachers keep tellin' my momma that I'm gettin' worse
And now she tripping talking 'bout I need to be in church
And my lil' girl whole family tryna' lie in court
Tryna' put me, a child, on child support
And my own family deny me of what I do 'cause I'm a 'thug and stuff'
Plus, my niggas keep falling to them drugs and stuff
That dope got these niggas melting away
Man they got clowns right around me, killing they self everyday
We keep fighting but they so strong
I know it's hard but don't give up baby hold on
Just keep ya fate, count blessings, and wodie keep ya trust
And grab ya nuts and let 'em know that we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck

[Hook]

I mean the world just ain't gon' never change
So I just keep my head up and my nuts, let 'em hang
Dawg I swear it's very rough out here for the youngstas
Like everybody against me 'cause I'm a young thug
Dear Rabbit, why they have to kill Rabbit?
But I'ma keep you alive, nigga, I'm Lil' Rabbit
That's why this lil' nigga be bugging like it's no tomorrow
I only can depend on macita and C-M-R
I try my best to make it through the night and live today
But I'm upset so I'm steady wipin' tears away
And police got me under surveillance when and wherever
Wrecking they brains, tryna' figure where I'm getting that cheddar
I tell my family just leave me a-damn-lone
I can handle all a my business, this lil' man grown
But I try to forget about it and just stand strong
But if everything was cool I wouldn't write this damn song
Fuck the world

[Hook 3x]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Today"

"Fuck Today"


[Lil Wayne]
Sitting on my porch sippin’ on Jim Beam
read the newspaper man, guess what I seen
shit bad enough to make a grown man scream
and then I woke up, its not a bad dream
I don’t really wanna talk about it
cause every time I talk about it, I go off about it
and every time I get like that I wanna start somebody
this World really got you thinking that you on somebody
so what you got a gun, I don’t give a fuck about it
I would take every bullet and every buck up out it
so muthaf-cker cock it back and please buck away
cause right now I’m feeling fuck you...

[Chorus]
and fuck today
fuck today
fuck everything gon be alright
fuck ok
cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today
cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today
[repeat]

Don’t you see that World is my stage
and I must perform to the best of my abilities
yeaaaah
muthafuckers talking away
but we don’t care what they say
we taking this day by day

[Gudda Gudda]
Man, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning
and my tank on E plus the gas price soaring
baby momma trippin tryna get me for my money
now she laughing to the bank and aint a damn thing funny
my momma lights off and my daddy don’t call
my nigga got killed, man I miss my dawg
the landlord buggin and the rent keep coming
and the heater broke and I gotta warm my house with the oven
everytime I think about it man it get depressing
and the stock market down, the whole country in recession
plus the cops got a warrant out they trying to arrest me
man this whole day startin to stress me
nigga so...

[Gudda Gudda / LilWayne - Chorus]
fuck today
fuck everything gon be alright
fuck ok
cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today
cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today

Don’t you see that this whole World is my stage
and I must perform to the best of my abilities
yeaaaah
muthafuckers talking away
but I don’t care what they say
Imma take this shit day by day

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
Ok, these are the days, the days of our lives
where do you have a calender cause I lost mine
uh, I lost mine, uhh I lost mine
I’m the sickest virus on and offline
imaginary line, you don’t wanna cross mine
found a clock in the street I’m making up for lost time
third eye blind but it’s still fuck the bullshit
knowing what I got but more conscience of what I could get
tired of the same shit, don’t know who to blame shit
and we knew a Black President wouldn’t change shit
money still a language well aint nobody talkin’
I found my calendar in the garbage
so..

[Chorus]

Don’t you see that this whole World is my stage
and I must perform to the best of my abilities
yeaaaah
muthafuckers talking that shit
we gon have to see what I did
cause I don’t give a fuck about it
and I don’t give a shit about you
I don’t give a damn about you
and I don’t give a shit about you
muthafuck you
muthafuck me

[Chorus - repeated]

Sitting on my porch sippin’ on Jim Bean
read the newspaper man, guess what I seen
shit bad enough to make a grown man scream
and then I woke up, its not a bad dream

Young mula crazy...