Lil Wayne

[fox69]

"Get Down"
(feat. Baby)

"Get Down"
(feat. Baby)



[Baby and Lil Wayne talking]
Weezy
What up pop. What up pop.
Fuck what they heard it's what they need to know nigga
(They saying C.A.R.T.E.R. yep!)
Ya feel me. Hey nigga we done built this.
Shit from the ground up now homie
Believe that daddy. It ain't no looking back from here. We too strong

[chorus:]
And that's the only way we get down (We get down)
'Cause that's the only way we was taught (We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggaz still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark, yeah)
And that's the only way we get down (We get down)
And that's the only way we was taught (We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggaz still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark, fuck a law, oh!)
'Cause that's the only way we get down

[verse]
I down down a brother we ain't cut from the same cloth you Downy soft
Bullets separate ya body compound a busta
I'ma find ya if ya hiding I'm a bounty hunter
In ya home putting dick all down ya woman
You come home we in the bedroom counting money
I bring her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say Birdman Birdman what's good today
We ain't never let them niggaz take our food away
And we recognize real and got a rude awakening
And woke up together and our life was better
I'm the Cash Money son I live a life of cheddar
Not a rat though hat low Nike is leather
Lil' maw twist to get my life together
Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we night together Cut!

[chorus]

[verse]
Throw my weight like Sherman Klump
I gotta hold up my estate like Donald Trump
And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump
I bring the pump when it's time to pump
Wrapped around my waist like a cumber bun
Don't make a nigga pump (clap clap) you up!
I come in that new thing she threw up
Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean yo' shoe up
I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up
Business mug gotta get my loot up
Bet ya bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up
One by one I push 'em down fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound
Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town
Like that bitch!

[chorus]

[verse]
I give my arms and my legs to the game I'm ahead of the game
I dead any mane if he said any thing but it's cool as long as nigga paid when he came
And I'm a fool wit the flame and the caine
Cut it just a little bit but the drain stay the same yeah
Young Wayne and the pain and the stain still remain
On the chest where the four made a mess yes
I'm still here in the flesh 21 year old legend I'ma live way after my death
I sacrifice whatever that's left
I give ya'll the last of my breath like... [exhales]
Write it down take a picture record a copy
Press pause only way you stop me fucker
I'ma get mine and make you not me
Spit wine at ya face if you watch me Bitch!

[chorus]

And that's the only way we getting down nigga Cash Money CMB man
You already know we here never left fuck 'em
See me if you got a problem boy
I'm at home all day man. It's not a game
Stunna, what's really good with 'em we ain't never let 'em take our food away
Fresh you nasty on this on dawg. Ugh
This one, this is the Carter Beotch!

 

[fox69]

"Get High, Screw Da World"

"Get High, Screw Da World"


[Lil Wayne talking]
Drought 3
Hear My Chains Haha
That Mean I'm Ballin Bitch
If Ya Didn't Know
If You Wasn't Informed
Or Somethin Like That
This Is Da Drought 3
And Um, Check This Out

Yeah Imagine Waking Up Out Ya Sleep To Them Pistols Blastin
And If The Witness Is Dead There's No Trial
If You Didn't Know Then Hoe Well Ya Know Now
And I Don't Mean Basketball When I Say I Don't Know Yao
Money Money Money Money Boost My Mor-Al
Play With My Money Money Money O.K. Co-Ral
I Like A Bitch With A Apple Bottom Like Vokal
The Top Is At My Fingertips Like I Ain't Got No Nails
I Got Blood Brothers Bitch I Ain't Got Pals
I Make A Girl Get Low Like I Ain't Got No L's
I'm A Paper Chasin Dog Check My Toenails
And I Never Miss A Game, No Shaq O'neal
More Like Brett Favre Just Like Brett Favre
I Been Shot 2 Times Just Wipe That Off
But I Thank You For Putting Me Right Back Lord
And To You Father I Would Give My Life Back For It
That Knife That Sword That Gun That War
Make Ya So Called Soldiers Just Run Like Gore
Yeah Frank that is From San Francis And I Got More Banana Clips Then Chimpanzees
1o Addresses And I Dresses, Like I Thinks I'm The Mothafuckin Best There Is
And I'm About To Bubble And She Catch That Fizz And I'm Straight From Clayborne Nigga Just Ask Liz
Check Ya Neck There Aint A Crook Like This
From The City Where The Judge Throw The Book At Kids
Burna In School In My Bookbag Hid, Talk Stupid At Lunch And We Havin Ya Ribs
If You Are Not Home Then We Havin Ya Kids
And If You Can't Come Up With Half We'll Send You Half Of Ya Kid
Back To The Board, An Extravagant Crib, I'm On The Toilet Watchin Martin Just Laughin & shyt
Don't Know Why I Get High, But I Get High, I Get High Like Every Single Day
We Do Shit That Them Other Women Can't, Maryjane What Is It You've Done To Me
I Pop A Beat And Start Rollin And Then I Smoke It Like A Mothafuckin Stogie
Pete pye Wrote It, I Was Rappin To The (Ding-Ding-Ding ??) Fuck It
Get High Screw The World And Thats That
I Need All My Funds Yeah, All My Money Baby
Black Diamonds And Pearls, Believe That
I May Bling Bling And My Chest Look Like A Mural
I'm Nuts, Just Call Me Squirrel
My Fetish Is The Girls, But The Women Not The Girls
Act Your Age Not Your Shoe Size Maybe We Can Do The Twril
I'll Be The Prince Of A Pearl tongue Earring In Her Pearl tongue
If She Come Let Her Girl Come, Give Her A Pill Give Her Girl One
Party time Excellent Yeah Wayne's World, Campbell's Soup On The Wrist Just Call Me Earl
Lil Ma Don't Shoot 'em Ya Heard, I Get High My Words Slur, I Start Callin 'em Mirl
Hey Mirl Light That Fur And I Know This Old But I'm Really Hot In Herre
I Went With The Phantom, My Niggas Copin Spurs
My Hands In The Pot, I'd Rather Eat And Stir
Its I Againt The World And I'm Strapped Yeah
I Bring All My Guns, Shoot Mothers, Fathers, Babies Damn
Black Hand Guns To Serve We Could See
But We Are So Blind To The Signs They Tryin To Lose The World
And We Will Walk Right Up With Our Guns Yup, Hand And Hand Yeah
We'll March Right After The Drum, But I Don't Need No Band Nicca Drought 3

 

[fox69]

"Get It Shawty"

"Get It Shawty"


[Lil Wayne: talking]
Lloyd I got you
Yeah

[Lil Wayne:]
Ok, Im Weezy baby
And I am from the south where we call all our women baby
Hey baby, hey baby, all day i say hey, hey, hey
I ballin like Fade-A-Way, 3 letter credit A OK
Black car, black car, girl I got a black car
Can I buy some of your time and charge it to my black card
You can be my bittersweet, shake that sugar and salt
Chain full of asphalt, bullshit walks, cash talks
Car black, car big, car fast, Car-ter
Can I stick my pencil in your sharpner
Beat it up like its a drum, call me Travis Barker
Tat tat tat, boom boom, tat tat, boom boom, tat tat Brrrrrrrr Pshhh

[Lloyd:]
All I really want is for you to back it up gon and put your weight on it
Cuz its all right, do what you wanna, make me believe it
Ooo I wanna see ya get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty
Soo g-g-get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty

 

[fox69]

"Get Over"
(feat. Nikki)

"Get Over"
(feat. Nikki)



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

[Chorus - Nikki (Lil Wayne)]
Thooouugh, 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)
Gooonnee...I know you gon live on (cry momma, ya momma)
Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya

[Verse 1]
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 (Lil Wayne simultaneously in the background) x2]
Thooouugh, though I'm missin you
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin without ya is impossible
Gooonnee...I know you gon live on
Cuz 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)

[Verse 2]
Smoke cush 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 and 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 diein public
We still beatin, we gon rise above it
Though it seem like they cheatin and we loosin
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 uhh..

[Bridge - Nikki (Lil Wayne simultaneously in the background)]
Ohhh, we gotta get over, we gotta get over, gotta get over
it's almost over, and we gon be alright
(I gotta get over, I gotta get over, cause bitch I'm a soldier)

[Verse 3]
Straight Patrone out the bottle to the head now
We gettin read 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 murda murda, 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 (Lil Wayne simultaneously in the background) x2]
Thooouugh, though I'm missin you
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin without ya is impossible
Gooonnee...I know you gon live on
Cuz 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)

(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) [in background over and over while talking]

They ask me why I wear shades at nighttime...cause I don't wanna see nothin! Yea..
Like I said, life ain't nuttin 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..

 

[fox69]

"Get Smoked"
(feat. Lil Mouse)

"Get Smoked"
(feat. Lil Mouse)



[Lil Mouse]
09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Wayne]
uh.
I’m rollin, all my niggas rollin,
Keep that fuckin red bandana, Hulk Hogan
I’m cuttin up like scissors
Comin down hard like blizzards
I’m getting head while giving head that’s a head on collision
I’m on a pain pill
I keep this shit trill
These niggas ain’t forreal, Like a fire drill
Your hoe on my back, like a fuckin 5th wheel
that bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gills
I put all my niggas on, but some of them niggas gone
Them niggas callin my phone, leave me alone
I’m lightin up that strong, then pass it to my bro
Numbers don’t lie, except 5-0
Different color Trukfit shirts
You niggas pull down your skirts
If I die of these purp, put a bad bitch in my hearse
My hoes lift up they shirts, I’m high as Captain Kirk
If we run out of work, we Rob like Burke.
ugh

[Hook (x2)]
09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Mouse]
Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him
If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them
My niggas rollin for for features; that bitch going, she a eater
She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater
Hit squad [?], yea nigga
.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man
Glock 40 I’m tuckin it; I’m rolling with my hitters
I’ll send my hitters out to go get you
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self
Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help
I’m a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self
Pistol hit his melon; it ain’t gone be nothing left

[Hook (x2)]
09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Wayne]
Runnin around with my gangstas, Runnin up in these yellow hoes
Everybody wanna fuck my bitch, her pussy lips like heaven doors
It’s pussy, money, and kush,
Skateboards and shrooms
These niggas think they the shit,
these niggas perfume
Hollygrove, so Hollygrove, all I know is Hollygrove
I’m sick with it, I’ve been diagnosed
We don’t cut the coke, that’s diet coke
These niggas broke, I’m paid in full
Blood gang, Red Bull
My tounge is like a surf board, and her pussy is like a wave pool
Tunechi!

[Hook (x2)]

 

[fox69]

"Get That Dough"
(feat. Baby, Cristale, Tateeze)

"Get That Dough"
(feat. Baby, Cristale, Tateeze)



Biotch, Biotch

[Chorus - Baby (Cristale)]
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, C'mon
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, Wooo
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro

[Lil Wayne]
I pull up slow, chrome flashin
lil daddy in a long Cabbi
Big hat pimp strong daddy
Got my hoes on my arm daddy
Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazin that dro
earthly green, purple weed, purple V,
with purple seats, murck the streets
And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet
But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back hoe
I know ya will, get ya ass over here
And take off my polar bear
I'm the coldest player of most my age
Quote my age, 19 but my money's much old
And shorty got crazy paper
Cash Money's my army, my navy paper
Understand, Weezy is made of paper
I got "Baby" paper

[Chorus]

[Cristale]
Floss our bitch, or get tossed out
Stunna time criss-crossed out
Birdman the bad bitches bossed out
So fly nigga we dont walk out
Time to get Nina Rossed out
I'ma let the heat speak, see I'm talked out
What's the muthafuckin talk bout
Get you niggaz chalked out
Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout

[Baby]
You can shine like stunna (Papi it's all gravy)
I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies
See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up
And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up
It's the m-uh-m-uh-man, that I hustle for grams
Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand
See I come through shinin, known big tymin
Red Caddi truck, nigga I'm grindin

[Chorus]

[Tateeze]
I come Harley D, black bike all chrome
Your queen is home, daddy tell 'em where they went from

[Baby]
See I'ma slide on through, then I stash the loot
Who washed the coupe, ma look I know what to do

[Tateeze]
Got the suit you to wear some pumps on
matchin the car, matchin my bra, shit nigga pimpin is hard

[Baby]
I jock that, so wipe a nigga down
Let's dribble on a hoe, bitch time to go

[Tateeze]
The Caddi do me pop, the coupe is hot
the groupies flock, and case me out my Gucci socks
Yeah, we get that dough, Tatee' watch me drop these
You got me, can I get the car keys

[Baby]
See I wipe a bitch down, then dribble on a hoe
And I touch her from her head, from her waist, to her toes
Pop up in the Lexus with the mink on the floor
Rocked out Nexus 2K bird hoe, Wooo!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Get That Money"

"Get That Money"


[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich
You fuckin' wit' a winner but I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a money maaan so where the dollars at
?? beat that until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches

[Chorus - Lil Wayne - 2X]
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin'

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch
Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip
Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'
It ain't about what'cha makin' it's about what ya totin'
Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Young'n get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch
Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops
Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap... yeah

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be
If they ain't wit' us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin'

[Lil Wayne]
Money money money is my intuition
Money over bitches such an easy decision
Young Money money men monster militia
Hardbody these niggaz boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya
Them .380 snapshots now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' Baby pay me
My 9-to-5 is overrated I'm on that grind hoe

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

 

[fox69]

"Get Too Comfortable"
(feat. Babyface)

"Get Too Comfortable"
(feat. Babyface)



[Chorus: Babyface]
I'm not saying this to shake you up
I'm just saying this to wake you up
It's all good when we making love
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, it's granted
My love for you, is real
Baby if you don't love me
Somebody else will
So don't you ever get too comfortable

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah to the left to the left
If you want to leave be my guest, you can step
Feeling irreplaceable listening to Beyonce
But ok ill put you out on your BDay
Now if you rocking with Weezy
Bedroom in the bank, baby we safe
I got game like E.A.
But I want to let you play
And don't I treat you like souffl©
Don't I look at you like I see a new day
And don't I do what I do say
I'm through talking so I'm a let you, Face

[Chorus: Babyface]

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah let me catch my breath
You talking bout leave baby you ain't gone yet
And if you leave, leave correct
And I'm a send a jet to pick up the next
And if you leave, you're leaving the best
So you would have to settle for less
I am no Elliot Ness, I don't handcuff I don't arrest
I do confess to the virginsy
Cause under them sheets I am a mess
Yes, baby you blessed
Not chess don't jump your nest

[Chorus: Babyface]

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, it's no sweat no sweat
I will never 1, 2, 3 4-get
About you, your love, your sex
You know I work you out like bowflex
Our jokes, no stress
Love live life proceed progress
Make sure the neighbors get no rest
We can get together, never disconnect
Your back, your neck
Funny how that song hasn't got old yet - to us
So let's project
You stay in, never incorrect
FACE!

[Chorus: Babyface]

 

[fox69]

"Gettin Some Head"
(feat. Pharrell)

"Gettin Some Head"
(feat. Pharrell)



Ridin with a bitch I call hot mouth shelly
She pop them extasies and get that cotton mouth heavy
I give her a bottle of water bitch break out sweatin
And then she get straight to that head like a fuckin excedrin
I'm a fly ass nigga take a look at me bitch
Now go and tell the cops I gotta crook in my dick
Straight gutter bitch, open like a hook in the fish
I gotta lady from paris that french kiss my shit
Yea why you think I gotta tint my whips
Cause I be gettin some head, right in my shit
You say you love that woman, but that been my bitch
And if you kiss that woman, than you suck my dick
These hoes is nasty, y'all niggas is trippin
I gotta bitch with her mouth like that boy Ken Griffey
When I'm out in the streets better believe I'm pimpin;
And if you ever saw me with one of them video vixens

[Hook]
I was gettin some head..(Get gettin' some head)
Super head what's good? Super head what's good? Super head what's good?
I was gettin some head (Get gettin' some head)
I was gettin' some head (Get gettin' some head)

Y'all know me I smoke a blunt while I'm gettin' brain
Stick my finger in her butt while I'm gettin brain
yeah I'm nasty bitch! What? Lil' Wayne!
I liked dem maked up lips and two toungue rings
I gotta say it; I'm the president I run things
All these hoes tryna save a nigga cum stains
Real talk; I get head I get head on the airplane
Bitch be climbin' all over that little chair game
I pull her hair back
she holla yeah back
I like a bitch wit some lips like a bear trap
and I don' mind goin down I take care of that
I have homie at home like where she at?
She wit me; in my bad ass ride
Givin' me a blow job like a 9-5
She said she eat her vegetables so she stay alive
So she slobbed on my knob
like corn on the cob

 

[fox69]

"Go DJ"
(feat. Mannie Fresh)

"Go DJ"
(feat. Mannie Fresh)



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

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

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

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

[Lil Wayne]
Murder one on one, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the tummy, busting a tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Ay its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
Cuz the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
That aint even a muthafuckin aim I get dough boy
And you already know that pimping
18 how I'm living young'n show that Bentley
Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit me

[Hook]
[Repeat X2]

[Lil Wayne]
And I move like the Coupe thru traffic
Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent
Ya bitch present wit the music blasting
And she keep asking how it shoot if its plastic
I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she sat back and cut the Carter back
up, oh fa sho
Ay Big Mike they betta step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You niggas never harming young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony bitch
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go

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

[Hook X1]

[Lil Wayne]
Birdman put them niggas in a trash can
Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lighting another hash and riding in my jag
You will need a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hiding in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo ass
You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass
While the homie here tryna get paid in advance
I'm staying on my grizzy I'ma bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit me then I'm going find your mother
Niggas wanna eat cuz they ain't ate nothing
But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone, leaving out
Leaving behind just residue and bones
In your residents with Rugers to your dome
Like where the fuck you holding the coke, holding your throat, choke

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

[Hook X1]

Go DJ, DJ, DJ