Lil Wayne

[fox69]

"Know What I'm Doin'"
(feat. Rick Ross, T-Pain)

"Know What I'm Doin'"
(feat. 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 niggas poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another tear drop
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
Man 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 niggas 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 The Carter 2
I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you?

[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]

[music to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Kobe Bryant"

"Kobe Bryant"


[Kobe Bryant]
I wanna be the best.
I wanna be the best that ever played, and thats why I play the game.
And to be the best you have to win.
And thats what drives me.

[Commentator]
He's the best player in the game;
It's just that simple.
There's nothing that Kobe Bryant can't do.
He will defend your best player.
He will shoot from the perimeter.
He will get all in your monk,
He will do whatever it takes,
He is the most complete basketball player in the game today, far none.
He has an assassin's mentality.
I said this once, I said this when the trade went down,
And I'll repeat it again.
Who's starvin more for an NBA world championship more than Kobe Bryant?
There is no one.
This guy is highly motivated.
(What seperates Kobe from the pack?)
More than Kobe Bryant? There is no one.

[Lil Wayne]
Okay K-Kobe doin' work
2-4 on my shirt
He the greatest on the court
And I'm the greatest on the verse
Goin' for the 4th ring like it was his 1st
Gotta get the gleam,Do it for Kareem
2-4 so nice my flow is so mean
Catch me at the game sittin next to Goldstien
K-Kobe Bryant nike's purple gold strings
K-Kobe in the game dunkin on the whole team
Bla-black mamba, attack conquer
Basketball beast, ra-rap monsta
Crossover good or turn-around jumper
Or just drive the lane and dunk on dunkers
You know where its goin, its goin down yo
This is the Lake show, but don't drown though
I call him King Bryant, now let the crown show
[LeBron:] ...definetly, I'm just lost for words. I mean he's amazing.
Pass me the damn ball, I don't need a pick at all
And don't worry bout my shot cause imma get that off
Yeah, I drops 40 on your double team
Then I drop 81 on another team
Yeah, you better guard me with caution
And watch me work em like an option, haha
No such thing as exhaustion,No time for resting
Cause I dont take breaks, I just break records
Ha, and I prefer the ball with 3 seconds
And I bet we gone win it all in 3 seconds
Ya digg, that is a guarentee, apparently
And please tell your defense don't never man to man with me
Double team, triple team, you defenders tickle me
But, I never let them get to me, literally
Step back and give em a 3, ain't no defending me

(And one guy certainly envious of the way Bryant's been playing lately, LeBron James.)
[LeBron:] I've been called to say that he's definetly the best player in our league. To me in my eyes, the best scorer in our, in our, league. And I don't no if there's, there's not another player that can accomplish some of the things that he's doing.

Never take a day off, catch you at the top of the key and get a J off
Baseline, face time, tongue out like 2-3
Even 2-3 gotta love how I do me
Pra-Practice while you sleep
Practice in my sleep
Straight outta high school, the brackets ain't for me
I will be jumping over you like I gotta matress at my feet
And all Phil Jackson say is you better be passin it to me
I put the master in the piece
Attack it like a beast
And I am starvin for victory, and that means I'm gone eat
And when they ask you who's the best then the answer should be me, haha
(-"Who's the best player in the NBA?"
-"Ohh, say it's Kobe Bryant."
-"Really? Why?"
-Cause you never know what your gonna get.)
Call me Mr. Clutch, or Mr. Automatic
I can post them up or Lamar gone get the alley
I'm goin for the ring, I'm goin for the ring
I went to Bejing and came back with the bling
Who they want, they want Kobe
And what he want, he want the trophy
The victory, and the glory
No Shaq, no Robert Horry
Now Kobe break em off, Kobe break em off, yeah
You better be where the Lakers are
Just give him the ball and he takin off, yeah
Or he probably just dishin it to Gasol
Or give it to D.Fish on the wing, yeah
Or just let lil Ariza do his thing, yeah
Cause im great and so is my team, yeah
Do it for Magic, it's your time baby
I see nothing wrong with doin it 4 times baby
I'm the best yes, and he the best yeah
Don't worry LeBron, get em next year
Now whats defense to an assassin
Killa instinct, murder the basket
Then steal the ball back, hold it for ransome
It's more than a game, this is a passion
Been an all-star, been a champion
Free throw line, you hear them chanting
MVP, MVP, Kobe Bryant aka M-V-Me
In knee deep, smashed in knee deep
Whoever he is, he can't guard me, haha, he can't guard me
(So there you have it. The over whelming answer was Kobe Bryant.)

 

[fox69]

"Krazy"

"Krazy"


Tell me somethin' I don't know
I'm flexin' on 'em like torsos
These niggas slippin' like bar soap
These niggas listenin', use Morse code
Boy a nigga sippin' like parched throat
Excuse me
These niggas talkin' that beef shit
We'll check into it like the room cheap
And all we sell is the greatest feelin' on Earth
They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork
Ain't got nothing left to prove unless I got to prove it in court
Live fast die young and leave a beautiful corpse, yes Lord
My nigga order like twenty bricks, I said five bricks with four chicks
Ridin' with these guns that's carpoolin', bought extra clips when I dove in
Miss Snow white we snowed in, nigga miss me with that hoe shit
Kill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast with
Kill everybody you close with, Just don't stick your nose in
My bullshit cause I close it like a clothespin
The people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove in
If anyone in that car live, you tell that nigga I owe him
Yeah, I got my mind right, and my money right, my head on my shoulder
And my eyesight a lil' blurry but It's stayin' on my quarter
And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over
Nigga you make that bed you lay in that bed
Or get that bitch made over
Tunechi

[Hook:]
You so cray, Tunechi
You so cray, bitch
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi
You so cray, bitch

Tell me something I don't know, I'll tell you something I do know
Like money drugs bitches guns, niggas call me mucho
Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in Juco
We'll find out your business hours and pop up like new toast
Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don't get too close
To that new nigga with my old hoes-kudos
For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno
Getting swole like popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno
I'm in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points
A.K to your face, knock half off like coupons
Too cool for school but I sold cool points to school boys
Tell the cops we don't name drop that's like dropping newborns
Nigga you crazy

You so cray, Tunechi
These hoes made
Nigga tell me somethin' I don't know

Like where the fuck did my heart go, and show me something I haven't seen
And give me what help Martin sleep, on the same night he had a dream
And take me to where I've never been, but not to where I'll never be
And I ain't never scared but I'm scared of me, me versus me I need a referee
Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy
Fuck deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit clean
To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine
These niggas sweeter than Nectarines and Grenadine

[Hook]

Tell me something I don't know, like what happened to hard coke
You can call me Eddy cause I stay ready, my family call me Eduardo
I'm music to these bitches ears I hit that ass like the wrong note
My bitch bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothes
You can find me prancing in the finest mansion with the finest dancer with a height advantage
She want cocaine pills and weed, liquor and dick she gotta micro manage
I'm just eating rappers they go nice in salads with some diced up carrots
I just like a challenge, psychopathic, so psychopathic
Nigga give me credit on my balance
Lil Tunechi
(And I bump my head when I stand up)

 

[fox69]

"Kush"

"Kush"


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

Yeah, now how ya like me now...

[Verse 1:]
Got the hoe goin' till 6
Press a button, watch the motherfucker do tricks
I don't know what you are on, but I'm on some new shit
While you're bitch is on my dick, like a glue stick
I got a grill, I don't have to get my tooth fixed
The tooth fairy would retire if I loose it
Straight out the clip, that's how I spit like an oozey
You can't find me 'cause I'm lost in the music
I'm runnin' this and I can jump the hurdles
I feelin' like I'm racing a bunch of little turtles
Keep a bandana like the Ninja Turtles
I'm like a turtle, when I sip the purple

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

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

[chuckles] so how ya like me now...

[Verse 2:]
Buck 60 on the dash, I'mma do two
Captain Crunch, these niggas is Fruit Loops
That's why your girl wanna fuck me and my group too
And I'mma make her back it up like "droop shoop"
I'm the Birdman Jr., I gotta do coups
I hop up out that motherfucker, holler "suwoop"
Hollygrove 17, I'm from the zoo crew
You would think every animal in the zoo loose
(Fuck with me) I'm on that screw juice but I keep my shit together, not a screw loose
Yeeaahh, word to my Gucc (Gucci) boots, I'm higher than a new suit

[Chorus:]
Till we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

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

Now how ya like me now...

[Verse 3:]
Buck forty on a ring that I don't really wear
But I bet it light up the night like the city fair
This shit ain't fair, I didn't have to go there
But all this ice got me feelin' like a polar bear
I'm so aware, I'm so prepared, I'm so fly I will take off into the open air
Lift off, Cristal, please, crackers with cheese
Nigga please, we on J-E-Ts like Curtis Martin and whitley green
I'm... lightin', lightin', light the thing, light the thing, no Reggie man

[Chorus:]
You know I smoke that kush...
And I ball like swoosh [x2]

Now how ya like me now...

 

[fox69]

"La La"
(feat. Brisco, Busta Rhymes)

"La La"
(feat. Brisco, Busta Rhymes)



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

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

[Chorus]
Ow, started out hustlin, ended up ballin
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin [x2]
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

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

[Chorus]
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin [x2]
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

[Busta Rhymes]
See I ain't goin no where bitch
You know a nigga been home honey
Money fuckin retarded, call it down syndrome money
My cake sick shit, been diagnosed sickle cell brain
The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock
These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass
They movin on a nigga as I walk through the valley, ready?
And zoom in with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you nigga's can't believe
Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive
Like interactin with women the caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet
I hope you nigga's know just what it is
While I'm countin my paper nigga's know I'm handlin my biz

[Chorus]
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin [x2]
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

 

[fox69]

"La La La"

"La La La"


Uh Huh
Thats Right
Carter 3 Come On
Yea, Yea, Walk With Me, Come Go With Me, Its Lil Weezy Baby Ha Ha

[Chorus]
And Im Just Lightin Up My,La [x22]
Yea, Yea, Yea, 1 7, Cash Money, Young Money

[Verse 1:]
Born In New Orleans
Raised In New Orleans
I Will 4 ever Remain Faithful New Orleans
I Thank U New Orleans
Thank U Holygrove
Thats Been My Hood Since A Snotty Nose
I Come Trough The Hood Suicidle Doors
I Use 2 Come Through The Hood On The Handle Bars
Gat In My Draws
Money In My Pocket
Crack In My Jaws
I Hope It Dont Desolve and u Know Im Duckin 5 0 And My Moms
Young And Quick 2 Go Off Like Car Alarms
Now The Youngin Keep His Mind On The Parmesan
Them Other Niggas Aint Eatin Like A Romadon
Spit The Shit That Make Ya Feel It In Yo Cromosomes
Got My The Money Put My Whole Damn Corner On
Young Carter Part 3 on The Corner Store
Eagle Street Keep It Goin Til Homasome

[Chorus]
And Im Just Lightin Up My, La [x22]
Can I Kick It

[Verse 2:]
Can I Kick My Story To Yall
My Glory In God
My Faith In My Flow
I Pray That I Go Where No Other Rapper Has
And When You're Rappin' As
Vivid As I And Limited As The Sky So I
Study B.I.
I Bang Tupac, I Hum Aaliyah
And Soldier Slim Was A Leader
Who Am I Not To Follow Greatness
I Give These Mc's Hell Like They All Atheists
Tell Them Hatin' Niggas One Like They In The Matrix
And Tell The Cops I Can Buy My Own Braclets
I'ma Can Keep The Paper Running Like A Pair Of Aces
Used To Sport The Gucci Bucks Nigga No Laces
Striped Polo, Five Pocket Girbaud
Mama Got A Two Totter I'm Rockin' Dolo
I Used To Have The Starter Jacket With The Logo
And The Hat, Me Myself Had The No
That's The Saints Nigga

[Chorus]
And Im Just Lightin Up My, La [x22]
Can I Kick It

[Verse 3:]
Its Lil Wayne and Im a Shine n Da Rain
Na Nothing Gets Clear Without Me Signing My Name
Im Just Head Lining Da Game
Wont Quit, Till Im A-Rod and Da Game
They Ridin Da Bench
They Not and Da Game
I Misplaced The Key
To Da Lock and Chain
My Spot Remain
Like A Bleach Stain Or Cranberry
Its Murder She Wrote Like Angela Lanceberry
I Remember Being Small Mane
New Toyz When My Momma Won A Card Game
Got My Gifts Before Christmas
Didnt Have To Wait For Them
I Had A 10 Speeder Scooter And A Skateboard (Hahaa)
and We Moved To The Suburbs
Me and Lil Toya Johnson Was Love Birds Aww Man
and I Swear I Feel Born Again
Im In Da Building Like Da Audience

 

[fox69]

"Lay It Down"
(feat. Nicki Minaj & Cory Gunz)

"Lay It Down"
(feat. Nicki Minaj & Cory Gunz)



[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Lee
I be with niggas that shoot police
I keep that iron, you can get creased
And if she say she didn't fuck, bitch ya lying through ya teeth
They say it cost to be the boss, the ones in jail wish they were free
Niggas call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see
Niggas say they paid they dues, well I'm checking your receipt
Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat
Grab the owl out the tree, and ask that bitch, who but me?
Got ya bitch bent over nigga, hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef
Cause all my niggas well rounded, don't fuck with none of these square niggas
Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase niggas
I'm a blood, is you a blood donor?
Swisher full of that California
I hit it sideways, catacorner
Then she catch that nut like pneumonia
Lil Tunechi

[Hook]
Lay it down ho
Lay it down bitch
Lay it down ho
Lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Put the money on the couch nigga
Gimme everything up in yo house nigga,
Shut yo mouth nigga
Put the money on the couch nigga
Gimme everything up in yo house nigga,
Shut yo mouth nigga

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
Start it up, vroom vroom
Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom
Unless I get the brain, poom poom
She let a nigga run and get the gang, run a train, zoom zoom
Tryna get paid too soon, one deep
One sweep away in a room room
We getting money over here, talking shit and fucking bitches,
I don't know what the fuck they doing Tune
My syrup purple, my turf Earth
My birth circle, I'll dirt surf you
I'll squirt murk you, my verse hurtful
My shooters still got curb curfews
Y'all bout as hot as von dutch
Y'all not gon' harm much
Hijack y'all some prom busts
Ain't no retreat but my arms up
We don't graffiti, my bombs up
It's Young Money in this shit until a nigga dead and gone
If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on?
I'm betting the wedding's off when everything is wetted on
Point 'em out, truck ya life
Fuck ya style, fuck with me
You a bucket foul, niggas'll buck ya smile
For a dunkin' pile, you better duck it, pal

[Hook]
Lay it down ho
Lay it down bitch
Lay it down ho
Lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Shawty, what's yo name?
Is you tricking? Is you paying?
Is you sniffing on that cane?
What the fuck is you saying?
If you getting it, then you getting it
It's my money I ain't splitting it
I ain't tripling it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping it
Come out the bank, bye teller
Give up her money, hi fella
Bad lil' ho, high yellow
Brand new Rollie, sky dweller
Just left from Dubai
Flew private eye
I made a million dollars, swear to God that ain't no lie
Asked if them niggas was poppin'
Fake niggas be watchin'
My black glove be drippin' wet, but I got my Cochran
Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching bitches my doctrine
The Maybach ain't poppin' if it ain't got no partation

Oops I mean partition, it's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money wile I watch you bitches audition
I said, oops I mean partition, it's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money wile I watch you bitches audition

I don't give a fuck
You don't hear me, you don't see me.
Bitch you gon' feel me ho
Young Money
Young, Young Money nigga.
Young, Young, lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, ah!

 

[fox69]

"Leather So Soft"

"Leather So Soft"


[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard... she said
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard...

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I get money hoe fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Straight out the slaughterhouse straight out the dragon's mouth
Fire you can't put out tires are standin' out
The coupe look pigeon-toed I be in a different mode
I be wit' them different hoes No I mean them different hoes
I mean them Weezy bumbaclot different hoes
And as far as terrific goes
They kiss that dick wit' no mistletoes
Diamonds and pearls and pussyholes snortin' coke til they nose bleed
I'm sittin' high on them inches I'm in the nosebleeds
I'm on a paper chase until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed
I put 'em in ya head and watch the holes bleed
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed
Now that's coldbleed I mean cold blooded
And I'm so southern that's why my leather so soft

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga
We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga
Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks nigga
Know we 'bout that money and we stackin' like books nigga
Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga
We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga
Rolls Royce ganishes and asses by the beaches
Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga know we 'bout that cheddar nigga
Know I got a tommy gun gave one to my young'n son
And we got it together
Forty-seven fifty-one you gon' hear us when we come daddy

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
You see the paper gon' come if not I'm gon' get it
I gotta die wit' money 'cause I wasn't born wit 'it
It was 9-27-82 baby do Charity
Hospital aka the city zoo no pity due to
No one nobody not all man
They dropped us in the game and everybody's tryna ball
And the small hand'll touch ya the large hand'll cut ya
But until that day I'll be a motherfuckin' stunna... nigga

[Birdman]
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for my dawgs
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for y'all
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for me nigga
Ball 'til I fall that's the way it's gon' be nigga
Up in the early I done did it for sunshine
Candy on the paint everytime I touch mine
Nine stay cocked 'cause I'm good wit' firin' mines
Alligator wit' the suede ridin' them 25's

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

[music to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Let The Beat Build"

"Let The Beat Build"



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

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

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

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Let's Go"
(feat. Big Tymers)

"Let's Go"
(feat. Big Tymers)



It's gravy nigga. Believe it.
You hot? Fuck it. Hot as a firecracker.
(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag.
(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)

[Baby]
Nigga I'ma tell ya straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads
I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars
To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em all!"
I hustle hard in these city streets
I got my block on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me
Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
Got the whole motherfuckin block loaded and smokin'
Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit
If a nigga get it fucked, then we killin' a bitch

[Chorus]
Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
Cuz if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a glock, and a bag of rocks
Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga

[Lil Wayne]
Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
Don't make me take ya, play ya
I cock the glock and spray ya
Call it a caper, won't be no as-salama-laka
And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready
Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls
Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off
Lock the spot down
Respect it young nigga, I'm creepin' over
Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders
I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
Nigga it's whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend
You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed
Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler
You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya
Some of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas bruh
None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya
Niggas can't hold me down, wodie wild
Cuz all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds
They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife
See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song
But yall gon' twist it and end up all gone
Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers
I pop dozens of glocks, cousins, in my struggle
So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere

[Chorus x2]

[Baby talks till end]