Lil Wayne

[fox69]

"One Way Trip"
(feat. Kevin Rudolf)

"One Way Trip"
(feat. Kevin Rudolf)



[Verse 1:]
Beat the beat up till the beat get punch drunk
Drown in my flow mutha fucka bring ya swimming trunks
Everybody say they just do it well I just don't
Times do change mutha fucka but my gun don't
Woke up this morning with my dick to the ceiling
Fell asleep with anutha chick from my building
Kick her ass out and have breakfast like a muuu fucka
I'm with anutha bitch by suppa
Yeahh, me and hate that's an odd couple
Haha, you niggas fake you wouldn't pop bubbles
You can act stupid, bitch I'm dumber
And T Barker is my mutha fuckin drumma lets go

[Chorus, Kevin Rudolf:]
I'm fallin down a landslide
On a one way trip to you
You want me to take you for a ride
Well let's see what you can do
And it feels like uhh uh uh uh uhhh
And I know just what to do
Because I'm falling down a landslide
On a one way trip to you

[Verse 2:]
I been doin this shit
And you know what they say about the shoe if it fit
Have a ball till I fall though,
And if I die today i bet the world end tomorrow
Haha it's fucked up how you ain't never me
And I got blind money money you will never see
And only in the mirror is where you'll find a better me
I make money and my fingers make the letter B
I'm very sick, very sicker than you
And when I play sick, I'm Jordan with tha flu
Hah then I become a mutha fucka
And my nigga Travis Barker is my drumma mutha fucka lets go

[Chorus, Kevin Rudolf:]
I'm fallin down a landslide
On a one way trip to you
You want me to take you for a ride
Well let's see what you can do
And it feels like uhh uh uh uh uhhh
And I know just what to do
Because I'm falling down a landslide
On a one way trip to you

[Verse 3:]
Uhh, I get better with time, and time is forever
So just sit back and watch my time get better
So check ya watch, I'm strong as scotch
Poppa was a rolling stone I was born to rock
Tell it like it is I don't know when it isn't
To be or not to be, shit I don't know my decision
I don't know I made it for this long in this condition
Cuz my flow so sick I shoulda died in the first verse
Mr. doctor Carter with my hand up a nurse skirt
Suck me like soup and Imma eat you like Surf and Turf
Haha, just let me know when you are coming
And my mutha fuckin nigga T Barker keep drummin let's go

[Chorus, Kevin Rudolf:]
I'm fallin down a landslide
On a one way trip to you
You want me to take you for a ride
Well let's see what you can do
And it feels like uhh uh uh uh uhhh
And I know just what to do
Because I'm falling down a landslide
On a one way trip to you
On a one way trip to youuuu
On a one way trip to youuuu

 

[fox69]

"Only Way"

"Only Way"


[Baby talking to Wayne]
Ay Wayne
I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right
Ya feel me
These niggaz out here picking bullshit over money nigga
But you know what fuck a nigga
We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full

[Chorus: Baby]
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The only way we live it only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga

[Verse 1]
Well I'm a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me
It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it
You ain't fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga
There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision
Well I'm gone get fed up one day
Put lead up in the K
Come and hit up where ya stay so
Baby momma betta get up out the way
Cause the bullet got no heart
And the trigger man crazy
Little man if a bigger man jumps through
Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looking
But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches
Im a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the henges
Yes weezy baby flow off the henges
So off the tempo no pad or pencil
Well let me go back to what men do
Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22's Bitch

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Weezy F. Baby hand cocked
Demand my cheese
Fuck you pay me
And I can't stop
Please, what you crazy?
Man I'm a get it like the man on the chorus
Got my hand on a fortune
Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window
Kidnapp ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolk
And tell the cops I murder the infoer
Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow
Niggaz wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low
I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo
Nigga you ain't scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub
With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud
Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga!
Its the Birdman and Birdman Jr
And he ain't got to his son a shoot ya blah

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Homeboy you gotta know that avenue
To get off a bag or two or you just passin through
True true, and we just passed the truth
Passin through the streets of the murder capital
Where you think ya own brothers after you
So you ain't got no other brother after you
Dont let the boys in blue capture you
Cause they got pictures of me at it too
Its all fucked up
Bossman weezy get y'all touched up
Gat blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something
Its cash money all or nothing
Its Lil Wayne the reverand call it Sunday
The congregation know I come with nothing
But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing
And the choir know I come with money
And y'all know I'm Stunnas youngin like dat bitch

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Operate On Me"
(feat. Wyclef Jean)

"Operate On Me"
(feat. Wyclef Jean)



Prada jeans... 300 dollars
Gucci slippers... 500 dollars
Spendin all your money to make these white folks rich... priceless

[Wyclef:]
Oh oh ohhh
Yahh... uhhh
Oh oh ohhh
Yahh...uhhh
Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is
With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor
Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery...
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite

[Weezy:]
Pocket full of money and some dark shades... flow so current he can start waves
Game like butter he parkay... love me some head like chardays
Dropping quarters like the arcade... get high with my animals in our cage
And you can see us if you star gaze... creole boy baby i sautees
On your mark... ready... start place
Thats just you... makin my heart race
And i may be the opposite... but im'a let you operate

[Wyclef:]
Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is
With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor
Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery...
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite

[Weezy:]
Yah... yah
And i know she want a d boy... so im'a pop up on her like [?]
I got that magic... like bruce leeroy
And if this isn't it... then love has a decoy
Her body sicker than a retard... and i bet i got the medicine she need for it
And i bet i got the medicine to keep goin...
She shoots me with happiness... and i bleed joy
No ban aid for me boy... a loss of blood yah the girl got me weak boy
Yah i see you... and i see you... when i see you
Girl your the one... can i be two
And if your love is clear... then i see thru
Then they yell clear... and i pull thru
You saved my life... baby i would too
And they say...

[Wyclef:]
Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is
With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor
Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery...
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Oh... ohhhhhh

 

[fox69]

"Original Silence"
(feat. Mack Maine)

"Original Silence"
(feat. Mack Maine)



[Intro - Lil Wayne:]
I’m so twisted
Mack!

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, tell them hoes I’m ready
Them niggas pissed off, call ‘em R. Kelly
I’m higher than a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank and Effy
Man all of these broads on my Johnson like
Betsey Got a card in my wallet blacker than that nigga Wesley
Life is a bitch, well my bitch is sexy
Fi-First I’m on the jet, and then I’m on a jetski
I make these female dogs heel like Giuseppe’s
Man you be poppin’ shit, and I be poppin’ off I’m full of alcohol, like a cotton ball
I just pick ‘em up and Mr. G just drop ‘em off
I serve these hoes, Mr. Volleyball
Spikes on my shoes, that’s them Louis Vs
I’m on my Ps and Qs, smoking QPs
Nigga I’m chillin’, catch a cool breeze I build a tree house if money grow on trees
Fuck with me wrong I send your head to your momma
Death bed nigga, where the fuck is your pajamas?
Blood all day, period, no commas
Everybody tryna watch, but I’m timeless

[Chorus - Lil Wayne:]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silence on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
That bitch go “pew”, that bitch go “pew”
Got a silence on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
Uh, bitch I’m from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shawty
And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, the grass is greener in
my garden Swagger meaner than the warden, pow, pow, pow I ain’t with arguin’, ha
Leave a nigga leakin’, if you’re scared go see the Deacon
Got a silence on the gun, but them bullets still
speakin’ Got a bunch of bitches tweakin’ to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I’m on her walls like graffiti
You’se a dead pita bread, you’re a fed ass
nigga I’m on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
Fu-Fuckin’ with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga
And it’s party time, excellent, Wayne’s World Party time, excellent, Wayne’s World
Tonight I’ll probably fuck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne’s World

[Chorus - Lil Wayne:]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silence on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
That bitch go “pew”, that bitch go “pew”
Got a silence on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 3 - Mack Maine:]
Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell them hoes I’m ’bout it
These niggas sweet, bunch of fuckin’ brownies
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout? Bitch I’m a G like a thousand
I’m on my one-two, and bitch I’m still counting
You niggas got problems? Well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out ‘em
You don’t want that homie, trust I got that blicka on me
Finger fuck Nina she horny, you won’t see tomorrow morning
Nigga we so fuckin’ cold, Young Money, money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose
Nigga I’m so Hollygrove, fuck them other niggas
And if the guns drawn, I paint a fuckin’ picture
Nigga you know what I’m on, a bag of that strong
Nigga you know where I’m goin’, bitch I’m goin’, goin’, gone
Nigga holler at ya boy, I don’t give a fuck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you niggas up
Mack

[Chorus - Lil Wayne:]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silence on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
That bitch go “pew”, that bitch go “pew”
Got a silence on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Out The Pound"

"Out The Pound"


[Hook: Birdman]
We got the diamond in the back (Yea)
Tinted rolled up (Yea)
Blowin' out the pound
In a brand new truck

Where ya at wit' it?
Let's go and get it
If you a real d-boy
Money over bitches

[Intro over the hook]
Yea, this one here for uptown
I know we lost a lot that we gon' never get back
All the time, but it's a must that we do this here homeboy
Yea, uptown already nigga!

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Slap a bitch wit' a pound and a ki
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street
Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat
Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats
Twenty on a bike, third world peace
Two on the yaucht, million on the fleet
Fo' five fo' a pound of that leaf
A hundred dollaz for a chopper on the streets
We uptown, we gon' ride 'til we die nigga
We stay fresh, get money stay fly nigga
Ain't nuttin' changed I ride them skinny tires
Wit' the candy on the slab, on the buttons wit' them twenty-fives
From no money nigga, now we talk Ca$h Money
From lil' money nigga, now we talk big money
From no nothin' now we all sayin' somethin'
Mo' money nigga, mo' money nigga

[Hook - 2X]

[Verse 2: Birdman]
What it do H-Town?
Wha's up B-Town?
Wha's up A-T-L?
Chea
Hit the town in a Phantom and a G
Wit' two pounds, two broads and a suite
Two toned everything a nigga see
Burnin' rubber in these motherfuckin' streets
Made man, ol' head taught me
Like father, like son we a G
Sixty-four seventy-eight tiger seats
Ol' school drop tops on the beach
Birdman, we do this 'cuz we stunnas
Ain't nuttin' changed in them brand new Hummas
Hood rich, we do it fo' the numbas
Tha fo' fives and the tens and the hundreds
Two fifteen nigga talkin' cash shit
Got a hundred from my bitch she a badd bitch
Money won't change nigga neva average
That's why I'm livin' this bitch so lavish

[Hook - 2X]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yea nigga
We been blowin' out the pound all day hustlin'
Ya heard me?
And this is how we get down at the end of the night
After all that grindin'
Shit
I'm in the club, hoez showin' love
Nigga know we got it, that's why they wanna plug
Pussy poppin' shit, like they wanna thug
Knowin' they ain't 'bout it and them clips gon' bust
I got stacks, that's jus' how it is
Boy Mack supa fly in a Coupe Deville
And got birds in the field
Grindin' all the time
Tryna get a mill'
Neighborhood superstar, third world gangsta
I put mines in, did a lil' more thinkin'
Shine in the summer
Minx in the winter
Ice year round
Twenty on the pinky
Damn my town
Went down sinkin'
Made my rounds
Bounced back bankin'
Neva fold
That's what make me
Make the money
Don't let it break ya

[Hook - 2X]

Yea
That's what it do nigga
We better hustlaz than you nigga
Money longer than yours lil' nigga
Believe that
One hundred
Wha's up Weezy baby?
Them niggaz can't see us man
We barely can see us, ya heard? [fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Outro"

"Outro"



Me me i'ts all 'bout me
Play with me and its mad I'll be.
Please not me she said "oh yes me"!
I will kill you, and bury your body.

 

[fox69]

"Outro"
(feat. Bun B, Nas, Shyne and Busta Rhymes)

"Outro"
(feat. Bun B, Nas, Shyne and Busta Rhymes)



[Verse 1: Bun B]
Yeah... When I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that? "
Big Bun B, but you already knew that
Live from the state where they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man (damn!)
No tricks, man, those is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with DA so you know what it is
I'm sittin' on the fours that clack
Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are holding back... let's go!

[Verse 2: Nas]
Look who crept in with automatic weapons, reppin' QB till the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record goes back to "The Essence",
Smack adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat man, intestine,
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
But I'm like a gastric bypass,
Bunch of Nas African actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow, cocaine white Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art exhibit, I did real good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon,
Fat blunts in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments hidden, I was real young, little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs, bust louder than the noise I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin'... testin'
Chop heads off like King Henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, bitch!
I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin' dude, studied cowards that made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour food, you can say that's how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
There go my nigga Wayne, let them niggas hate
I love my nigga Drake say "we ain't got time to respond to niggas"

[Verse 3: Shyne]
I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa
Blood gang, five! It's that Blood gang, five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I ain't gon' lie, they run they mouth, they ain't gon' fight
They actin' like they ain't gon' die until I let them llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, it's no place for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, it's the green that we want
Cash Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
They say I'm underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
That's when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got em sayin'
"There he goes again! "
See now they nominated a nigga to come and flatten everything
Now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake 'em when I come and shake 'em
And bake 'em and take 'em to another place
Ain't no fakin', ain't no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin' up
Everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when I'm done (Damn!)
You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
OK, now enough of that, see now I'm out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic with Tha Carter IV

 

[fox69]

"Outstanding"

"Outstanding"



Mr. D. Carter
From out tha deep water
Thank the lord for my voice,
The beat, and the recorder
Now pick an alphabet
And you're Z an'
While I'm up tryin to be tha best mc an'
Now let me in
I got my key in
And with them alphabets,
I never used P-E-N
But I gotta lotta paper
But a lot ain't enough
So I got an occupation
Gotta bring the baking
Straight to the kitchen table
Homie if ya girl pregnant
You should kiss her naval
Cuz you probably won't live
To see the mothafuckin' cradle
Ya past left a scar
And ya future's lookin fatal
Ya can't be sorry
Ya gotta be a savior
Gotta be the bread winner
So go rob the bread maker
When they put ya homie to sleep
It's gotta be a wake up
Ya move in tha hood
Then ya gotta meet the neighbors

Bitch get off me
Bitch get off me
I'm the little ass nigga
Known as big homie
The killas is ballin
The niggas is targets
The snitches is talkin
But this is New Orleans
I love what I got
I'm just livin the moment
I aint dyin just yet
I take a shit in the coffin
I already know how to piss in tha toilet
I'm tryin to get tha pot
To piss in in the mornin'
I never fall back
I'd rather go forward
And when I come through
Ya betta duck like Howard
Because I got power
Just like a forward
I come through the lane
And straight dunk like Staudi-
Mire, Amare reminds me of I
Uh, he's a Pheonix sun and I am fire
Dis-re-spect and I spit fire
Til ya neck end up like you off kiya

Hey
Now would ya light that blunt
Promethazine, please
Now bitch look at me
Like a set of T.V's
I'm just tryin to live out my destiny
Please, let me do me
I got the recipe, feed
I'm all about my bread
Like a sesame seed
Big dog talkin'
Check the pedigree flees
And I ball like every team
And I got every girl havin sex with me dream
My heart is in the dirty
But the rest of me clean
I jump for Hollygrove
Like a trampoline fiend
And I rock ya bells
Like a tambourine bean
Jewelry shinin' like flush
Maybaline bling
Red Giants jersey if ya know what I mean
Gimme Plaxico Burress, number seventeen
One circle, three fingers is tha theme
And Young Money mothafucka is tha team

 

[fox69]

"Over Here Hustlin'"

"Over Here Hustlin'"


[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 getting it getting 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 calls.
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 stunting while we hustling, nigga making 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 switching 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 running 'round.
Yeah, and I just do's what I does.
You niggas couldn't even be who I was.

 

[fox69]

"Paradice"

"Paradice"


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