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Year: 2007
Produced By: Street Runner
Album: The Leak
Label: Cash Money/Universal
Live Performance
Lyrics
[Intro]
I hate gossip
And I don�t walk around looking for it, you know
But yesterday it seemed to just wander around until it found me
You know like gossip found me
And why don�t you try proving it
How? You don�t know how to prove it?
Well what you just do is
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
[Verse 1 � Lil Wayne]
Stop
Hating on a nigga
That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you can get tipped like you waitin� on a nigga
Put a body bag and an apron on a nigga
I give my all behind the mic
But you can never see if you sit behind the light
And you don�t have to pick me to win the title fight
But I�mma wear that championship belt so tight
And if I�m wrong, there is no right
And if I�m wrong, there is no white
I�m tryna be polite
But you bitches in my hair, like the fucking po-lice
And my flow is rare, these other rappers nice
These other rappers bark, some of �em even bite
But I�m much more bright, I give the game sight
So before you dim the lights you just might, might, wanna
[Chorus]
Think it over, think it over, oooh
Think it over, think it over, baby, baby
[Verse 2 � Lil Wayne]
Get em!
Stop
Analyzin�, criticizin�
You should realize what I am and start epitomizin�
Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion
I�m confident like fuck �em all, pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it�s like my shit is dyin�
It rains a lot in my city, because my city�s cryin�
Because my city�s dyin�
Still I emerge from all of that I am a living pion-eer, near Zion
Fear God, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot
And soo woo, and
Then I leave blood in the booth, I leave a blood bath
Sorry there�s a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
I�m twisted like the string on a shoe, no nigga fuck that
I�m twisted like the string on a boot, now where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, I, I, I must ask
[Hook]
Hey, haven�t I been good to you? Think it over
Tell me; haven�t I been sweet to you?
[Verse 3 � Lil Wayne]
Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean
Cast away stones, I won�t even blink
A gun is not a math problem, I won�t even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don�t believe in me, don�t believe me
I�ve graduated from hungry and made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it
But I�mma need cheese if I�m bakin� a ziti
You niggas want beef? I want a steak and uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where weed be
Hard body nigga, just takin� it easy
All about my paper, �bout my paper like Eazy
Why do rappers, why to rappers, lie to fans
Lie to rappers, lie to rappers, lie like actors
Cut the motherfuckin� cameras
Cut the check nigga fuck ya props
And make it out to Mr. Hip Hop
I�m not dead, I�m alive
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