songs where Wayne shows his technical ability?

[TinyPenisProductions]

Byrd Gang taking off bitch watch em fly
And paint the sky red like the Crimson Tide
Flow retarded, Special Olympics kind
That gold medal heavy but it fit just fine
So, I just had to spit this rhyme
Spit like I'm trying to tongue kiss this rhyme
Some say greatness gets better with time
So I bought a zillion watches but don't watch mine
You little fucks are so I-ron-ical
Nickel plus fo' is a nine millimeter
No starch but I tote I-ron
All out in the open like I'm in I-ran
Young, champ-I-on, like a lampI'm on
But um, I could clap and then lightsoff
Take no nights off but my days the same
And people change but fuck it nothing stays the same
And naw I ain't speaking so don't wave the blame
Lock me up but you could never cave the brain
Gasoline, can you invision if our gaze was flames
No you can not stop my vibe, couple page a game
Dang, a game? Yep, well gimme some crazy frames
And if this camera shoots me dead, Lord save my chains
Lord save the rings, I am way too vain hehe
Listen to that Kanyeagain
I play the game like I made the games
You playing like your trying to get traded mane
And you ain't gotta call me the greatest mane
But I am more of a dog than the greatest dane
You boys acting like ladies mane
Crying like you bout to have babies mane
And you can find me grinding on the days we playin'
And that's because I know the sun'll raise again
And when it do I'm a praise the mane
They say you crazy Wayne, but I just bake em mane
And that's Ms. Baker saying, that I'm the...

The song is too GOAT

[cmotany]

I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter

From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one
You do the math it's a horror
While I be on the ave gettin off one nineteen for a soft one
Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot
If I catch you without my scratch I'm scratchin ya out
If you catch me without the burna burn me
I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass
I'm dyin of doom I say I'm sick with cash
These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass
You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass
Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass
Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass
Smash on ya bitch ass
Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye!

[Chorus - 2X]
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who gon fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon fuck wit me do you wanna fuck wit me Naw!

Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house
I'll send a brick to a house nigga
I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose
Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce
Lights off young Teddy Pender is out
Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown
I wasnt born with no silver spoon
But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon
Young Tune sittin in ya room sing for me
But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom
But if ya dont gimmie me doe fool the semi go boom
I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room
I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space
She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace
I was once lost but now I'm found
Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye!

[Chorus - 2X]

Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da head Whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da face Whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da neck Whoa!
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!


I know how to cook so I buy it soft
I also sell it soft depending the cost
You know thats shells they toss defending they boss
They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss
You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far
Ya'll niggaz better gear up for the comin of the boy
From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy
I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys
Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump
Baby what have I done I created a monster
Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster
Hell naw I smell ya'll
Didnt know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on
And the block still a hell zone
Get a helmet for you and ya gal’s dome I suggest! Aye!



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You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick
or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas
We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons
We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats
Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!"
I flash the mack in front of your gal and make her tell
Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"
It's Lil Wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga
Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga
If you out, you can find me on the street with the work
If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the work
Never slip - I empty half a clip deep in your shirt
And put your whole clique deep in the dirt
Smell me?


Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place
Mask the face, automatic attached to waist
You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad
There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head
And they gon' either get it right, or they get it at night
And when they spit, it lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice
Henny and ice is what I prefer, but light on the rocks
I pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up your block
And if there's coke involved, then your throat's involved
I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of yall
Me and my nigga, Super Sosa, run up in your crib
while your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you wan' grudge, chances slim like Ethiopia
If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia
Recognize it's real and nuttin other than that
Cause one from the mac'll have blood cover your back, ha?


I'm dippin' in a black milleny benny sittin on twentys
Top off when the city's windy me and pretty Cindy
She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she sippin remy
I'm Iceburg nuttin but winnie all the way to my tennies
I'm hotter than a semi' 'cause this skirt shes wearing mini
and plus my head is spinnin from drinkin this fifth of Henny
I stop at any deli cause this freakin with her penny
and aint no tellin how many she 'umm already been in.
We get inside the room and she gigglin plain grinnin
Slowly the lights dimmin and I'm slippin on my jimmy
I'm feelin with her titties this is only the beginnin
I stick it in her kitty now she screamin come on gimme
I'm flippin this chick over and I caught her slowly bendin
I'm hittin got her twistin this is my ninny you hear me
And when its time to quit I got her soakin wet and drippin
She asked me for a kiss ah..

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[cmotany]

Straight off the block, hot, nuts in my hand, trustin no man
Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand
We be steamin.. blazin.. nines, pumps, and K's, and
Holly Grove 17th, (what) tha hood where I (what) was raised in (what)
Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and
rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and
Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers
EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward
No respect from no stunt, and no money without power
We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour
Some niggaz like that powder, foldin up what they drain
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of that 'caine, jackin and crackin brains
Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)



[Lil Wayne]
Young Money!
Ahh, I be on that way left shit
Better get right or get left shit
Better hit right or get left hit
Even if you threw the best pitch
Yes bitch it's Weezy-F bitch, I'm the best bitch
Motherfuck yo' guest list, I be like, let's just
kill him and get breakfast, neck slit
Next shit expect this, every time you check this
I'm exit, I mean, excited to be yo' death wish
Bitch I wear this G shit on my heart, not my necklace
And I keep the Heckler for the heck-less
And I'm from the Mecca of the Reckless with a record-breakin death list
The reckless and neglecters think election won't affect us
I'm high above you, above law, above average
Niggaz snitchin, put niggaz in a can like a beverage
Damn! I pop at your head, fuck up your memories
I put a bullet in Nina head and let her reminisce
Yeah, if you don't remember shit you gon' remember this
I'll knock them niggaz down this year, I'm on my timber shit
Big lion growl at you niggaz on that Simba shit
I'll be on that "Fuck yo' clique, I'll kill every member" shit
Cold as December shit, bang in any weather shit
And they could buy you back with body parts sold separate
Yeah, that's a bet bitch like Russian Roulette bitch
Weezy be the genie in a bottle, here's your death wish


[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Mad trees and bitches in dungarees
The city under siege, kitchen 100 degrees
I love that summer breeze, I'll stand in it until it freeze
I'm from another breed, them sss, southern g's
I sip promethrazine, I lean, I stand tall
I'm mean, I'm mad raw, I'm coming like fastball
Steee-rike, Yup, so get it right
Nigga, one of my sniplets'll end your whole life
You ain't nothing but a riblet to a nigga with a knife
In a fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat pork
So be smart and play your own part
If you don't love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart
And we don't like the narcs, stay away from the cell
Hey, I'ma shoot it out if I'm facing the ail
Yea, so tell your girl to come and make me rich
Weezy Baby nigga, 9 to 5, 10 to 6


[Verse 1]
I got ten round my neck, twenty on my wrist
Million dollar luck ah, million dollar kiss
Pull up in my Lexus, sippin on Dom P
Call me the baby pacino of C.M.B.
I floss everyday whoadie
Knowin to shine like a crushed wined face Roley
What the deal on the real it's all about scrill
Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah
Ridin to myself up in my baby benz
Playin tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends
Flyin to Nashville, me and bob splittin eighty
Then I chill on Washatona with Slim and Baby
See the $ on my neck symbolize my click
See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich
Always wonderful, but Baby gotta see it to believe it
All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy
Fifteen and I'm workin wit a hundred and better
And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel
What


This is where them niggas die fast
Sell bricks and buy bags
They dodge class to hit the block and go find cash
If you try to pass - take my advice: drive fast
'Cause, my man, ain't no escapin' when shots blast
You wonder why the cops keep circlin'
Niggas murderin'
I ain't never saw 'em before
Tonight we twurkin' 'em
Niggas wearin' masks like glasses
Niggas got on tank tops and a pair of Reebok classics
Pants to my knees 'cause the glock make it slouch
I can't talk right now - I got three rocks in my mouth
And, wodie, when we enter-- niggas freeze up like it's winter
And if a nigga whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner
Seventeen representer - you don't like it, do somethin'
And I'll bet you'll see a nigga outside 'bout two-somethin'
And we like to dress in all black up in my residence
Ain't got on no suits 'cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents


[Lil Wayne]
Ay ay
Weezy the god bow down give praises
I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix
Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces
I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic
Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces
Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty
Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me
Show appreciation for those who still with me
Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy
Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me
Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah
Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress
Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access
Young and play hard with no practice
Feelin me is like huggin a cactus
But if you know pain you take it love it and patches
South side

[cmotany]

[Verse 1]
Age is nothin but some digits nigga trust me on this
Cas I think I speak for every one when I say life is a bitch
I ride D L into the C L Gun right in my grip
I slip a clip in every trip , cas hatas likely to trip
Come home to my future wife and every night she'll flip
She end up catchin rights to her lips behind diapers and shit
But I like when we split drink henney without ice when I'm pissed
Go to the club and start a fight thinking I'm Tyson and shit
But I'm a man so I'm here to handle my situtions correctly
And i noI might be dumb but niggas gone definantly respect me
But in the mean partner I'm fightin gun charges in court
And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start
Its like i'm never happy now
except for the fact my daughter sayin I love you daddy now
And that kinda juice me up and I smoke about 3 blunts
and puff a cooler boost me up
And say a prayer for everyday
just so I get through the stuff but I be like

(Chorus) - 2x
Ahhhh man, it's complicated doin everythang on your own man
being responsible for everybody and yo own man
and when u feel like everythang is goin wrong man
I'm gone stand cause I am a GROWN MAN

[Verse 2]
I try to keep my head up, but I die to keep my bread up
And usually I'm fed up thinkin everythang's a set up
But I get up this stick out my chest and clutch on my nuts
And i get hit up with all kinda stress
And put up with the stuff, trust me it's tough
But I mantain to climb through it all
And I still manage to be Lil Wayne therefore I shine and I ball
And dawg I live for today and hope and pray that there's a tomorrow
And I borrow confidence from out my heart when thangs get awfull
And I'm walkin on the edge stuck without a solution
and someway I still figure it out and shuffle out the conclusion
And I don't need nobody so keep yo advice and just doubt me
Cas ya'll cats don't really no me ya'll jus know about me
So if my dawgs be on my side they keep me coupled with spirit
And plus I know my fathers watching and my mother's the dearest
And I ain't neva said they don't appreciate what I do
But jus know if I wasn't a man I wouldn't make it through

(Chorus) - 2x

[Verse 3]
Who would have known that this was somthin that didn't turn out so hectic
But I chose my own life so I gradually accept it
I'm influenced and effected by the way it became
And I don't play with them at all so I don't say its a game
And even though I grew up hard and I have gracefully change
I'm always street so I'll forever be facing a change
And I'll keep this thang brutained on the waist of my pants
And I demand respect from all if not then I'm waisting a man
And if I want it then I get and if I need it I have it
Take care of my family first plus the liquor and weed is a habit
And I'm so often I'm congratulated for the succeeding at last
But when they turn they back I just have Jesus leading my path
And I didn't ask for you to like me I don't care if you hate me
But don't mistake me no otha man can neva make me or break me
I’ll br faithfully inspired by the hood tell I'm gone
And dawg I do believe I'm grown
so I'll be good on my own but I be like

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[cmotany]

[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 bag 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


[Lil' Wayne]
Head shots stop, complete
50 shots when our choppers scream
Havin trouble this evenin
Leavin the scene not breathin
Me and the Hot Boyz ride
Cheif and gettin high
Beef and niggas die when me and the Hot Boyz ride
Girlfriend under the seat, driver side of the Hummer
Here comes the chopper drummer faster than a track runner
Don't play the hard road 'cause the hard road will get you left
On your way to the crossroads, no tomorrow for yourself
Wettin your whole set and where I think ya be at
Attackin your old hood and where ya people sleep at
React, pure D-donkey, 'bout gettin funky
Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an army
Clips that's all extended leave you bended, rear ended
SK's be sending, slugs that can't be defended
There goes the arrival, chopper spits five more
Screamin lets start the war 'cause we 'bout survival
I gets loose, chopper, blast drastically, tragically
Bloody, bloody bodies lie upon the ground raggedy
You turn around I got that red light beamin bright
You full of fright 'cause you know you might die tonight
I gets to this, I'm ruthless, do more shoot this
'Bout gettin foolish, lose it, chopper, ready to shoot it
The head buster, Apple and Eagle, B.G., still a sinner
I got his body stank behind the Carrollton shoppin center

[cmotany]

[Lil Wayne]
They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck
I'ma specialist vet, No testin the best
Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk
I'll make ya mouthpiece obese like Delereese
I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weez
E, F baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defense like Jeff Bailey, I'm gone wit it
A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it
Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business
I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse
So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out
Pay attention closely, You niggaz can never roast me
Cause the maker of the testerosta knows me
Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right


[Lil Wayne]
Hit me!
Fuck that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I'm from the take it outside, nah do it right here, nah
How 'bout later on, yeah when everybody home, look you fucking with
Weezy F baby, please say the baby
Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady
Triple gold D's four tires on the whip
Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip
Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil
The pot or kettle, uh
The metal let 'em burn like "Ursher" but worser
If there's any beef I come Ron like Mercer
Word up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve up
We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert
I got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff"
I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunch
I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much
You see the wirst moving, it look like pure punch
I hear the playa hating but I don't endorse such
I got the Escalade, guts like the tour bus
I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup
And in the tires where the package is going
Midas been a Goodyear with these Firestones
I spit like Mya‘s poems, born in chromers
For the buyers chromosomes I got sommers
I got vicadens, valiums I ain't stopping
Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin
And that's how we rocking
How can you hear that bop unless I'm be-bopping
Yeah skip when you hear that click
Cash money nigga I'm that shit
Weezy Baby, ugh!


(Verse 1: Lil Wayne)
I ain' just jumped off da porch playboy
I been thuggin on da block
Fist clutchin' on da glock
Who Bout it
Motherfucker let me know shit
Y'all wit that hoe shit
I keep the fo grip
Hollowed tips fill the whole clip
Trippin' ya feel da whole clip
Get It
I'm on some mo shit
Quad Mafia blow Shit
Never slipped for dough or no bitch
I only want a hoe for those lips to lick my whole clique
And load the bitch wit coke and shit and send her on a road trip
I'm so sick wit it
Dick nigga what is your purpose
I'm off the surface
Platinum merchandise shining perfect
For certain firearms
This verse seem like it's dirty squiddy
Put bullets in yo shirt and fit it if you jerkin wit me
? pops don't yourself the next statistic
You may be hard but seeing your chopped off is less convincing
Which nigga want it
Holla at me I'll be at the top
With cha wife slobbing on my cock
And your kids calling me pop I can't be stopped




[Lil Wayne]
I'm like a dry rubber wit tight pussy, ya can't fuck wit me
An if ya try, I'm bustin' get it I'm bustin'
You niggas don't amount to nothin' & me, I'm top notch boy
Any problems I cock, glock sparks & knock out hearts
You see tha ice twink we I talk, ya blink & ya dead
I'll let a hollow tip sink in ya head, so think it over
'Fore they find ya ass hangin' over a bridge & shit
While I'm out drinkin' wit tha squad like I ain't did tha shit
I really hope ya click come back for revenge & shit
I'll make bullets drop on ya block like pidgeon shit
A nigga duct tape ya ????? don't get me pissed
Put hollow tips in clips like chips in dip
Bitch nigga here could flip tha script, ya not built for dat
Ya not soldiers, ya get killed for dat
I'll cock & pop one in you cattle, push your filta back
An niggas respect tha shots, make 'em tilt your hat(what you)

[Raw Tune Not A Cartoon]

Lord, protect me from my friends, I can take care of my enemies
I come from where the niggas just kill to save energy
Sorry, world, but my mommy drop me where the clinic be
So if you tried to mimic me you'd probly catch some sick disease
Six degrees, leanin' on that promethathathathazene
I'm a centipede, these men move at women speed
I'm bout my spinach, cheese, dough, chedder, feddi, gwop
Money, moolah, mozarella, et cetera, et cetera
Fuck competitors, fuck these rappers, fuck these editors
Fuck the head of the state, fuck the gates surroundin' the prisoners
These muthafuckas the prey; I'm the Predator, see me dreadlock
Tough as Bam-Bam from Bedrock; I'm tied to the game like wedlock
Say "hello, red dot", say "goodbye, life" and say "hello, Satan"
A devil in the flesh, a rebel at its best, no complainin'
We live in Hell and I'm blessed, Scarface

This Fucking Verse Shame It Never Got Finished

[2006WayneForever]

This Fucking Verse Shame It Never Got Finished

He needs to finish it and rerelease it.

[Raw Tune Not A Cartoon]

He needs to finish it and rerelease it.

I've been saying how he should get Eminem for that 3rd verse and throw it on C5. Shit would be dope af.

[OllyCarterz]

Sleazy was a good verse too..

We be on that shit that no one be on
Thats whatwe one, smoke thatneon
Kings of Leon, Dynamite Napoleon
Got some skinny's and a tee on
And some vans and my mans got the ratchet
While I'm laying in some p-ssy you be laying in a casket
And I'm just saying, I'm just spazzing
Im just smashing, Im just nasty
If you 'bout it, bust it open
Oh you fancy man, I got so many flows like mansion
Catch a tantrum, know a girl called Cleopatra
She a throw that p-ssy at ya
I'm financially straight like a lion
I aint lying
And all my hoes on they toes
Ballerina, Black Swan
Man we on Ciroc, Grey Goose
It's Weezy baby, sleazy baby

[Spark]

---

I can't believe no one posted Fly In, Carter II or Fly Out
Here's Fly In

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 they body on chill like gla-ciers
Gracias: I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffing, I'm just pitching, your honor, I ain't snitching, your honor
Hate "bitch niggas": 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 dope
Trying to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Trying to tell you 'fore you jump that my Mack ain't broke
You ain't trying to see how far that black backlane go, no!
Call me Pac-Man, your ghosts is blue
I got my red river rubies and my ocean blue
Jewelry, usually I'm a hooligan for the money
Yeah I'm eating but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh
Make harm and I 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 gonna make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin' 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 niggas ran for me but I'll still be here
No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental
Crack the Phil, crack the roof and roll up the windows
And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home
That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leapin' at a dog, a dog with no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you rich niggas know pa:
I'm talkin' bout Stunna
He like, "keep your dough," he got your ho
When the sun shines on the king it sets on the prince
I met the Birdman and I been shining ever since


- - - Updated - - -

Imma do them all
Carter II

All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll address them like P.O. boxes
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fucking with that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet til your sock drip
Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass
I hear 'em but they talking under masks
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't running, we don't hide, screaming fuck the other side
Don't get caught on it, this the deadliest grinds
I put your heart on it and walk on it
The chalk's only for the art homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya
Look around, we at war and you still in preparation
I'm riding for them reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long, you gotta pace it
You gotta know that paper
If you got it from a caper, gotta blow that paper
Gotta know that, photo phobia, no Kodak moments
Feds' walls with my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look
Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a brassiere hook
Bitch cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer
Around here and this here is Tha Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boy some dipping sauce, I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On the head at the bottom
You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't gotta get 'em cause I already got 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em

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Fly Out

I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the drain
I'm like the key in the drough
I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless
Seeing through you niggas like a fuckin' psychic
Hearing through the grapevine, niggas wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift, man you better be Pathon
Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond
I'm in this bitch, throwing up the "17th" sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped 3 times
A Tec-11, AK-47, one Beretta, ready for whatever
Tell them pussy niggas come together
Heavy weather, nigga, supersoaker wetter, nigga
6-feet-under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal nigga
I'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga
30 years old, shit, that'll be a given nigga
Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listening
But she ain't really tripping cause the pots is pissed in
Them niggas trippin', until the shots whistling
Hear them bullets hissing like a cobra at attention
I've got a bitch...and quit calling women bitches!
As long as she don't worry about the coke in the kitchen
No preventing the crime, I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quitting
There you go shittin' on the way a nigga thinking
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 motherfuckin' snow come
And it feels so fucking good
Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Running cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
Come and get it, automatics in motion
We banging 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 tha...Best Rapper Alive

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