what the fuck kinna shit you listenin to? Lil Wayne goes hard
Murder capital, only key to survive is kill If the elements don't murder you the riders will fo real And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets Yeah I got the sawed off, fully in the sean john hoody Get fucked ya play pussy We hit em' up when they ain't lookin and them body shots hurt And the head shots took him Damn And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him Knock his top to his bottom jack You see me grind to the bottom just to make it to the bottom At the very bottom of the map Lou-easy-ana pirahnnas everywhere you at You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat You bitch could get it for actin like a man Them niggaz in Pakistan impactin on ya man I back his hand ya man on command In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on fam I'm on, I am just in different climates, duckin the animal keep on runnin wit my primates You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states, Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, supa, what the fuck they play it in the club for ? Real shit I'm duckin bombs from a drug war, no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushin lord Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord I'm just tryin to dodge the shots they send to the god They riding up highway to heaven boulevard Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain't lookin for "I" The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side Cuz when you wildin you ain't lookin, you just lookin high and when we hungry you look like pie Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon merangue, apple custard, cherry jelly Don't make me get the buiscut buster What up gizzle you my distant brother Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep I skip the frontin and sticks to keepin it trill You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill Rest in peace
[Baby talking] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga, If you bout money nigga come fuck with us, if you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya Order bitch, ya underdig Put ya prints in nigga Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Ay, ay You sleep in a field for tryin the dude I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you I lie his body in grease set fire to him I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade Damn I'm near heatin and blaze a nigga keep they ways when I'm in the streets with blades Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face yea And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table I keep the eight Haha My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days Birdman talk to em'
[Baby talking] Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Ay, ay, Check my swag, I travel like sound dog You play hard in the gravel like ground dog I'm underground call me groundhog Lay down lawgs call me ground law Don't confuse me with the law, naw but just confuse me with my paw Because I am the Birdman J-R I ain't trippin nigga, I play the corner like ripkin nigga With the 40 cal ripkin nigga, rip a nigga Flip ya vehicle, split ya winsheild Wack ya Baby momma but I let the kid live And people say that I am a kid still, cuz the lil nigga still rides on big wheels You feeling animal then come on and get killed And sig pill bandannas like banana's Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in havana In my cabana with my bottom bitch from savahnna Man a train couldn't stop ya man I man up and you not a man I stand up, say I got my land I'm the man of my land Call it lil-weezy-ana Thats the new plan
[Chorus 2X with variations] Money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money money on my mind So money is all I think of
Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe I'm lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R. Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick I know but trip and that forty make a chip Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip And the hustle was all muscle just strength When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist I whip coke like hoes nigga I'm a pimp Lil nigga bout to rape the market If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin
[Chorus]
[Hook: during chorus] Fuck bitches [3X] Get money [3X] Get money fuck bitches Fuck bitches get money Fuck bitches get money
Yeah Nigga get it in a slump if you know how In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow What you know bout that baby its yo time Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks He tell me I'm gainin weight I tell him I'm gettin paid Money over bitches I'm yellin it to the grave Developed at a young age go after what pays These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays I drop a car note in the mall on the first day I gotta get it even if its in the worst way That cake like it's it's my birthday New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me Where moneys more important than the person Nigga
[Chorus + Hook during chorus]
Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar I'm diggin in the game tryna get some money out her I'm so vain its a problem It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest Got me a goddess sure how to divide it She still down and she don't get none of the profit We around the city let the tints hide me Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you I make it run like horses do Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby I know its crazy but I can't get enough baby I love it I fuckin love it I'm a self made millionaire fuck the public Ridin to myself cause I don't fuck with nothin Pistol on my lap on the way to the money
you cant say this song isnt hard or yous a bitch nigga now the next song
Hit Em Up"
[Verse 1] I tried to talk to him Quit talkin, I'ma hang ya by your tongue, Yea Any motormouth could get hung high We don't fuck wit niggaz like fungi We don't even hear ya Hollerin bullshit nigga quit the diaherra Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless You can leave out here armless, no homies Honest, you niggaz is harmless I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be) Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him Don't get close to him Shootouts and nothin but rock n roll to him Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood 'Nother murder, 'Nother page out the notebook It ain't nothin it don't make it if you no good I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to
[Chorus] Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was tryna be calm But, uh, that chopper Rrrot, put his head in his arms And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose He had too much talkin, not enough Deuce' I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em but I hit 'em up [Gun shot] I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
[Verse 2] Y'all take them shoes off your teeth Stop runnin your mouth No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth I'll come to your house, me and my goons Loadin up bangers, ridin under the moon Throwin up fingers sayin "My side rule" If a nigga disagree, ask him "Must I prove?" That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed fool And I'm "in it like Bennet" hoe, aren't I cool But if that thermostat switch and that needle move Then the attitude switch and the heat'll move I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool Me the disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe Swallow the truth, belch reality How does it taste, Pie to your face, You a bitch nigga All pussy, stop comin out your lips nigga I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] Real talk boy, chill wit the talk boy That tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boy Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy Start with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone boy Wit your friends, to carry you alone To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone Fuck discussion, I ain't in to it boy I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy Big uzi, tissue the boy I'm inside lookin out, you just an intruder boy You need sooches on your smooches boy But, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to
i agree with rakim lil wayne sucks and how in the fuck he got one of the tightest flows in the game? shit his flow sucks and his voice is annoying as hell that dude has always sucked only good one outta cash money was juvinile other than that the rest sucked dick
Lil Wayne is the illest rapper in the south, matter of fact maybe the only ill rapper in the south. I still don't understand how Rakim can have Paul Wall and the Young Bloodz in his sig, then say Weezy sucks.. *smh
EXACTLY WHY WOULDNT HE BE THE DOPEST RAPPER IN THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHER BUT I AGREE WITH ILLAMENT RAKINS MAN YOU GOTTA RELIZE PAUL WALL AINT GOT SHIT ON WEZZY AND YOUNG BLOODZ DONT EITHER THE ONLY TIGHT I MEAN OK SONG BY THEM IS PRESIDENTAL REMIX WIT AKON
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