This Is The Carter AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

This Is The Carter AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

(feat. Mannie Fresh)

[Lil Wayne talking]

Ok I'm finally perfect, ya know

Yall already know what it is and if you don't

Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you

[Hook: Mannie Fresh]

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas

Half ass rappers and true rhyme sayers

This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter

Because this is the Carter, a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter

Wayne in ya brain young Carter

Wayne in ya brain young Carter

[Lil Wayne]

Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle

Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals

My charm starburst, my watch skittles

I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle

Holla at a playa, I'm sorta like BD

Yall can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups

Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too

Don't chase the feelin baby girl let it come to you

Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable

I'ma world class G mami fuck wit dude

I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low

I'ma offense coordinator run the shoe

You watch your grill what you ought to do

Fore' your ribs get barbecued

And my ribs is showin I say I'm starving dude

This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude

What up Reel, c'mon

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]

I'm the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch

I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch

I be flyer than your guy nigga lose the prick

Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing

And we could sssssshhhhhhhh

All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all

Young Mar' picture the broad lick

All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off

If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all

I young money a car I just write it off

I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click

I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick

Get ya game up boy hustle harder

This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this

Get ya game up boy hustle harder

This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]

And yall better blame Baby

Cuz he the muthufucka that made me, and I'm crazy

And yall ask why I never left the navy

Cuz he the muthufucka that pay me, is you crazy

Young, young, young wizzle baby

Give you yo issue, me don't wanna kiss you

No, no, no me no want no bullshit

So, so stop baller blockin cuz a nigga hood rich

And I floss everyday because I could bitch

So holla at ya boy cuz I'm still on some hood shit

Like, like, like whats really good wit ya mom or your lil boy

And your sister lookin good shit, shit

I'm still Apple Eagle weasel

1-7 Hollygrove never ever ever leave you

I got yall waitin on my sequel

This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people

[Hook Repeat X2]

[Lil Wayne talking until the end]

On The Grind AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

On The Grind AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne]

Whaaat

You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones

or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour

And most of our customers come up to us daily

Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby

What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings

and z's to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens

You need to see Wheez - anything you like and I have 'em

From crack to Viagra, and Vicadins valiums

I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av

So get all your money together, come and get my slabs

I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half

And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav'

And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid

For the white people, when I get you bricks for ten, I know the right people

And I keep a nine on my waistline

And I'ma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]

I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"

You see me hustlin' on the block all the time

Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes

Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine

Nigga, I'm tryin' to grind

I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"

You see me hustlin' on the block all the time

Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes

Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine

Nigga, I'm on the grind

[Lil Wayne]

Nigga, y'all gon' respect Wheezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots

I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', "Stop!"

I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed

On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee

And if we beef, we don't beef long 'cause we gon' creep all night

So I hope you don't sleep all night - we on your street all night

Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get me shoes

'cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes

And the bricks move every followin' week

So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d

And I shower your streets until your av pass out

More bricks than the three of your pigs' last damn house

Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts

And issue work for half and just grab that south

For real, nigga - Wheezy Whee tryin' to shine

From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]

Tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"

You see me hustlin' on the block all the time

Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes

Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine

Nigga, I'm on the grind

I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"

You see me hustlin' on the block all the time

Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes

Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine

Nigga, I'm on the grind

[Lil Wayne]

I start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's

Take seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks

Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it

Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it

And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue

And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move

Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose

Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'ma tax a dude

Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma

Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour

I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss

Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss

Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun

All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run

I'm tryin' to get rich 'cause I wan' shine

You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time

[Hook-4x]

[Lil Wayne]

I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"

You see me hustlin' on the block all the time

Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes

Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine

Nigga, I'm on the grind

[Lil Wayne]

Look,

Whaaaaaa

BM J.R. AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

BM J.R. AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

[Baby Talking]

Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'

I peep these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout

money no more man, so what fuck

You know what we gon' do ha?

We gon' do what we been doin nigga

We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'

Nigga

Keep fuckin hoes

Loadin up on mo' bitches

Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga

I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind

[Lil Wayne] I GOT IT

I GOT IT

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]

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 skips 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

[Baby talkin]

Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga

Thats the only way

Dumb shit we bout that get at me

Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga

Fuck The World AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Fuck The World AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Look, look, look

A young nigga screamin FUCK DA WORLD and let em die

Behind tints, tryna duck da world and smoke and ride

Got my bandana round my head and pants to my feet

And got my eyes fire red ang glock on my seat

I'm tryna stya under intoxication

I lost my father and got a daughter

plus i'm on probation

I'm drinking liquor like its water gettin pissy drunk

And stayin away from the lil broads tryna get me sunk

I keep a chopper in the trunk and a heater on my waistline

Duckin the law cuz I ain't tryna do no Fed time

Sometimes I just wish I could get away

But I gotta take care of Reginae

and keep Ms.Cetha straight

So I just maintain the struggle

And i keep trying.

But how can I when my closest people keep dying

I ain't lying like the law tryna bust my clique

But I scream FUCK DA WORLD

Man I'm too young for this

Chorus (2x)

Look, I don't curse,but in this verse man,

FUCK DA WORLD

I lost my father to the gun and made a lil girl

And I'm still thuggin wit my niggas tryna keep it real

Plus I'm still doing for my mother and i'm paying bills

Give me a cigarette

My nerves bad

The Feds said they heard that I know where the birds at

And my ole lady said she saw me wit another Brizzah

And some lil boy shot up my block and now I gotta kill em

And teachers keep tellin my mama that I'm gettin worst

And now she trippin talkin bout I need to be in church

And my lil girl whole family tryna lie in court

Tryna put me a child on child support

And my own family deny me of what I do cause I'm a thug and stuff

Plus my niggas keep fallin to them drugs and stuff

That dope got these niggas meltin away

Man they got clowns around me killin they self everyday

We keep fighting but they strong

I know its hard don't give up baby hold on

Just keep ya fate count ya blessing and woodie keep ya trust

And grab yo nuts and let em know we don't give a FUCK

CHORUS

I mena this world ain't gon never change

So I just keep my head up and my nuts let em hand

Dog I swear its very rough out here for the youngsters

Like everybody against me cause I'm a young thug

Dear Rabbit, Why they had to kill Rabbit?

But I'ma keep u alive nigga I'm lil Rabbit

Thats why this lil nigga be thuggin like its no tomorrow

I can only depend on Ms. Cetha and C-M-R

I try my best to make it through the night and live today

But I'm upset so I'm steadily wipin tears away

And police got me under surveillance when and whenever

Wreckin they brains, tryna figure where i'm gettin tha cheddar

I tell my family just leave me a damn lone

I can handle all of my business, this lil man grown

But I try to forget about it and just stand strong

But if everything was cool, I wouldn't write this damn song

Chorus (3x)

Ain't I AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Ain't I AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

[Jae Millz]

I am the real, I am the authentic,

The fact and the truth is Jae Milz.

Brown skin but I'm black in the booth.

And for the green or that white, you'll see red.

Mushroom bullets hit your body then they spread.

Then your ass dead. No need for a hospital room or a bed.

Just tell his momma to get him some nice threads.

So at least he will be a bitch ass nigaa dyin in style.

He didn't want to look up to me now he gotta look down.

Somebody better tell him on these beats I'm a beast.

Half man half animal like king goin tec. Now I'm a wreck him.

Hell ya young money is what I'm reppin'.

Respect em or I'll put you on that highway to heaven.

Matter of fact pussy you'll get your own lame.

With no speed limits so you'll get there in a minute.

It's Dedication 3. It's no replacing we.

That is like askin a group of muslims where that bacon be.

Straight Gran n Patrone flow there is no chasin me.

And that amnesia is what my medication be.

That's that Amsterdam grade A I'm smokin in neverland.

So high I'll probably never land.

[Lil Wayne]

Muthafuggin psychopath, young money cave men, muthafugg a geico ad.

Fo' Fo' bulldog, fuck around and bite yo ass, shittin on you bitches

now lemme flush the toilet and wipe my ass.

Bitch I'm ballin' now light my cash, no I'm lyin' I love my dough.

got them hoes fallin like a hundred million dominoes.

But I don't eat pizza, I eat pussy when he wouldn't...

Holla at ya guala, yeah bitch itz me,

kickin muthafuggas out the kitchen heat.

I'll put you where the fishes sleep and when they wake,

you'll be the fishies feast...

Imma shark you see my fin hoe,

bullet leave a hole in ya face not a dimple.

Straight from the N.O. it's no problemo to put a niggaz brains on

the muthafuggin window..

Uggggh, damn right I'm nasty, how I come thru in that white eyed Aston.

The leather guts and might I add in it's black on chrome

like Darren McFadden. yeah.

And don't be comparin my swag wit these wack-ass niggas thats

o-so-swagless. yeah.

And call me mr. swag-more, gotcha girlfriend open like some fuggin pores,

or open like some fuggin doors.

Nigga its fugg you and I'm fuggin yours.

From the bedroom to the floors...whores

I Gotta Feeling AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

I Gotta Feeling AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne]

No Ceilings,

Hehaa Yea,

Party on the beach,

Pa – party on the beach,

Party animal baby let me of the leash,

I got my weed from the west,

My pills from the east,

And 2 bottles of goose thats geese,

[Chorus]

I gotta feeling,

No Ceilings m-therfucka,

That tonites gonna be a good night,

That tonites gonna be a good night,

That tonight gonna be a good – good night,

I gotta feeling, whooohoo,

That tonites gonna be a good night,

That tonites gonna be a good night,

That tonight a good be a good – good night,

Tonights the night,

I'm high as height,

Im young 'n restless,

I shines my guided light,

And ah, I'm living right,

My health aiite,

My money good,

And my girl a dike,

Sh-t, Lets live it up,

No dying down,

Lets shoot the bar,

I'll buy the rounds,

I'll take the shots,

I'm bulletproof, yeah,

Nike you just do it,

I do what it do,

I was drinking from where i came,

When i got here i did the same,

I Don't like beer i like champagne,

So cheers to Lil Wayne,

And if she think she get my number,

just hope my number don't change,

Girl stop playing i got that p-ssy on a string,

Now let's do it!

[Black Eyed Peas]

Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it

And do it and do it, let's live it up

And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it

Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it,

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]

I'm bout to really go in,

I'm Going IN!

Kush, got my dutch fat as f-ck,

Weezy F I'm bad as luck,

I'm already at the top bout to pull the ladder up,

lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com

Flow crazy, I need a counselor,

I'm hip hops announcer,

I'm in the gun club,

do you wanna meet the bouncer,

been a beast and still-I-am,

now I rock and still-I-jam,

few n-ggas wit me got that white girl like Will-I-am,

look up b-tch aint no ceilings,

see me at the top controlling things,

anybody beat its a muthaf-cking murder scene,

I do it,

No Ceilings MUTHAF-CKER!

Shout out to Black eyed peas.

Y.U. MAD AZ Lyrics By Birdman Feat Lil Wayne

Y.U. MAD AZ Lyrics By Birdman Feat Lil Wayne

[Nicki Minaj]

I am the female Weezy, this shit is easy

Pull up in that new new, bitch get a squeegee

Yeah my flow sick, yeah my flow queasy

Haha, they were sleeping on me, z-zz-zz

This p-ssy clean, this p-ssy squeeky

That p-ssy old, that p-ssy creaky

When I'm out the country, niggas call me Neeki

Hi, How are you? Yes, it's nice to meet me

Damn, Billboard, I mean I'm winning but I'm still bored

Yeah we shine, gold cluster

As for your career, dead: Ghost Busters

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

[Birdman]

Yeah, Bigga Than Life

C4, We the Bidness

Man, f-ck ya'll niggas

Get down or lay down

Shoot up anything except a school or playground

Triple OG nigga, these hoes know me

Shining AK blood, just like a trophy

I'm old school, and I'll smack a bitch

Getting money like a muthaf-cking cracker bitch

What you know about it? Take notes nigga

YMCMB, head coach nigga

Yeah, stuntman, stuntman

Streetsweeper in my hand get the dustpan

Yeah, we done took off nigga

Got the game on lock like football nigga

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

[Lil Wayne]

Uh, i got the world in my wallet

Swisha full of violet

Niggas think they fly make me check ya flight mileage

That P on my hat is for Piru, not Pirates

I bet I can turn her p-ssy to a f-cking fire hydrant

And I do it for my niggas, my muthaf-cking niggas

Cause these hoes so thirsty like they got the f-cking hiccups

I am beast hoe, to say the least hoe

No cut on the coke, thats coke zero

Yeah tonight, I'll probably f-ck another nigga girl

Party time, excellent, Waynes World

This Cash Money nigga, eat a dick

Been had it on lock, gave the key to Nick'

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

Y.U. MAD AZ Lyrics By Birdman Feat Lil Wayne

Y.U. MAD AZ Lyrics By Birdman Feat Lil Wayne

[Nicki Minaj]

I am the female Weezy, this shit is easy

Pull up in that new new, bitch get a squeegee

Yeah my flow sick, yeah my flow queasy

Haha, they were sleeping on me, z-zz-zz

This p-ssy clean, this p-ssy squeeky

That p-ssy old, that p-ssy creaky

When I'm out the country, niggas call me Neeki

Hi, How are you? Yes, it's nice to meet me

Damn, Billboard, I mean I'm winning but I'm still bored

Yeah we shine, gold cluster

As for your career, dead: Ghost Busters

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

[Birdman]

Yeah, Bigga Than Life

C4, We the Bidness

Man, f-ck ya'll niggas

Get down or lay down

Shoot up anything except a school or playground

Triple OG nigga, these hoes know me

Shining AK blood, just like a trophy

I'm old school, and I'll smack a bitch

Getting money like a muthaf-cking cracker bitch

What you know about it? Take notes nigga

YMCMB, head coach nigga

Yeah, stuntman, stuntman

Streetsweeper in my hand get the dustpan

Yeah, we done took off nigga

Got the game on lock like football nigga

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

[Lil Wayne]

Uh, i got the world in my wallet

Swisha full of violet

Niggas think they fly make me check ya flight mileage

That P on my hat is for Piru, not Pirates

I bet I can turn her p-ssy to a f-cking fire hydrant

And I do it for my niggas, my muthaf-cking niggas

Cause these hoes so thirsty like they got the f-cking hiccups

I am beast hoe, to say the least hoe

No cut on the coke, thats coke zero

Yeah tonight, I'll probably f-ck another nigga girl

Party time, excellent, Waynes World

This Cash Money nigga, eat a dick

Been had it on lock, gave the key to Nick'

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

Thats why you why you mad mad

We Be Steady Mobbin AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

We Be Steady Mobbin AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

feat. Gucci Mane

(Wayne)

Man fuck these niggas

Imma spare everything but these niggas

I flip the gun and gun Buck these niggas

take the knife off this AK and cut these niggas

yeah and fuck these bitches

I swear I care bout everything but these bitches

I don't care I "so what" these bitches

and I put young mula baby way above these bitches

if it ain't broke don't break it

and if he ain't shook I'm gon' shake him

hope I dont look weak 'cuz when a wolf cry wolf you

still see that wolfs teeth muthafuckaaaa

futuristic handgun if you act foul you get two shots and one

I'm at your face like lancum

you niggas softer then roseanne's son

you cannot reach me on my Samsung

I'm busy fuckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue

crazy muthafucka I am one but the crazy thing is I began one

all white bricks I'm straight like its jumpin' back to 36 nigga

big house long hall ways got 10 bathrooms I can shit all day nigga

(Chorus)

and we don't want no problems, OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin

yeah big kane on the beat, I fuck around and leave a nigga brains

on the street(ooohhh)

now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy

uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby

(Gucci)

What the fuck is up

Its Gucci Mane the G

its Titty boy no pity boy

Big scarcity the city boy

So Icy so no Nike boy

Just Gucci Louis Prada 'scuse me

Gucci Mane keep shittin' on me

Why that boy keep buyin' jewelry

East Atlanta cockin' hammers

bandanas on car antennas

No, we do not talk to strangers

Just cut off these niggas fingaz

Gucci's armed and dangerous

Cocaine, Codeine, and Angel Dust

This AK 47'll hitchu everywhere from ankle up

Clip the size of Nia Long

Clips long as a Pringles can

.45 desert eagle on me you'll think I'm an eagles fan

Tony Braxton sniper rifle

make you neva breathe again

fuck that nigga

kill that nigga

bring him back

kill him again

gucciii

(Wayne)

Yeah the money is the motive

fuck with the money it get ugly as coyote

OK, I'm reloadin' better pull it if you tote it

I buy a pound break it down and put it in a stogie

swagga so bright I don't even need light

I'm wit a model broad she don't even eat rice

but would you believe that she dykes

and she asked for a pitcher so I gave her three strikes

I'm the man around this muthafucka

I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this muthafucka

this rap game, I got my hand around this muthafucka

yeah I said game but I ain't playin' around this muthafucka

yeah I'm the best to ever do it bitch

and you the best at never doin' shit

if you the shit then I'm sewer rich

try me and I'll have your people readin' eulogies

I swear you can't fuck wit me

but I can fuck yo girl and make her nut for me

then slut for me then kill for me then steal for me and of course

it'll be yo cash

then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo ass

(Chorus)

and we don't want no problems, OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin

yeah, big Kane on the beat, I fuck around and leave a nigga brains

on the street(ooohhh)

now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy

uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby

(Wayne)

uh, man suck my clip

swallow my bullets

and dontchu spit (ooohhh)

I am the hip hop socialist

life is a gamble and I'm all about my poker chips

do you want a dose of this I will make the most of this

F is for ferocious murder your associates

the top is so appropriate

this is just where i belong

keep a hard dick for ya girlfriend to wobble on

Weezy

(Chorus)x2

and we don't want no problems,

OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin

yeah big kane on the beat,

I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street(ooohhh)

Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy

uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby