Gossip [*]
Lil Wayne
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And I don't walk around looking for it, you know?, But yesterday It Seemed to just wander on till it found me, The gossip found me Then why don't you just prove it How? You don't know how to prove it?, Well, what you just do is Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop (Oh) Stop, hatin' on a n**** That is a weak emotion The lady of a n**** And you could get tipped Like ya waitin' on a n****, and Put a body bag and an apron on tha n**** I give my all behind the mic, But you could never see, if you sit behind the light You don't have to pick me, to win the title fight But I'm gone 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 b****es in my hair like the f***ing Po-lice 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 light you just might, might, wanna Think it over (think it over) Oh Think it over (think it over) Baby Stop, analyzin' critacizin', You should realize what I am and start epidamizin' Confident, got the heart of the biggest lion Confident like f*** 'em all pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like my s*** is dyin' It rains a lot in my city, cause my city's cryin' Cause my citys dyin' But I emerge from all of that, I am a livin' pio-neer, sighin' Fear God, not them Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the booth and Soo-woop And, then I leave a tub in the boot, I leave a blood bath, Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at? Like the string of the shoe No n**** f*** that I'm twisted like the string on a boot, where New Orleans at? I build hip hop solely like a bus pa** So in your possession, I must ask Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over) Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you? 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 meat under my sink Don't believe in me Don't believe me I graduated from hungry, And made it to greedy My flow is like pasta Take it and eat it But I'm gone need cheese if I'm bakin' a ziti You n****s want beef? I want a steak and uh, we be Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be Hard body n****, takin' it easy All about my paper, bout my paper like Eazy Why do rappers, lot of rappers, lot of fans, lot of rappers, lot of rappers Lie like actin', cut the motherf***a down Cut the jack, f*** your props I am hip hop And I ain't dead I'm alive
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Written by: Dwayne Carter, Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland, Nicholas Warwar, Edward Jr. Holland
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