Lyrics:
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause un pause this
So keep your bitch ass
Lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot
releasing a tune
Cuz' i just lost my best friend
The realest of bredrins
2real try tell me that we wasn't destined
Or making our mums proud
I even stopped
Yo
I possibly will be lyrical if I rapped better than anyone
Cuz this song is "Better Than Ever II"
Cuz I don't wear sweaters unless it's autumn
I'd
talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too
[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
Five oh four
Get back up in the streets, so the rumors can be dead
Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's head
Bumba claat watch, now watch me I'm
chatter, big splasher, Yeuh I swam sum, not enough mind is fucked cuz lil man sprung lucky was P, double dem vascular cardio beat, cuff one he loved one now
what I’ve learned in this business
you just never know…
[Lil’ Kim]
Shut the f-ck up
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll
Yup, Hovi's home
The newest edition to the Roc
(I don't plan to be no philosopher)
M.O.P.
The Blueprint 2 is on its way
I know ya hear my footsteps
Every time we on the scene, we do it big
Fuckboy let's go
Ayy, Blue they can't fuck with us, nigga
They can't fuck with the sauce, Lil P ayy
Let the beat
Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
And we won't stop, get money niggas
on the rise, man, that's for certain
Miley out here twerking, Baby and Wayne ain't working
The new year's here, the old one get tossed
Big R.I.P. To everybody
a
Nigga like Lil Wayne
All black, glove mask, car fast, Bruce Wayne
Duffle bag boy but I still ain't met 2 Chainz
Crippin' like I should've been
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)
Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I brought plenty
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
[Chorus 2x]
[Beanie Seigel]
Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
what you would lack
You gotta pick the pen up and create another tool from scratch
Since I dropped my album I've been comfortable, much too in fact
Been
Lil Wayne & T-Streets Talking:
Yeah! Nigga this the young god weezy
Baby what's ya name caddy? T-streets nigga
My nigga streets telling me he need me
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
Mack now,
But I got my Tec now,
But I got my vest now,
Got my own back now,
Gotta earn my respect now,
Lil' Wayne, tryin' to dis the trigga man,
I
as a gorilla Westbank man I grew up by the Villa, you either ball or you’re basic or racist, Big Fav man I made it in those trenches like....
Repeat 2
Verse 1:
make a strong willed nigga wane
Since a lil nigga hang with the killers and distributers of 'caine
They dismemberers of swishers then refill it with
I'm tryin' to get rich
I'm shined out, ten karats on my wrist
Flyin' first class, me and my whole click, now
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out
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