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Fireman

Lil Wayne

Crunk Hits, Vol. 2

2006

Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (yes)
Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew (yes)

their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down

Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,

intrigued by your body
My apologies
I didnt give a fuck bout your mind
I wanted to grind on your body
Good conversation
And after the club take you home

business, learning to be
Easy on myself and be the best version of me
It's sad just to think
Weed had me hallucinating and imagining things
On an insanity

shii to rap bout 
Now 
I'm like fuck it they get what they get 
Only way I won't release 
If my verse weak 
I'm not defined by the sales you see 
Defined

the moonlight
Come to my town you dead by midnight
Gotta get it how you live
Hustlin gotta pay bills
First of the month 
No food for the kids
Ski mask duct tape I

touches a maf@k3R won’t stop missin

It’s smooth, fluent, impeached with a lie

Bob Marley new the second he got naturally high

Emancipate yourself, from

get a bob or not
If your hand fit in my palm or not
Took you to all my spots
Didn't let it ring when the call would drop
Just switch phones
You had

and make some more
Take a tour
Of this life I haven't ever lived before
Count it up
Run it up
Stack it up
Double up my cup
Bottoms up
It's my time
To come up

factual
I gave a damn, gave a few years
Y'all gave up made it real clear
You dont know a good thing until it's gone
We dont belong here
While im passing by

better than fine
Taking off like the Rockets in '94-95
With Big Shot Bob, The Dream and Clyde the Glide
We the real wave and now it's a high tide
Said

on embargoes 
These label parties, our union could start a movement 
More Bob Moses than Martin Luther
I been to the places that y’all posing and it’s not

side
We doing better than fine
Taking off like the Rockets in '94-95
With Big Shot Bob, The Dream and Clyde the Glide
We the real wave and now it's

thanks I get?
You my son, you should thank my dick
You take my shit, flip it around
And now you think you sick?
I guess you think you Cas
But I think you

Dadda Trap Scholar, Don Dadda Trap Scholar

flip it stack it, stash the profit (flip it stack it aye)

She give me that head but ain't no pillow talking

to the mansion she relaxing by the pool
She bout that action when I was trappin' y'all never knew
Wasn't nothing in my bag
Don't bring it to class don't bring it

the streets, and I don't need the feds at all.
She sucking dick like it's religion. She worships these niggas take that to the synagogue.
It's crazy how you hit

texts from you saying how deep you can take it

(Can ya take it deep)

vids of you jump roping butt booty naked

(Lemme see it bounce)

Pics of you sexy

better have some cash to take it's place
Sweet talk comes easy
And you know sometimes sweet talk gets you by
But love is a five letter word
It's simply

your anger
By maybe making a song
Maybe life is long so take a rip of the bong
It's easy to forget who you are
When there's no cause in your favor

Now It's On

Tech N9ne

The Calm Before the Storm

1999

dances
What is in my hands will take yo last glances

Fuckin' wit a technicality, that's what it gotta be
Nigga sittin' on the side of me
My mentality

This shit's not easy but I make it look like it is
Half of the people trying to step into the industry
Don't even know the side of the of bis
I told

HonestB...
Money ain't the only motivation
I done sent some prayers that were carried by some angels
Send it to the savior that put me inside

muscles ache to leave
It's alright, so easy
There's more in life to see
She'll do it
She's gotta do it
She stares in quiet by the door
Gathers up energy
She