ALWAYS STRAPPED 

Songwriters: Carter, Dwayne; James, Laron Louis;I'm always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Yezziirr

Check me out, look
26 inches, bitch I'm sittin' crooked
Old school Chevy, faster than the silver bullet
Strawberry paint, seats vanilla puddin'
2 bitches, gon' and eat each other's pussy

Top chopped sent da car to the barbershop
My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot
I'm so unorthodox, I got your bitch
Ridin' my dick wit no shocks
(Bounce bitch, bounce, bounce)

I'm the hottest shit jumping out the coffee pot
Man, I'm just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot
Lil' kush make my eyes and my shoulders drop
Lil' syrup and I can make a soda pop

Keep talkin' 'n' I can make my soldiers pop
Real niggaz wit me ridin' till the motor stop
I got these hoes straight livin' out the soap op
I got a couple like a coke top
Okay

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me dap, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back

Yeah shorty, the last MOB
Flying in the Bugati with a coolin' on the seat
Put the K in the car while we ridin' blazed
Put the chopper on the pussy in the driveway
Bet the house on the youngen 'n' we got paid
Triple colors on the bikes 'n' the new Mercedes

Bustin' keys on they ass while we got paid
But my tens ridin' hot to an open bay
Uptown made man out the hard way
Crap in the bucket 50 shots bitch make a way
I thought they knew shorty
Like father like son

Ball till' ya fall stuntin' with them paper plates
Throwin' hundreds on them hoes while we eatin' stakes
We in the club poppin' bottles like 'erday
We grind for the shine nigga gettin' big money

Got a fleet tossin' chicken nigga get cake
I'm on his island with this power like Scarface
I'm in the Impala dropped top chawwnky
Ice man, Birdman, rockin' red monkeys
All ready nigga, neighborhood superstars
All we gon' ball till we fall bitch

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back

AMAZING LOVE 

Got me a caddy and a trunk full of luggage in december, december
If it go through trial ill be missing every christmas like forever, forever
Lets go!
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But she call and I can't stop from pickin up the phone
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Oooooo the love
ooooooo you know
and you know
Feel like flowers in the morning after very bad weather
Out my mind all the time but the sign said take a new direction, direction
Let's go!
Sometimes I feel like givin up, NOOOO
Then she fall and I can't stop from pickin up Ooo
Because!
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Oooooo the love
ooooooooo You know
and you know
(Gudda gudda)
Give it to me
(Wayne)
Uhhh Muhla baby
Muhla baby
(Gudda gudda)
They say she bad for a nigga and I know it
but it seem like I can't keep my mind off her
and she a bad mothafucka when she make that kitty purr
and that ass real soft like fur
word I'm trippin
no suitcase no luggage
goin back in forth like Aaliyah I'm buggin
her good love got me runnin back
but she give me head, make my eyes roll back
Gotta kick it like a bad habit
yeah I'm addicted i'm her addict
try to make a left turn, gotta go another route
but I make a U-turn now im back in front her house
Yeah all my niggas say I'm crazy, I might be crazy but she's amazing
Yeah all my niggas say I'm crazy, I might be crazy but she's amazing
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love

AMEN 

[Verse1: Lil Wanye]
Gangsta Grillz ya bastards!

There's a couple married bitches in the building
Fucked them!
I get that ? I get that pussy
Nothing
I see you niggas got no life.. Sixth Sense
She said she wanna fuck my brains out
But she gonna have to suck this dick first! Preach!
She sat on my dick, she sat on my face
I told that bitch she got good seats
Man, these niggas softer than fleece
2-D niggas, and they obliques
You talked that shit, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep
Bitch you know the motto!
It's Young Money over hoes
Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinnochio
Gettin' to the money, now the money getting to me
She say vert-dick is hung like a jury
I'm on the track: DOA
Some of these niggas be DEA
Money tall: NBA
Broke niggas: SMA
Hit em like Canseco
But she be like 'No way Jose!'
I got all that white
What you call that? OKKK!
Every night I go hard
She like me like Boston George
She like it in her ass, mouth and pussy
3 car garage!
These niggas is false alarms
They don't mean no fuckin harm
Hey baby let's make a porn!
Ba-bum! Devil horns
You know that I ain't got no ceilings
The money changed me, I'm making chameleons
Only God can judge me, can't appeal it
In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Amen!
Tell them alphabet boys it's a 'G' thing
I've got a street sweeper.. do you need your street cleaned?
Young Money bitch! We colder than a ski team
Red beam, if you scared, mufucka go to church!
Preach! Security breach
I'm on that grass harder than cleats
I'm on that gas, y'all on E
Nigga my cash out of your reach
I run shit like the reverend
She get on her knees for this dick
Then swallow all of them blessings
Church!

[Verse2: Boo]
Just a way of life

Brought my mama a crib
Brought my daddy a car
Let him go free Tune
Now they think I'm a star
Damn I love this life wouldn't trade it for nothing
Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain't standing for nothing
I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talking
Plus these bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune
In the Chi we say church when the pussy gets purchase
Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous
Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as fuck
I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up
Swag so dope you probably think I'm dealing
And I only give head if baby girl swallow children
Boo ain't got a ghost and bitches still be catch the holy ghost
She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose
Pimpin' so cold put that on my overcoat
Only ride foreign
We don't do 100 spokes
When broke niggas talk that's 100 jokes
Ha Laughing at you fuck boys
Skate gear I'm a truck boy
On my truck right I don't give a fuck boy

AMERICAN DREAM 

[Verse 1]
Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all y'all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all
Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click clack pow pow

[Mike Tyson talking]

Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all y'all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all

Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all y'all

Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all y'all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all
Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches


I'm the green machine I mean king vision
I can see through yo' scene like clear screen, hear me?
To a lion you are just deer meat
Fear God fear me ser-ious us
P.E. YM them try them and die when I say so
Weezy F. hardful red go like Prego
It's all gravy tryna build like Legos
Betta "Let Go My Ego!" with some breakfast on the table
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya hommie too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit
And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a marksmen too
And you're the target
Oops!
And everything gets better in time and time is forever
And muthafucka it's my time and I'm better

[Mike Tyson talking]

[Verse 2]
Hoe I go so hard
I'm so gone my I.D. is a postcard
I travel like B-ball with no calls
I play my roll and listen out for the roll ball
This is a movie and every movie must go off
But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say what up Blood!
What da lick Reid!?
Five star general and the six speed
Still hood like thick cheese bitch please
Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze
Bullets that a trim trees
Simply shoot yours empty if be turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese
Folla me! Folla me!
Fuck around and see a whole notha side of me
I separate yo' body with them hollow tips biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom with a mask on
Pistol to yo' head while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton Manning offense Singletary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit
That is how I keeps it rest in piece beats it
I do it how I do it cuz I know my nigga see me
And I'ma hold it down bitch yeah that crown fit
The boy got a flow that you can drown in
When you in the water watch them sharks, when you in the water watch dat salt
Young Carter no floss that was so raw ah

[Mike Tyson talking]

[Verse 3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' right I'm a monster
Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers I'll sign ya
Mortal Kombat Street Fightin' like E. Honda
Murk ya and da dummie dat signed ya what's reallly
Fireman spit gasoline on ya contract
Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a batch of bitches
Y'all niggas act like a bunch of bitches
Blood bitches leave you in a tub of blood
Bitches young niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' window with scud missles Young Carter
Big nuts and they hung farther than ya father's
Uhahaha!

ANNE

Featuring: Lil' Wayne, Swizz Beatz

dear Anne my number one fan
i write with the lights on the mantle of my night stand
with a pen in my right hand and that's also my mic hand
codeine in the sprite can ink on my white pad

ARMY GUNS 

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Like father like son

Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game

Okay, I'm outcha, you *** done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries, pardon me
But them n****** won't touch not a part of me, bet on it
Them n****** belong in a sorority, ain't that a ***

Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop f****** with them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block with that beretta and hop out and let her rip

Let her bang, let her bust etcetera, etcetera
You n****** is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come, got her done, never caught without one
N****** wanna ball, so I guess I gotta bounce 'em

Smokin' on a ounce of that s*** from the mountains
People say I need to stop, no I need a counselor
And I'm here you are gonna need a chopper
And I'ma need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)

Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game

Yeah, get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
N****** ain't f***** with the boy them *** softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy, yes I walk with the maggy
I tell him park in a alley and leave 'em parked in the alley

N****** talkin' about me but they ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me, then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is ***, *** you better make ya words strong
'Cause the s*** gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone

What they do I got a chopper in the uhaul
Make a real *** bring it back to '92 dog
Bring his *** to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim with them concrete shoes on

I got the gun right beside me, who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come ***, you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gangsta party ***
Why? Because

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)

Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game

Yeah, thirty shots in the clip n****** let's trip
Line 'em up, put 'em down on the guest list
These *** 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'ma take the s*** as far as it can go

War is the answer if ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole, *** seem plenty bold
Pull that *** out alright, don't make me get my fishin' pole

Them n****** hoes really doe
I would swing down there with any o forty-fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me

Make a n**** have to come back like wit' the smack
Thomas *** I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest *** I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Why? Because

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Like father like son ***

Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game

I got 'em

ASK THEM HOES 


Yea
My type of shit
See!!
When i do what i do i do it
I said when i do what i do i do it
Dat right

[verse 1:]
See she all on my dick cause i make alot of money,
But i unno why cause she gets none,
(bring it back)...all on my dick cause i make alot of money
But i unno why cause she gets none from me
She only get dick way down in her tummy,
N she tell all of her friends now her friends wanna,
(bring it back)...only get dick way down in her tummy,
And she tell all of her friends now her friends wanna fuck me
Im lookin in the mirror and i see a dollar sign
I had a cat scan and i had money on my mind
I tell a bitch go and get my name on ya spine
So i can fell good when im hitting it from behind
Im crack rock fresh baby im that boy
Yea put me in a pot and
Watch i come back hard
Yea put me on that block
And watch i come back rich
Now she done put me in that pussy
She aint came back since

[chorus:]
Ask dem hoes, yea ask dem hoes,
Ask dem hoes about me, ask dem hoes,
Uh huh yea ask dem hoes,
Ask dem hoes about me

[hook:]
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes

[verse 2:]
Hat to the side
Rims on the ride
It cant fit in my pocket and i dont have,
(hold up)...hat to the side
Rims on the ride
It cant fit in my pocket and i dont have to cock
It scarface bitch cocaine by the pie
Got them hoes sniffin like dem hoes bout to (hold up)...
Scarface bitch cocaine by the pie
Got them hoes sniffin like dem hoes bout to cry
Ms myspace dont blow my high
I download hard dick to your hard drive
Den she got on her knees thats when we locked eyes
She caught it like it was a routine popped fly
Im dope boy fresh new jeans new everything
Dem bitches want me like a wedding ring
I told her dat im married to the money
Committed to the cash all i see is pussy, titties, and the ass

[chorus:]
Ask dem hoes, yea ask dem hoes,
What to do
Ask dem hoes about me,
Ask dem hoes, uh huh yea ask dem hoes
What to do
Ask dem hoes about me

[hook:]
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes

[verse 3:]
Call me weezy f. bitch im straight
From the street the dope game is sour
And the dope is sweet i live in the tower
Got a scope on the heat
Hit you from 100 feet
We dont even have to meet
Ya bitch love me we dont even have to meet
But if i run into her believe me i will (hold on)...
Ya bitch love me we dont even have to meet
But if i run into her believe me i will do her
And if that bitch bitch is crazy
Believe me i will sue her
Got some hungry ass lawyers
That would eat her up and chew her
I dont know why you love her
I wish i never knew her
She only give me brain
She was just another tutor
She blow my whole band
I was just another tuba
Now get off my dick
And get lost in aruba
Its money over bitches
Cash money over bitches
Young money over bitches
Get money from them bitches
I do!

[chorus:]
Ask dem hoes, yea ask dem,
Ask dem hoes about me, ask dem hoes,
Uh huh yea ask dem hoes, ask dem
Hoes about me

[hook:]
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes...

BACK ON MY GRIZZY 


Bitch im back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
Two tables and a mic,
Tell the Dj run it back,

Bitch im back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
If you fuck wit Younh Money,
Yougn Money where you at?,
Like the energizer bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that drummer keep drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat,
Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum,
Im so young but im a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
Just bought a new crib, And insides so dumb,
Got some money put away, incase the hurricane come,
Im a fuckin shame huh? yea i know yea i know,
I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes,
And i go out my way just to get my dro and my doe,
Cause, I love it more than i do my hoes yes i doess,
I got gasoline comin out my pours,
Imma torch,
I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch,
And a porshe,
I got license for tha scortch,
Snipers at your porch,
Rifles by the forts,
And we shoot up courts,
The judge juss a bitch,
The jury suck dick,
Im a eastside blood,
And i dont smoke that crip,
I smoke that kutch,
First name Bubba,
First names Young,
Last name Stunna,
Carter in the office,
Take notes when im talkin,
Smooth as a cruz boat floats when im walkin,
I boast cause im ballin,
I boast to be ballin,
When im on the phone wit bitches man the money keep callin,
You aint satisfied till ya son'll be callin,
Tellin you where to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna zombie mover instead,
Thats when you walk in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a shit where i stand,
Where i stand...and watch you pussies piss in ya pants,
You aint a man your a hoe,
I can kill him with the flow,
And then play the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big guns so they drinkin big shots,
And my gam go Saddam Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain call me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i dont know karate, but after the brain, i kick you out,
You niggas suck like tony romo, no homo,
And im all about my money, i get paid for promo yeaa,
Im the man in this bitch, they say money talks wel..
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i ever jump, il prolly land in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe colder than my hand and my wrist,
Boy im more cooler than a fan and a mint,
And when im done this track we'll need a couple bandages,
I be wit savages and im above average,
Im a crazy ass star like a fuckin asterick,
You niggas cant see me, im on my casper shit,
Runnin so much game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
If love like a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna score like Deion after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin after dick,
And when my roll came down guess whut i did after it,
I popped and took some patrone shots,
I pop popped and took some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it , we chop chop,
Leave ya back on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there aint no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got that dro, i got them pills, i got that yay,
Give it to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away...

BANG BANG 

(LiL Wayne)
shooting till my motherf**kin hand fall off
the trackstars the gun shot ran yall off
i pop like a soda watch the can fall off
i can kill yall and yall boss
shotguns handguns louder than a band drum
you f**kin with the drum age or let me play you the anthem
bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal
i say bang bang bitch i make you feel every letter
B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G.
we spray then leave
we play when we no
we play N.E.
V.E.R. C.P.R.
Doctor Carter are you the d.z's boy
young money motherf**ka deez theez boyz
bitches you crazy
weez retardz
watch nina, mack and tommy have a brief meenar
like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah
soulja boy on the beat
but you can call me chef boyardee
cause ima heat this shit
and ima eat this shit
planet earth is my toilet your beneath this shit
then i flush and whipe my ass
guns slinger like a pass
i cock back and throw a bomb now hailmary
your tailfary farytale very frail
and yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail
let em sail up the river with that hoe shit
or leave em face down in the f**kin ocean
i aint on no other shit bitch im on some more shit
that hello how you doing i am at your front door shit
that aww naw he got a gun oh shit ..shit...shit

(Jae Millz)
Ok, Its young money what you know about it,
the semi-auto will rip open your body and tear the sould out it,
and all that frontin' shit n**ga i don't know bout it,
call me master j, bitch i'm so bout it,
even my hoe bout it, and don't doubt it,
cuz we both would be angelina and brad'n,
spazzin and blastlin, blastin and rattitatin,
and nah i don't cook but like potatoes ill mash em,
i dont give a f*** about your money or your fashion,
shots through the window where your brand new assed(?),
you get out try to run now your chest where them bullets crashin, pawn box n***as no crutches no casts,
no wheel chair just the two door long black wagon
flowers on the side and four wheels to steer,
i ain't never scared, and i ain't never care,
so f*ck what they doin over there i'm doin me here,
your nothin like me f**k boy don't be outlandish
we gorrilas in the mist yall just some kung fu pandas,
sweet liek fantas, my blood is the same as bruce banner
he record on the camera mother**** all the bullshit and
antics, they sayin he ain't gotta get a clearance for wayne, thats a disadvantage, being broke is a foreign
language to me for me like spanish music we direct thrillers, call me john landis.

BANNED FROM TV 

[Lil Wayne]
Ayo, itÂ?s Weezy muthaf-cking, easy with the hating
B-tch IÂ?m in the building you just decorating
IÂ?m just detonating
Then I get blatant
More dangerous than internet dating
Scoob got the cameras on so I got to show off
I put your sister on, I knock your bro off
We just spit snowballs catch it in your face b-tch
Good game Wayne mayne I deserve a naysmith,
Cook game gain flow dope in the vein flow
IÂ?ll only be smoking the purple out the rainbow
Stronger than Draino, your boyfriend a lame-o
And if you stay wit em then yÂ?all in the same boat
Deep water Carter fishin for a dollar
You can join the salad and IÂ?m splitting your tomato
Ball cuz i gotta
YouÂ?ll love me in the mornin
I told her Imma king, them other niggas Prince Charming
She love to rock the mic she say thats nothing like performin
Man Im in love with her grill George Foreman
Forewarning Young MoneyÂ?s on
And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn
yeah, take that to the bank with ya
I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures
Smoke weed talk sh-t like Lane Kiffin
Whole country in recession but Wayne different
huh, and IÂ?m a Maybach rider, havenÂ?t drove it one time I got a cool black driver
Cant walk around with guns i got a do that got em
DonÂ?t worry if Im shootin as long as you get shot
Imma beast, Imma pitbull
I get my ass kissed, I get my d-ck pulled
Imma beast
Imma big wolf
I got my money right, I got my clip full
haha, itÂ?s like 7 in the mornin n-gga
IÂ?m up for whoever the opponent n-gga
Stop the track, let me relish in a moment n-gga
Now bring that mutha f-cker back cuz IÂ?m zonin n-gga
I go hard like Rafael Nadal
And if the b-tches were havin it, I bet we have them all
And man Im so high its like an ever-lasting fall
And IÂ?m chargin these hoes like women basketball
Uh, i bet that chopper get his mind right
Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite
Super hero call like a crime fight
I see big cheese, you n-ggas blind mice
T-Streets still roll with me
Still stickin to the script like Nicole Kidman
Need the man hit, We are those hitmen
He stopped runnin, the bullet holes didnÂ?t
uh, Basically, IÂ?m still a monster
Till the fat lady sings I come to kill the Opera
Yall too plain, Imma helicopter
My words keep goin like a teleprompter
IÂ?m a asshole, wipe me down b-tch
I get big checks, Nike Town b-tch
Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown sh-t
And the flag red like clown lips,
uh, TI canÂ?t stop goin
Dropped my best sh-t like the Cowboys dropped Owens
IÂ?m the best to ever do it mutha f-cker I know it
No Ceilings Got Dammit now the f-ckin SkyÂ?s showin uhh!