WORLD OF FANTASY 


Yeah...
 Empire...
 Lil Wayne...
 Question...
 Cash Money...(Three)
 Dope Supply
 
[Chorus]
 Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
 His Back agaist the wal
 (Cut the music up in my phones)
 Living in a World a Fantasy
(Living in a World a Fantasy)
 Perfect
 His back against the wall
 (yeah)
 
[Verse 1]
 Yeah Straight off the corner Apple and Eagle
 Brave hard bitch like the times Im medieval
 Married to the block, Divorce the Cathedral
 Standin on the corner selling Porcelean to People
 Forced into evil, Its all in your head
 It's also cerebral, call me Canival
 You follow when i lead you
 Straight to the needle
The barrel, the battle, the beetles will eat you
 Mama named Cita, I love You Cita
 Member when your pussy Second husband used to beat ya
 Remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleever
 He aint give a f**k i aint give a f**k neither
 He could see the devil, see the devil in my features
 You could smell the ether
 You can see Cita
 You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features
 I am her voice and the World is my speaker
 Im speakin
 
[Chorus]
 Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
 His back agaisnt the wall
 Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
 His back agaisnt the wall
 
[Verse 2]
 With my spine up agaist these
 Tagged up brick walls
 Fliip grams, quick hands, Quicksand Pitfalls
 Big Balls intact, through error Syntac's
 
That Stormy Whether where the Trees dont bend back
 Left home at 16
 I aint never been back
 When it come to being broke i say i never been flat
 I punk ass bitch i aint never been that
 Reminisce how Daddy cuaghta "slitch" in his lap
 IN his newport box with only one stick left
 Snort heroin then he'd shove me in the chest
 Used to really believe, I never be the best
 Hell must be on my shoulders Cuz the devil seent the rest
 Right on it through his binge's and
 Then poisinous Syringe's
 Beaten on my mama kicked the doors of the hinges
 I wish i was old enough to stop him when he did it
 So long agao but even I cant forget it
So listen
 
[Chorus]
 Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
 His back agaisnt the wall
 Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
 His back agaisnt the wall
 
[Verse 3]
 Demonic in my presence
 Street corner like a reverend
 Tryna find the change, Shining lightining like im in heaven
 Triple seven, Triple Six
 Trebulations, Triple trip
 Triple grip, triple spitiin' like a had a trple lip
 Lets make simple sense of the main difference
 Angel if Death's Wing gotta s sinner in a Clench
 Revolver in my fist, Earthworm to a fish
 Bait on the line watch me cath them with this
 Hope flound compound off round White rock
 Ballin like Earl man i go in his high tops
 Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops
 Left for dead and it aint even my block
 Think of my pops, thinkin of my moms
 Rather be just blazin listenin to Saigon
 Cuz when u think up, God strikes you down
 Body full of current lightenining never hit the ground
 
[Chorus]
 Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
 His back agaisnt the wall
 Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
 His back agaisnt the wall
 

WORRY ME 


[Hook]
 You gotta walk like a (soldier)
 Talk like a (stunna)
 Move like a (player)
 And get it like a (hustler)
 You gotta walk like a (soldier)
 Talk like a (stunna)
 Move like a (player)
 And get it like a (hustler)
 Because I won't let y'all worry me
 I got something chrome that I carry with me
 It's Young Weezy Wee y'all ain't scaring me
 I'm the seventeen don till they bury me
 
[Verse 1]
 Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay
 I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay
 I'm so fly I'm the Birdman Jaya
 Stunting in the gray uh
 Shortie play your player
 Slick clean hey ya
 Fifteen riding with me spray ya
 You don't want no drama with me play fa
 Keep low or it's murda she wrote pussy nigga
 I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking
 Plus my late pops still looking
 Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp
 Think it's all big fish I don ate the shrimp
 Roll out with the hood cuz I'm so damn street
 I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me
 And that's how Weezy Wee be
 And y'all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
 
[Hook]
 
[Verse 2]
 I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo
 Knowing on my waist is the sizzo
 Wheezy so hot glock ten and a pistol
 Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil
 Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential
 I stick to my mental
 Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple
 Forget I'm getting rich for a cent
 Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip you
 90 on the highway seeing what the whip do
 Cops get behind me they want see the whip too
 S-Q professor C-M-B alumni
 Everybody else fails except the young guy
 Don't worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine
 Got the biggest nuts up in here nigga I swung mine
 The streets taught me never to fear nigga I run mine
 I can't lose cuz I won mine
 Now run yourself
 
[Hook]
 
[Verse 3]
 I got five drinks with me
 And there be four chunks of dro up in my lung pipe
 Three guns
 Two bitches
 And all I need is one knife
 And I bet you don't like
 C'mon we only get one life
 And if it's done right
 Freak a nigga might wife her
 You know S-Q galore low chop three striper
 I'm just trying to keep paper
 Please, don't be a hater cuz he'll take ya Weeze
 Don't be a major cuz he greater
 Cheese gon feed Nate
 Brother it's keys or emceeing
 And I'm a C-O-A cuz I can move yay
 Like you never thought hard or soft like a duck
 And y'all don't starve me
 That shit could be bad for your heartbeat
 Cash'll get you snatched in a heartbeat
 Mash in a mad dash in a Cadillac with the alligator dashboard
 Damn whore
 Yeah I know
 
[Hook]
 

YEAH 

[Intro]
 Ay say what’s hapnin World
 F.Y.I., man I just left Rickers island man you know what i’m sayin’
 Seeing my n-gga lil wayne and he say man don’t worry bout him
 He still doin’ better than you suckas you know what i’m sayin’
 That’s for those of you who care and for those of you who don’t
 F-ck you n-gga
 
[Chorus: T.I.]
 All the whips on 4’s
 And my wrist so froze
 Aint no problem with these hoes
 They don’t never say no
 All they sayin’
 YEAH
 I keep ‘em sayin’
 YEAH
 Hey they be sayin’
 YEAH
 We got ‘em sayin’
 YEAH
 And all my clicks so cold
 And my pockets so swole
 And we bet a hundred more
 I don’t never say no
 All I say is
 YEAH
 Say bet i’m sayin’
 YEAH
 Say what i’m sayin’
 YEAH
 You know i’m sayin’
 YEAH
 
[Verse 1: T.I.]
 I’m ridin’ through the city blowin’ purple on a saturday
 See the APTP when you got to put the gat away
 See them nigga comin’ let it blow like Donald Hathaway
 In the SLR’s all the doors open that way
 Supermodel, movie star, the stripper, brawds after me
 N-gga try to battle me but all they do is rattle me
 I ask them man what happenin’ i’m laughin while they chattering
 I’m bustin’ they be scattering you know you lookin’ at a king
 Superclean in a new drop stuntin’
 N-gga talk sh-t but it ain’t bout nothin’
 You’ll get your ass kicked if your mouth keep runnin’
 Keep talk slick bout the sound we comin’
 Say what u want but this is how we run it
 N-ggas still tryna ball out we done it
 My wrist so bright and my neck so shiny
 When I tell her lets go she dont back up from me
 
[Chorus: T.I.]
 All the whips on 4’s
 And my wrist so froze
 Aint no problem with these hoes
 They don’t never say no
 All they sayin’
 YEAH
 I keep ‘em sayin’
 YEAH
 Hey they be sayin’
 YEAH
 We got ‘em sayin’
 YEAH
 And all my clicks so cold
 And my pockets so swole
 And we bet a hundred more
 I don’t never say no
 All I say is
 YEAH
 Say bet i’m sayin’
 YEAH
 Say what i’m sayin’
 YEAH
 You know i’m sayin’
 YEAH
 
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
 Yeah, i’m me like a motherf-cker
 Flyer than a vampire lookin’ for a blood sucker
 I keep these hoes on E like a four runner
 Man I could throw a 100 g’s till my stone runner
 Get a couple of philly’s and some waters for these hoes stomach
 I keep ‘em rollin like no brakes up in that four runner
 I don’t stop i’m on the clock like the smallest hands
 They look for me I move the bass up out that marching band
 That ain’t a coffee can, n-gga that 400 grands
 I keep the block jumpin’, just call me bunny man
 T make a blunt look like a arm without a f-ckin’ hand
 T break a pound straight down like a bucket man
 You could get it harder or get it lighter than a summer tan
 The section leader over the stove like a drummer man
 B-R-R-At-At-Tat, whip it up just like that
 But if a n-gga f-ck with me wrong then its B-R-R-At-At-At-Tat
 
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
 I like my whip so old
 And my top better fold
 And I party with these hoes
 They don’t never say no
 All I say is
 YEAH
 I keep ‘em sayin’
 YEAH
 You know they sayin’
 YEAH
 Ya digg
 You know my click so bold
 All of ‘em don’t slow
 N-ggas shot never broke
 They don’t never say no
 You need that work
 YEAH
 We got that work
 YEAH
 You need that work
 YEAH
 We got that work
 Ya digg
 
[Verse 3: T.I. & Lil Wayne]
 I’m in a drop 6,4 low low
 When a hoe get hit no slow mo
 5 mil on the tour no promo
 I’m at the p-ssy n-ggas house no homo
 No homo, they slut like Tony Romo
 So f-ck them and f-ck you too now go tell that to bono
 They hoes know she loves when I shoot my two
 22’s on the coupe I cruise
 Sucka n-ggas tryna my mood
 They do what they can I do what I choose
 I get these hoes the blues
 Just call me BB King
 If they can’t feel the monster
 How can they see the King
 
[Chorus: T.I.]
 All the whips on 4’s
 And my wrist so froze
 Aint no problem with these hoes
 They don’t never say no
 All they sayin’
 YEAH
 I keep ‘em sayin’
 YEAH
 Hey they be sayin’
 YEAH
 We got ‘em sayin’
 YEAH
 And all my clicks so cold
 And my pockets so swole
 And we bet a hundred more
 I don’t never say no
 All I say is
 YEAH
 Say bet i’m sayin’
 YEAH
 Say what i’m sayin’
 YEAH
 You know i’m sayin’
 YEAH

YM BANGER 

(Gudda Gudda)

Gudda
Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial I'm all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The simple Mathematics
You cut the check and I rake in the green, like I'm rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near feint when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the first name Aston
Potato head niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin'
Think you fucking with me put your cash in
Nah I doubt it
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers
This rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown back in it
Hollygrove Black menace
Black clothes, Black tennis
Black semi,
I've never sat in Hemi
That would offend me
Try Maybach or Maybach
Bitch I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on Paychecks
And I still want payback
And I still don't play that
I kill on ASAP
And you don't do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want drama I'm honoured
I blitz your ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a whole bunch of comma's
Still wear red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to make homies
She made me to make history
So doing that's my Extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll slap ya straight
Yeah, I'm a Big Joker so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but it's my casino
Pretend that your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying with it
I'm so harlem, eating but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all they do is eat margarine
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the flow-flllloooooow
Say,Put the flow in the pot
Crank up the notch
Burn the song from a Stove-Top
It's finger licking hot
His pitch flip cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was soft
Niggas cotton balled
She dropped drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it done
The rocky shit that we up on
Shittin on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait they say money talks
And, man you don't speak at all
You shop at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, like using analogues
I wreck shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flame flicker
I melt pictures
Tyga skin aint drippin'

YM SALUTE 

[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]
 Better strap up your boots
 Beofre they start to shoot
 Than do it for the troops
 It’s young money salute
 It’s young money salute
 
[Lil Twist]
 Yeah, uh
 So sick with the flow
 Yeah your cowboys know that Lil Twist
 Been a pro way before Romo or T.O
 No wetting cowboys to a piston
 A.I no wallace your kids getting demolished
 I’m booking on your suckers like Im just leaving college
 But smart, very smart, too smart for ya knowledge
 Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius
 It’s YME nothing gets inbetween us
 
[Lil Chuckee]
 Tell Wayne I’m going in like somebody bout to bury me
 In this rap game nobody could ever bury me
 Thats why you see me on stage rocking with young money
 I told my team I got us man it’s all on me
 Like volume 2 BG I got my crew with me
 Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki
 Everytime I’m on the track it’s ransom
 Can’t find us anymore it’s random
 When Young Money come through you better salute us
 
[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]
 
[Jae Millz]
 Hey I solomly swear if it ever go down
 You aint never gotta call me cause I’mma be there
 Lets get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shelltoes
 Strapped like velcrow and this we running hell no
 And truthfully, aiming for number one oh do we
 You ask why I reply cause nobody remember 2 or 3
 Cross YM and the hem will make a movie
 We all we can be, respect the army and salute we
 
[Gudda Gudda]
 Yeah, Young money army we marching
 We coming forward no warning
 We got these boys running like Forest
 So salute me like a general
 First place never last
 Always on top and I’m a cheif like a seminol
 Got the game in strangle hold no letting up
 You can get the top, ya can pop like 7 Up
 Knock knock let us up, young money applaud me
 And we’ll take the game out your hands like a joy stick
 
[Nicki Minaj]
 I’mma need my badges and my ribbons
 Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn’t given
 Everything that I’ve given, I swear I’ll never give in
 Just look at what I’ve been in and this is just the beginning
 I d-d-d-d-do it cause I did it for my ballerina girls
 Blowing kisses to the soldiers I am Marilyn Monroe
 But we shoot shoot shoot em up, camoflauge me,
 Cuz young money is the Navy better yet the Army
 
[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Commander in chief
 One hand on the World, one hand on the brief
 I stand on the World, b-tch I stand on the peak
 Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now thats G
 Don’t ask me about sh-t but money
 F-ckin’ right my money long I got that 10ft money
 I get it fast when I get to the money
 When I walk, it sounds like 10 foots running
 I meant feet, I’m in deep like wet p-ssy
 I’m a purple heart proven war vet rookie
 You can’t even sit next to me
 Now bring money or death to me.. or don’t step to me
 Now don’t step n-gga, march with me
 To the steps of the court building
 Like ain’t we God’s children
 I know at all times God’s feel me
 So I play my part until the war kill me
 Salute.. or.. shoot!

YOU AIN'T GOT NUTHIN' 

(feat. Fabolous, Juelz Santana)
 
[Fabolous]
 [Talking at start of the verse]
 Yess! What it look like Alc, tryin to show the niggas man
 It's that Street Fam man, we rep that
 Loso, Street fi-di-di-di-dam yess!
 
I'm with (101) niggas, we (dalmation doggy) b (yess)
 And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy leap (come on)
 Kermit, you better think before you ribbit
 Don't get murdered over your song, before you ad-lib it
 I pop up like (Xzibit), but given I'm at your crib it's (yeah)
 Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (nah)
 Fuck getting your (ride pimped), you'll get hog-tied wimp
 Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (ha ha ha)
 It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (what you think?)
 'Cause your boy just stay above the game
 They trying to tag him, spray a brother frame
 But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim
 Go 'head nigga, say another name (go 'head, go 'head)
 Take this family for a joke, play them (Wayan brother) games
 And (Ima Git You Sucka), I be schemin' with this (Keenan) (that's right)
 Aimin with this (Damon), I'm putting that (Major Payne) in
 My lil' man is on ya, (Marlon and Shawn) ya (yeah)
 Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lesagne (whoo!)
 40. Cal fettuccine, trey pound pasta
 You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian nigga
 You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (yess)
 I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (yess)
 The drop top, they say it's (Ocean Drive) inspired
 So you can (Call A Cab), once your bitch falls for Fab
 
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
 Uhh, I get money like a muhfucker
 Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
 I got everything, you got nothing
 But you ain't got nothing on me
 Oww I'm gettin money like a muhfucka
 Yeeaah, money you ain't never see
 Yeeaah, I got everything, you got nothing
 But you ain't got nothing on me
 
[Juelz Santana]
 [Talking at start of the verse overlapping chorus]
 Mr. HD, high definition
 That's how I'm comin' at you niggas ya digg
 It's Santana Ay! Hahaa
 
I'm on the grind 'til the police come (yeah)
 With that pistol on my side boy, don't be dumb
 Or, I let that semi twirl ya (get 'em)
 Now you can follow the drip
 'Cause one shot outta the clip'll jerry curl ya (oooh)
 Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants
 Or get opened up like presents, please
 My young boys wildin for respect
 Slit your throat have you smiling with your neck, say cheese
 My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter (yep)
 My wrist look like fro-zen polar spring water (damn!)
 So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you think you messing with? (who)
 I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (eeuw)
 Haven't you all heard? (what?) Y'all all herbs (yep)
 I stick toothpicks (where) in y'all hors d'oeuvres
 (Listen) I'm a shark y'all just koi fish
 (What else?) octopus (what else?) oysters (haa)
 Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now (yeah)
 I have her lick me up, (up) and then wipe me down (down)
 She told me youse a nag, youse a bug (damn)
 She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (damn)
 She told me you be be beasting, you be checking for the burns
 So I gave her knee-pads for the rug (haa)
 It's skull gang from the chain or the lifestyle
 You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally
 
[Chorus]
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Uh huh uh huh uh huh, check me out
 
Get you 3,4 get you
 Like the number after 1, I'ma get me 2
 It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby
My money don't folds nor bends
 Mercedes Maybach, grey-black
 And I got a 44. and a 'K, like 8 stacks
 Fuck your city and your town, I state facts
 Take that, no better yet like Diddy "take that"
 Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax
 Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen
 Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don
 And after mine there will be nine, damn I mean there will be none
 I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt, you've ever seen
 Or heard, Car-ter, hov-er, y'all scared, not me
 Not I, call me young Popeye
 Tell Bruno I'm a noo-no, I bring ral to your fune
 Damn I mean funeral, funeral
 You say tomato, I say tomato
 You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em
 Man you better keep paying me, 'cause you don't want my problems
 I be wildin like (Capital One "What is in your wallet?")
 You fly, but what is it to pilot?
 Weezy I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom
 Huuh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass
 I kick that shit, now go'n put it in the trash
 
[Chorus w/ variations to fade]
 

YOU THE SHIT 

Show em what you got baby
 Show em you the shit
 Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, believe that
 F*ck these other bitches don’t trip
 You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
 
I know you hustle baby I ain't gotta tell ya
 You can give it everything but they take it if you let em
 But, bills don’t stop so you keep the money coming
 Cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin
 The way you move you’re body girl you know your gonna get it
 How the f*ck you else you going where the shoe ain’t fitted
 Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver
 Throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later
 
[Hook]
 Show em what you got baby
 Show em you the shit
 Go on throw it to the wall, something gonna stick, believe that
 F*ck these other bitches, don’t trip
 You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
 
Goin pick up all this money, I know you don’t mind
 Go on take it to the back and count every single dime
 
Show em what you got baby
 Show em you the shit
 Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna give
 
With your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower
 So when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder
 Cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider
 You in it for the commission
 Every muthaf*cking dollar
 
The way that body movin’ it’s hard to understand
 You aint never been a bitch to execute without the plan
 I ain't never seen a mark supplier without demand
 And f*ck credit baby tell em broke n*ggas stop playing
 
Gun snooze off, just take them shoes off
 Let me get that all, that body so soft
 Cause you know it’s gon count baby if you gon give it
 And know it aint a life if you don’t live it, baby
 
[Hook]
 Show em what you got baby
 Show em you the shit
 Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
 F*ck these other bitches, don’t trip
 You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
 
And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
 Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
 Show em what you got girl
 Show em you the shit
 Go on throw it to the wall, baby, something gonna give, yaa diiig
 
You the shit, you the shit
 Yeah mommy
 You the shit, you the shit
 Uh huh
 You the shit, you the shit
 Yeah mommy
 You the shit
 
[Hook]
 Show em what you got baby
 Show em you the shit
 Go on throw it to the wall, baby, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
 F*ck these other bitches don’t trip
 You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
 
And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
 Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
 Show em what you got baby
 Show em you the shit
 Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, yaa diiig
 
[Hook]
 Show em what you got baby
 Show em you the shit
 Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
 F*ck these other bitches don’t trip
 You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
 
Pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
 Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
 Go on, show em what you got baby
 Show em you the shit
 Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, hear that

YOU WANT WAR 


[Lil' Wayne]
 Aw aw
 Aw aw!
 Aw aw!!
 Peep me out, look!
 Head bustin', black fatigues
 So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet
 Nigga, respect me
 When you see tha left hand buggin', nigga, respect it
 But if you see tha left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin'
 Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brotha
 Jump out and shoot K's, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brotha
 It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brotha
 Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
 Uhhh, hang up and try again
 I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
 Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again
 Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten
 Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, fam
 My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude VanDamme
 About'chu, 'cause we don't play around
 Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
 Take tha ground that you walk on
 Tap tha phones that you talk on
 Jam ya up and take your arms off
 I hit you twice with tha sawed-off
 And your nigga just watch your head fall off... fall off
 You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
 I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what)
 I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
numb-nut
 I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what
 I'm standin' there like all mine
 Run through your click like a weak defensive line
 Doggy fresh
 
[Turk]
 You want war, nigga, let's beef... beef
 We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets... streets
 I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet
 Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat
 What ya.. know, I'm tha one from tha T.C.
 Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G)
 On fire, nigga, label, that's a HB
 And if I can't kill you.. killin' your family (family)
 Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see
 How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
 Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB
 And I know you all know about Slim and B
 We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
 Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
 Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
 And the Baby still servin' niggas for ten a key... nigga
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 Aw, aw, aw, look
 Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
 Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body
 Call me that lil' nigga with tha Role... fulla diamonds
 Call me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
 Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma holler
 With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
 Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem
 Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him
 Ch-uh.. chop him
 Put tha flame to him
 All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him
 'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
 Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
 But since I use ta be.. doin' tha best at thangs
 That mean I gotta wear a vest that day
 I really think them niggas jealous... of tha sparkle in my necklace
 He ain't ready.. he ain't ready
 

YOUNG MONEY WORLD 

I GET THAT MONEY THATS MY TOP COMITMENT
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKING YALL POLITICIANS
BUT LET ME GET SLICK REAL QUICK
LIKE RICK WITH OUT THE PATCH ON MY EYE I TAKE A PATCH OUT THE SKY
CAUSE IM FLY I SAY THAT ALOT AND IM GONE KEEP ON
THOUSAND DOLLAR JEANS ON NIGGA KEEP GONE
KEEP WALKIN PEACE HOME
THEY WANT FIND ME AT MY BEACH HOMES IM OUT THEY REACH HOMES
I GOT A SPEECH FOR EMMMMM'
UUMMMM............... FUCK THEM AND WHOEEVER KNOW EM'
ONE........
IM STEPPIN IN REVERTIBLES WIT A NASTY ASS VIRGIN SHE FEELING MY GANSTA
I AINT EVEN HAVE TO GAME HER BUT THAT CAME NATURAL
SORT A LIKE NATURAL
HOW I DISSAPEAR WHEN YOU SEE ME IN THE BATHROOM
BUT ILL BE BACK SOON FUCKING WIT THEM RACOONS
LIKE JAKIE BLUSON ON HIS HONEYMOON
WHAT UP FUEL?

HOSPITAL IN THE BUILDING YOUNG MONEY IN THE ARENA
YOU CATCH ME WIT TWO BAD BITCHES BETWEEN EM'

YEAH, YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKIN BOUT'........

{2ND VERSE}

I COOKED UP CRACK, AND IM PROBABLY OPISTENT
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKIN YALL POLITICIANS
BUT TO WIN AGAINST, MY BACK I DEFEND ANY ATTACK
BY ANY MEN IM,AND IN FACT {HUH}
AND ITS LIKE DAT MY IMPACT SO HARD IF I DIE ILL PROBABLY BOUNCE RIGHT BACK
I WALK AROUND WIT A MOUSE TRAP
CUZ NIGGAS WIT CHEESES DONT LIKE RATS
AND DISPITE THAT, I BEEN AROUND A FEW GOLDFISH IM STILL A SHARK OUT THE OCEAN
I WHEELED THE FUCK OUT THE 06' 4 SIT LOW
LIKE IM 4'6, LEFT ARM SO STIFF YALL DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT THIS
STUNTIN' BUSSINESS IM ABOUT TO TEACH THAT TO ALL OF MY BITCHES
BUT, BACK TO DA BUSSINESS GIVE THE MUTHERFUCKERS SO MUCH COKE
THEY'LL PROBABLY HAVE PROBLEMS WIT THEY KIDNEYS................ SPIT EM'

JESUS CHRIST YOUNG MONEY MUTHERFUCKER
MONEY GO WAY BACK..........WAY BACK LIKE AN OLD MAN HAIRLINE
MUTHERFUCKERS YALL CANT SEE THAT.........
YEAH

{3RD VERSE}

I GOT AS HATERS OUT THERE BUT IM OPTIMISTIC
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKING YALL POLITICIANS
IM WALKING WHAT IM TALKING
AND IM PLAYING WHAT IM SAYING AND IM STEPPIN' WHAT IM REPPIN
IM ABOUT WHAT I SHOUT BOY, THE LOUDEST MOUTH OF THE SOUTH BOY
IM FROM DA DIRTY ,DIRTY YOU CANT GET ME OUT MY SHOP BOY
I GOT A MONEY CLIP, BUT LIKE WHAT FOR?
I TOLD HOES THAT THEY CANT HOLD THAT I STICK IT IN HER BACK POCKET
MAKE HER BUTT LARGE AND PULL THEM SEVEN JEANS DOWN SHE LIKE FUCK DRAWS
AND IM LIKE FUCK THAT BUT SHE THOUGHT I WAS IGNORANT, APPROACHED HER LIKE A GENTLEMAN,
HER FRIENDS TRYING TO GET WIT HIM
BUT I ALREADY BEEN WIT THEM THEY ALL ACT THE SAME
I FUCKED EM' ALL MAN LIKE THEY LIKE SYNONYMS
I LIKE DIVIDENDS, I MIGHT GIVE A LIMB SHE SEE THE NIGGAS IM WIT I MIGHT GIVE HER THEM.

ILL KNOW HOW HE GET SO MANY GIRLS IN THESE RAPS AND HANDLE THEM LIKE THAT IN THE LYICS
ITS COOL DOUGH
IF YALL LIKE LISTENIN' TO WHAT HE GOT TO SAY WELL YALL CAN COME GET WITH ME
THE REST TILL' FADE........... {HA HA}

YOUNG PLAYA 


[Lil Wayne]
 He he hee
 I'm a young playa nigga, (what)
 I get the game from the big tymers, nigga (what, what)
 Who else? (Speak on it) On the real nigga, on the real nigga
 Respect the game
 Cuz I got the game
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Y'all know who I is
 Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz
 See me front in back with the wood all around
 Plus I got that *boom boom* surround sound
 Don't hate on me boy if you do *pow* get down
 Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground
 But on the other hand, I'ma keep running man
 I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man
 We stuntas man
 I might stumble across a grand and give it to you wifey
 And watch how she *slurp* on my pipey like a Icee
 I might be in a Range that night
 I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight
 I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right
 But if I lose, its cool, that's some change lil shite
 That ain't nothing
 I ain't doing nothing if I, I ain't stunting
 Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming.
 
[Baby]
 Slow yo roll lil one
 You ain't glad its bought
 And Ms. Pat and gray head over there
 In the back card gambling
 At the bar dranking
 But go head, just be quiet with ?em lil one
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Broads I use ?em
 Hatas I bluse ?em
 My whole front grill is full of confusion
 Got dammit
 Weezy pull up in a Porsche, expanded (expanded)
 I was to the back, niggas couldn't stand it
 Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished
 I got it like that
 Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches
 Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches
 Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches
 Million dolla man baby tear da beasy
 Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier
 Sammy, Mario, tody Taz, that's my posse
 And what
 You might see me dippin low in a Benz truck
 Tell yo girl hello
 I done did her, what you muggin me for
 Keep playin with me, I'll put a slug in yo do
 
[Mannie]
 Now looky here, young blood
 Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt
 Don't make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass
 Now keep doing what you doing
 Go head
 
Y'all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs
 Play with me boy I give you cancer like menthol
 Cough cough cough up
 Got a cat eye benz on brollas
 They call us
 Uptown shiners
 Original hot boy$ baby, big tymers
 I spit game
 Get in they head, they be like, ?Quit Wayne!?
 Half hour later, I'm in they split man
 Hehehehe it be kicks man
 Let me get real
 I'll kill on the battlefield
 Steal for the scrill
 I will never leave my clique nigga, I'm to trill
 I'm a little peepsqueal
 But I'm a ape in that jungle
 And if you get it twisted,
 Nigga, I'm taking yo lover
 I mean I'm raping yo lover
 Leave her taste in my rubber
 I'm a playa nigga, I'm a playa