BURN THIS CITY 

(feat. Twista)

This fire is ...burn this city
This fire is ...burn this city, burn this city
This fire is ...burn this city
This fire is ...burn this city, burn this city

This fire is outta control, we going to burn this city, burn this city [4x]

[Verse 1 (Lil Wayne)]
Stop playing wit me, cannon in my hand and I'll be damn if any man disrespect in my land
Intercept a nigga pass, inaffective ass nigga
I'm the f-f-fireman but I'll whap that ass nigga
My vessel pump nigga I'm a special ass nigga
No frontin I'm in front of these extra last niggas
I'm a extra bad nigga, I'm a sideways shooter
Open up the Mazerati fuck a highway trooper
Cuz now-a-days dudes'll run & tell the troopers
So I hope the same trooper could find ya when I lose ya
These niggas talkin' out the side of they medulas
Preserve a nigga put his body in the cooler
Turn 'em into ice, call me Weezy the jeweler
Run up on me boy & get smoked like buddah
Who the fuck wanna get it in they next breath
Gasoline all you do is step (fire)

[Hook]
This fire is outta control, (Cuz I'm the fireman fire f-fireman) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (You can spark it up & I'ma put you out) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (Weezy, allergic to wintertime hot) We going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, we going to burn this city, burn this city

[Verse 2 (Twista)]
Niggaz shook watch weezy and his daddy show em' heaven, auto revin'
I'ma burn 'em up like ladder 47 wit a mac11
Try to shoot up every part of you wit my arsenal I'm a arsonist
Or the 40cal wit the 50 clip uh uh,
you don't want no parts of this. I'ma do your medula, I'll pop your oblongata
Call the doctor
Homie you are not Baby, not the Twista & not the Carter
Don't be coming to me acting petty when I carry glocks to carve ya
Stop tomorrow
You can break my hands, I write wit my mind
you can't stop the author
Try to run up on the block why bother
I'ma shoot 'em wit the pump & then I go & throw his body in a ditch & won't nobody ever find you
And won't nobody talk cuz I'm a real street mobster
Ghetto gangstas I don't eat pasta
Only fuck her wit the shrimp & the lobster
Murder that pussy whole in ya boy
When I'm dressed up like a robsta
I'm know as a shot connect, stay burnin sticky
And we gettin scummy stead of gettin money that's why I'm on 50
Shit, I only be fuckin wit niggaz that earnin wit me
If you try then you goin die
On fire cuz I'm so hot
Watch how we burn this city

[Hook]
This fire is outta control, (Cuz I'm the fireman fire f-fireman) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (You can spark it up & I'ma put you out) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (Weezy, allergic to wintertime hot) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, we going to burn this city, burn this city

[Verse 3 (Lil Wayne)]
Sicker than the bird flu
I am the birdman Jr. & you niggaz just bird food
We living in a whirl pool
You gotta eat or get ate & you look like bait
Don't you stick one hand over the gate
This dog will treat you niggaz just like steak
Dinner, I'm that nigga, take a break
Muthafucka it's a perfect mistake, I'm great
Murder, renegade music, my flow stupid
I'm cold, I spit mucus
I'm tight like suitors, righteous, ruthless
Strap, shoot ya, we rich, sue us
Snitch, leave 'em, Bitch, sue us
Pushin up daises, roses, petunias
Wakes, funeral, service, communion
I'm hotter than a motherfucking hot boys reunion
Weezy

[Hook]
This fire is outta control, (Cuz I'm the fireman fire f-fireman) We going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (You can spark it up & I'ma put you out) We going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (Weezy, allergic to wintertime hot) We going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, We going to burn this city, burn this city

C.O.L.O.U.R.S. 


Microphone check 12 or just 1-2
I am me who are f*** you
And i'm 1-2 high you should look up to me
My french girls love it when we smoke the ooey
On bellow fronts i do and we smoke the ooey
I do me she feels me cummin like new teeth
I got paper like loose leaf
Come over here and maybe you can get a few sheets
My bodies unique like the sisteen chapple
Fresh (fresh) 6 pineapples
I should cut myself to see if my bloods red
Baby i brainstorm call me flood head
Married to the money
And if she leaves me bury me money
And when your not good then your arrogance is funny
And when your really rich then asparagus is yummy

CAN'T STOP, WON'T STOP 

(feat. Nikki Minaj)

Goodmorning New York,
Good afternoon New Orleans,
Goodnight America,
This is Young Money...Nikki Minage

[Nikki:]
They dont make us to break us no im with tha bakers,
Im gettin bread wit Dread up in Jamaica,
Its them young stunnas,
Nikk and Lil Weezy,
Nikk-Im the chick that go get it like Jeezy,
Fallback cause I do this here,
Step ya bars up or ur through this year,
Yup, its onli right that the whole blocks there,
Hopped out the air in the blue and white layer,
Im here, Im lit, Long hair-Dont care,
Steady starin at my ear, cause my ear on glare,
Now its now hard to find me,
Top behind me,
You be Harry Potter, and I'll be Hermione,
Il be early,
Im girl the girl they,
Call the 1 like im my first birthday,
Im in that range rov,
Rockin that Kango,
That pussy real good, it tastes like Mango,

[Hook]

[Wayne:]
YA..dig
So i guess its my turn, and imma go at niggas heads like sideburns,
Big Phantom on the road, make a wide turn,
Big light, green buds, is what I burn,
Nikki since ive been rappin, this is what ive learned,
All these other niggas pussy like dry sperm,
And i knock this shit out like Tom Hearns,
If it aint abou money, Me no concern,
A paper chaser till my thigh burn,
And never give a bitch, what ive earned,
Fuck i look like?,
Im lookin for a bitch that can fuck right, cook right,
And if not, then left foot right,
Foot get tha steppin, Yeah bitch walk like..
And my hoes talk like "HssHswAsh"
And i just say "Right",
We don't fuss fight,
She is just..just....just right,

[Hook]

Ya Diggggggggg!?

Im on tour till my moneys like the bus height,
Ice lookin bright, see me comin like bus lights,
Weezy...

Nikki...Minage...
Young Money...

CARTER II 

Songwriters: Jones, Tristan G.; X; Carter, Dwayne;So you made it this far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don't shoot, you know what this is?
Still The Carter II people, still The Carter II people
Yeah, you still in The Carter II people, hey yeah

All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit

We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fuckin' wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your sock a drip

Don't strip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass
I hear 'em but they talking under mass
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass

That's Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin', we don't hide sayin' fuck the other side
Don't get caught on it, this the dailiest grind
I'll put your heart on it and walk on it

The chalks only for the art homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya
Look around, we at war and you still in preparation
I'm riding for them reparations, no patience

Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long, you gotta pace it
You gotta know that paper
If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper

Gotta know that photo phobia, no Kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posin', got a cool killer look

Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a briezeer hook
Bitch cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer

Around here and this here is The Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada

I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On the head at the bottom
You ain't gotta shoot 'em 'cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't gotta get 'em 'cause I already got 'em
Get 'em

CASCADES 

[Lil Wayne]
Um, she say "what's happening?"
I say "wassup wassup"
she ask "whats up with me"
I say "whats up with us"
I say "what's really good?"
I say "what's really good?"
I put my love down
she say "it's really good"
she sya "it's feeling good"
I say "I'm feeling better"
I make her say my name in CAPITAL LETTERS
I'm a nasty guy
dont ask me why
just ask me how and I'll show you proud
her head is gone, she's in the clouds
and when she rains, man she pours down
and I be the fella without an umbrella
Ma, you finer than a wine cellar

CASH MONEY MILLIONAIRES 


[Lil Wayne]
Keep pimpin [4x]

[Lil Wayne]
Keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin

[Verse 1]
I got a bitch in the back i got a hoe in the front
One cookin the crack one rollin the blunt
I'm getin pussy and ass from my beautiful broad
If you lookin for that holla at ya boy
I'm a ma ma mack mack
A pi pi pimp
I spi spi spi spit out shrimp
I pull out clean
I get out limp
I walk like li li li limp
I talk like bitch get get chi chi chi
The best player on my team when i ball women cheer
And they love the way i come out with the gear
This jacket theese shoes don't come out this year
So if you love your girl don't let her come out this year
Cuz if you leave her out there then she comin out here
And that ain't fair and i don't care
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 2]
I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if i give it to my hoe
She gone bring back more not a minuite go she ain't getin that loot
And if you ain't got no money she ain't getin at you
I like em sexy high yella if you fit thats you
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coop
Take a hit of that fruit get hi wit wayne
Fly wit birdman jr. wave hi to planes
Say bye to lames don't but they game
If he don't score in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit my money i'ma lynch ya ass
Like john lynch and shit don't tempt me bitch
Wipe me down cuz i'm filthy rich
If getin money a crime then i'm guilty bitch
And that ain't fair but i don't care i'm a mothafuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 3]
Sitin low in the car sit hi in the truck
Sit in the front of the plane way in the back of the bus
I got ladies for days i got women for months
Leave ya girl at home i made 21
I got that thang on chrome blades 21
I got them thang inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a preety one
Like whats good mama come make the clouds jump over us come fly wit me
My diamonds bling my weed is rap
Call me wheezy the king call me wheezy the crack
If pimpin is dead then i'm bringin it back
Matter of fact it never died so i take that back
If your shoes too small shawty take that back
Cuz you gone walk all day till you make that back
And that ain't fair but i don't care i'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

Whats really good mommy its ya boy w-h-e-e-z-y f baby so hi in the sky i'm so fly watch out for
The power lines ya know get wit me one pimp daddy

CELEBRATE 

Young Mula
Happy Music
Happy People
Happy People
Everythings alright
Everything is alright

[Chorus]
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oooh I take a look and just elevate
Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right
Ready for more, work hard today for a better tomorrow

I said who's that peeking in my window
Is that sunshine, is that one time
Let that sunshine through my living room
Hospitality is what I'm giving you
Harsh reality is what I've been through
But I'm not alone, ask her and him too
And they sure tell ya even better then the smell of a new day
And I know the ocean runs dry and the sky get dark
Then you don't see what he's trying to show ya
And I know the wall will seem tall but if we help eachother I guarantee we get over
And once I'm over, I'll reach back for my brother and pull him over aswell
Keep our heads high and our noses wide open
Hoping for that new day smell
Love live life

[Chorus x2]
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oooh I take a look and just elevate
Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right
Ready for more, working hard today for a better tomorrow

Young Mula Baby

COME ON 


[Verse 1:]
where my niggaz at, it's play it raw time baby
load up the guns guerilla war time baby
light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg
choppers with drums, ozzee's, and glock time dawg
whoever he with, they better stay cause they to nice
and whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it right
then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out
then we empty the clip and let the Lord sort em out
bust it really, it ain't no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville
and now i'm tieing on my bandanna and i'm cocking back
jump out the Hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap
dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums
hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma
cause i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain
tell em'

[Chorus:]
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!

[Verse 2: (B.G.)]
If drama come to me then it come
for that i got two glocks and a k with a drum
that's what i ride with not what i got got ducked off
the mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off
i got the tillery when beef kick
i got soldiers ready to march when that beef start
i got niggaz be in that zone on that herion
i got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real
i got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field
so get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled
oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death
you lose and can't continue if you get dome checked
you get blues it's all what duck gonna be next
come in that water and get wet
think you can fuck with me, you thoughts will get upset
i don't shot to hit i shot to kill
believe me i don't shoot for fun when i shoot it's for real
Come on nigga!

[Chorus:]
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!

[Verse 3:]
Give me the guns, i'm ready to bust one nigga
my nuts hung nigga, since i was young nigga
i get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga
i sip some nigga, and i flip some nigga
A uptown stunter, what the hell you think
ready for war, BUT I AIN"T NO CAPTAIN OF NO GOT DAMN TANK!
and you can take that to vegillity boy
i'm burning up, i'm on fire is you smelling boy
cause i be coming with the top down
letting them know how the chop sound
100 rounds tore the whole entire block down
assault rifle with a drum and beam totter
38 with a speed loader in my holster
Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder
but if i pop my trunk i'm might just set off a damn explosure
i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain
tell em'

[Chorus x2]

You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here i come nigga! [x2]

COMFORTABLE 

Songwriters: Carter, Dwayne Michael; Edmonds, Kenneth Brian; West, Kanye;I'm not sayin' this to shake you up
I'm just sayin' this to wake you up
It's all good when we makin' love
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, it's granted

My love for you is real
If you don't love me somebody else will
Baby girl don't you ever get too comfortable
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable

Yeah, to the left, to the left
If you wanna leave, be my guest, you can step
Feeling irreplaceable, listenin? to Beyonc?
But okay, I?ll put you out on your b?day

Hey, now if you rocking with Weezy
Bedroom in the bank, baby, we safe
I got game like E.A.
But I wanna let you play

And don?t I treat you like souffl??
Don?t I look at you like I see a new day?
And don?t I do, what I do say?
I?m through talking so I?ma let you, Face

I'm not sayin' this to shake you up
I'm just sayin' this to wake you up
It's all good when we makin' love
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, it's granted

My love for you is real
If you don't love me somebody else will
So baby girl don't you ever get too comfortable
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable

Yeah, let me catch my breath
Talking ?bout leavin? and you ain't gone yet
And if you leave, leave correct
And I?ma send a jet to pick up the next

And if you leave, you?re leaving the best
So, you would have to settle for less
And I am no Elliot Ness
I don't handcuff, I don't arrest

I do confess to the murders, see
?Cause under them sheets I am a mess
Yes baby, you blessed
Now, just don't jump your nest, c'mon

I'm not sayin' this to shake you up
I'm just sayin' this to wake you up
It's all good when we makin' love
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, it's granted

My love for you is real
If you don't love me somebody else will
Baby girl don't you ever get too comfortable
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable

Yeah, it's no sweat, no sweat
I will never 1, 2, 3, 4 get
About you, your love, your sex
You know I work you out like Bowflex

Our jokes, no stress
Love, live life, proceed, progress
Make sure the neighbors get no rest
We can get together, never disconnect, yeah

Your back, your neck
Funny how that song haven?t got old yet
To us, so let's project, you stay in
Never incorrect, Face

I'm not sayin' this to shake you up
I'm just sayin' this to wake you up
It's all good when we makin' love
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, it's granted

My love for you is real
If you don't love me somebody else will
Baby girl don't you ever get too comfortable
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable

Word to God, my momma gon' like this one, yeah
Yo I think everybody gon' like this one, yeah
I got one, thank you Mr. West, Carter, Dre
I'm out

CRAZY 


I remember then
Back in december, it wuz winter
Like '89
Shit i must of been 7 goin on 8
And comin from da kitchen wuz a echo from all da base
And i aint talkin bout speakas umm mmm
I saw my daddy in there i would stare
But i wouldnt touch
But it wasnt because i didnt know enough
Shit..i jus knew too much
So i stop bein lazy, and i became creative
And i learned how to create it
And all dat pots for me!!!
So come see... or come eat

And i hope dat she is having da ride of her life
No red lights inside, jus a bare room wit green lights ummm mmm
Come on now
Who did you, where did you, why did you what did you think she was
Haahaaa thats ur hoe my guns of water help your garden grow...no

Yeah i know dat wuz crazy
But i think u are more crazy..yer
Than her
Cuz she is no daisy
Shit she jus pottery
Wit no seeds
So she cant eat

My heroes had da broads and da cars wit big ol' rims
And i could remember slangin, thinkin
I wanna be like them
Ever since i was little, ever since i was little
I lived life numb

It made so much since for me to run
When da 5-0 come
Cuz i aint dumb umm mmm

And dat shit i hated
Like early 90s late 80s
I wuz husltin as a baby
U can ask eagle street, about me
Ima g

Ever since i wuz little eva since i wuz little i tote my gun
Cuz it made no sense where i wuz from hmmm
To walk around wit none
Shit,nicca u would be crazy
Cuz niccas is crazy
And im a 80s baby
U should be proud of me
Cuz in dem streets
Im hot like da 80s
And my temperatures raisin
Im at 100 im blazin
Sumbody shower me
Please pret-ty please

You can call me wizzle or u can call me wayne
Man eitha one but its weezy baby for your slut
I told her weezy baby, i told her more than once
But she just say baby, she jus calls me baby
She jus screams out baby, when she's on top of me
And da sheets be stickin like pages
And da bed is so stanky
If she say dat is my baby, shit it is prossibly not for me
M.-O.-E.