ICE CREAM PAINT JOB 

Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like o�dogg
Shoot a n-gga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like roll call
Pain killers got a n-gga bout ta doze off
Big shit n-gga talk big sh-t n-gga
Big bread bread like a picnic n-gga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick n-gga
Money spread like germs get sick n-gga
Yeaa, And f-ck them other n-ggas,
1 9 hundred who want I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the river
I dont care if you was Michael Phelps my n-gga
Im higher than the mothaf-ckin Alps my n-gga
Im flyer than the mothaf-ckin stealth my n-gga
Young Money sh-t top shelf my n-gga
We the mothaf-ckas like Milf my n-gga

UhUhm, Flow like Syringes
Yea im in my mode got a code like Da Vinci
I was in the trenches, now im in the trump
And everybody watch your back,when your in the front
You aint never safe stop playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
Im all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles

Why thank you,if you a hater
Im eatin, yous a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your gualla, sue em' later
Young Tune n-gga, typhoon n-gga
And if you think your sweet, buy a room n-gga
Die or move n-gga, Im on my gang sh-t,
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a mothaf-cking blunt,
stupid fruity swag like a mothaf-ckin runt
And I be with my dog like a mothaf-cka huntin
Everyday of the week is the first of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Cant tell the time cause the diamonds in the face

We can get it poppin like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money addict
Running this sh-t now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea sick
Stop playin Im fresher then a degree stick
Street sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad weed
Im on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, i land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I need a massage,
and when it come to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, n-gga just stuntin
If you aint the bank teller dont tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
B-tch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it,well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the sh-t weak stomachs
No Ceilings.Mothaf-cka

IF I DIE TODAY 

Featuring: Rick Ross
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Fo' fo' bulldog, my, my, my pack
 I point it at you and tell it fetch
 I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck
 I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat
 When I was in jail she let me call her collect
 But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
 Top down, it's upset ? dick in the world and n*gga I aint ? yet!
 You f**k with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
 The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
 The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
 I pay these n*ggas with a reality check
 Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
 This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
 The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
 An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh
 [Rick Ross]
 I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
 I got a chopper in the car
 I got a chopper in the car
 [Lil Wayne]
 Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
 Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
 Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
 Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
 [Rick Ross]
 Big black, and an icey watch
 Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
 Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
 Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might be high, swish!
 I'm swimming in the yellow, boss
 In the red 911 looking devilish
 Red beam make a n*gga sit down
 Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
 Drop palm olive on the vent and make it dope
 Make it come back even harder than before
 Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes
 Well connected I got killers off in Chicago
 [Rick Ross]
 I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
 I got a chopper in the car
 I got a chopper in the car
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
 Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
 Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
 Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
 [Lil Wayne]
 Talk stupid get ya head popped
 I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox
 Big bee's, Red Sox
 I get money to kill time, big clocks
 Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k
 Empty the clip than roll a window up
 Swe-swe-swe-sweet, center bun
 I'm in a red, she said she
 200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece
 That banana clip, let ya ? speak
 Dark shades, Eazy E
 Five letters, YMCMB
 F**k that N*gga, f**k that n*gga
 I see ya looking, what ya looking at n*gga
 You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
 If I died today it'd be a holiday
 [Rick Ross]
 I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
 So don't make it come alive
 Rip ya apart than I put myself together
 YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
 The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch gon bang
 Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
 Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
 My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
 Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
 Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
 Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
 N*ggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all
 Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
 If you get in trouble that just mean you f**king up
 It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
 I call the plays, muthaf**k huddle up
 [Lil Wayne]
 I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
 Yeah

ILL NEVER TAKE A BREAK 

But i never take a break
i never take a break
till i see heaven in the gates
i stick that metal in ya face and now they call ya
chrome face
fuck wit me better bring ya lunch cuz its gonna be a
long day

VERSE 2

fuck what ya heard like my dick against ya eardrum
swagger so sharp weezy where you get the spear from
i can make you the son yo momma never hear from
let the tough talk walk and watch how ya fear run
yah and fuck the world is my assignment
and i promise you gonna feel me like blind men
roll or roll over like front wheel alignment
tell them lil niggas dont come near the giant


VERSE 3

uhh now im smellin my self flow sicker than shit
where the hell is my hell startin to feel like makaveli
myself watch i put that mothafuckin mack 11 to ya scalp
yes my maybach i swear that bitch a donkey
had to get the long body cuz tha short one didnt want
me
mothafucka im ill hungry still greedy thats why my
first week i got a mill
its young money open the bar
if they dont know who if they dont know who we is
i bet they know who we are
no kelly just n.o. and l.a.
we come to fuck shit up like broke levys
gotta gotta phony bitch i swear she a medic
sometimes she give me head and it just get rid of my
headache

IM NOT HUMAN 

I am not a human being
 [Verse 1:]
 Re, Re, Reporting from anotha world
 Look up in the sky and see me porting wit a cova girl
 She know that is fly after I?m through then its anotha girl
 I can make your wife and your sister **** your brother girl
 Rock Star ******
 Check out how we rock
 And if this ain?t Hip Hop
 It must be Knee Hop
 I?m higher then a mothafuckin chronic leaf tree top
 I make da nina sing like ?shoot a du dee wap?
 You want the facts daddy? well I truly do need pop
 And I get my candy from your girlfriend?s sweet shop
 Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
 You better run ************, Cuz we not
 Yeah you bitches better run til your feet stop
 And I?m so, fed up wit street cops
 I?m colder than a ski shop
 I?m holdin? on to the top
 And even if I let go
 I still wanna G rock
 
[Chorus:]
 

I am the Rhyming Oasis
 I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
 I got my foot on the line I?m not racin?
 I thank god that I am not basic
 
I am not a human being
 
[Verse 2:]
 Haha
 Rock Star Baby
 Now come to my suite and get lock jaw baby
 I can knock your boots and your socks off baby
 News flash ya boyfriend a knock off baby
 Ok, Real **** you can get knocked off baby
 I?m like a champagne top I?m ready to pop off baby
 You really lucky I don?t kill if its not for baby
 Got so much money, I can look at the cops all crazy
 Rock star **** for my rock star ***
 Got a tub full of money that?s a rock star bath
 Then I use more money to wipe my rock star ***
 Then I throw it in the garbage that rock star trash
 I wouldn?t try you
 I wouldn?t lie dude
 I must be sticky cuz them bitches got they eyes glued
 Beep beep ***** I?m so motherfuckin da mu
 Starin? at em long like ?***** i will climb you!?
 I stand tall like a motherfuckin 9′2
 I scream motherfuck you and who ever designed you
 And if you think you hot then obviously you are lied to
 And we don?t die we multiply and then we come divide you
 
[Chorus:]
 I am the Rhyming Oasis
 I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
 I got my foot on the line I?m not racin?
 I thank god that I am not basic
 I thank god that I am not basic
 
I am not a human being
 
[Verse 3:]
 Ughh
 I?m rockstar Bad
 With my rock star glasses and my rockstar plaid
 The school of hard rock I?m a rockstar grad
 And my kids, are bout to have a rockstar dad
 Now momma let them titties bounce like rocks off glass
 And if you do I probably call ya like shots off glass
 Don?t jump into my water cuz your knot wont last
 I swear I?ma be like a shark that chomp on bass
 Rock star life
 Rock star Bright
 And in the mosh pit is how a rockstar fight
 So jump in this ***** and catch a rockstar right
 And the cops could never violate a rockstars rights
 Yea, now I?m back on my grizz
 And yalls a bunch of squares like a muthafuckin grid
 And errybody get it, well me I get rid
 Of he who say he get it, and then I get his
 No marquee but this is big Biz
 And I scream **** it, whoever it is
 Ain?t no muthafucka deeper than me ***** dig
 And I thank god everyday that my children are rich kids
 
[Chorus:]
 I am the Rhyming Oasis
 I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
 I got my foot on the line I?m not racin?
 I thank god that I am not basic
 
I am not a human being

IN THE MORNING 

[Chorus:]
 Oh my what a night I'm a wake up in the morning like oh, oh [x2]
 She super fine she looking at me
 With them light brown we in the back seat
 Shawty body shaped like a figure eight
 Yeah that pussy great
 She bout to get ate
 
[Verse 1:]
 It was a Friday
 I was on the highway
 Riding to that Kanye
 That's when I saw a bad bitch ridin right behind me
 And I slowed down so she can be beside me
 Like beep beep Shawty you sweet shawty Best pullover in me shawty
 Gas station that's on me
 And you know that ain't cheap shawty
 You deserve 93 shawty
 You deserve me shawty
 So tell that other nigga
 He can leave like a tree falling
 And when it comes to love Baby I'm free falling
 Did I leave my eyes In yo pussy cause I see me all in, it
 And I put her to bed
 And know she sleep walking
 And she never answer her phone
 Not even if E.T. calling
 Man you should see darlin
 She like a sea dolphin
 Splash splash shout out bird gang
 She balling
 And I just try to be her
 Tol ya somethin
 Cop' her 20 hand bags
 Out of coach or something
 First class flight
 Get her out of coach o something
 How bout vacation
 Round my by bon voyage
 And With no snowtra something
 Yeah
 And tell yo man he don't
 Owe me nothing
 Tell him open his eyes I gotta show him something
 Uh
 I started riding
 Like a dirty dozen
 Uh
 Have a feeling like she Oprah cousin haha
 But fuck money
 I give her mostly loving
 Then I'm Gone before it's Sunday
 
[Chorus]
 
[Verse 2:]
 It's next Friday
 I'm on the high way
 Ridin to that shawty
 I se a bad bitch up in a Hyundai
 I said "baby you supposed to be up in my place"
 She startd laughin
 I got the joke late
 Look I just want ta tie u down with this rope braid
 Lil mama so cool
 I call her Snowflake
 I fuck her so good on that cold plane
 Now what you kno bout it
 What you know about it
 It ain't what you know about it's how you go about it
 An I go about it like I kno about it
 Like I'm sho about it
 Like I'm so about it
 Baby I can take you
 Farther than your fantasy
 Maybe one day I can be the father of your family
 I can handle all the extremities
 She remember me ohww
 
[Chorus]
 
Oh! [guitar solo strts]
 Ohhh
 Oh oh
 Oh oh
 Oh oh oh oh
 
Aye!

IN YOUR FACE 

Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
 Uhh, straight off the back
 I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq
 And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle
 And snap back and battle my own shadow cus y'all wack and all that
 Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky
 Toss me the chunky, I'ma brew these punkies
 Sir I'm from the block where u don't pass like a flunky
 We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey
 Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy
 I'll shoot this mutherfucker til I burn my hand boy
 Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy
 This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy
 I'm all red I'm on fire like an ant pile
 They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
 You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
 You suck dick, I suc-ceed
 Yeahhh, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
 So I'ma spit in ya face!!!
 Kevin!
 
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
 Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh)
 Ay yo oohh (ayy)
 Ay yo oo ohh
 (So I'ma spit in your face)
 Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)
 Ay yo oohh (ayy)
 Ay yo oo ohh
 (So I'ma spit in your face)
 
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
 If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place
 Bow ya home, how ya gone
 Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around
 2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin the ground
 Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy
 We are not from the same home boy
 My Nina Baker bring your joy
 I'll destroy who ya employ
 I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
 Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'ma swisher man
 8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman
 Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls
 And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
 Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
 And I do whatever for the root of all evil
 Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black medal
 Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly to heaven
 Kevin!
 
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
 Ay yo oo ohh (ohh)
 Ay yo oohh (ayy)
 Ay yo oo ohh
 (So I'ma spit in your face)
 Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)
 Ay yo oohh (ayy)
 Ay yo oo ohh
 (So I'ma spit in your face)
 
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
 And crazy's what they callin' me, but crazy isn't hardly what I am
 Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded
 Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack
 I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back
 Let's just hope that you get it
 And if I have anything to do with it, mutherfucker I did it
 Yeahhh, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
 Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon
 Cus you don't get sun, you just get it soon
 Turn your I.D. to a tomb
 Goons are us, the foods for us
 We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us
 We will take the knives, and we will take the wives
 And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the lives
 Yeahhh!
 
So I'ma spit in your face
 Yeah, I'ma, so I'ma spit in your face, yeeahhh
 
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
 Singing ay yo oo ohh
 Ay yo oohh
 Ay yo oo ohh
 (Ay yo oo ohh)
 (Ooohh, I'ma spit in your face)

INSIDE 


[Lil' Wayne talking]
 I came back around, I came back around, I came back around
 The Carter muthafucka
 Right now we still in the kitchen man
 You checkin out them bitches booties right (I know)
 Yea, but lets move on man, I got plenty more house to shoe to show you man
 Plenty mo Carter to give you
 You know, let's go man
 
[Verse]
 Now let me show you upstairs
 Got the glass house floor to let me know who up there
 Look down and you see your reflection
 You ain't gotta know who down here
 You just know you protected
 Hey man, how I don't know you connected
 Here's a little more fiend let me see you inject it
 That's right little wode respect this
 Understand me or get 'cha mammy a death wish
 Part one, part two, part three
 All the parts of "Godfather" all a part of me
 If you, look to the wall ya' see
 A few, gagged up, tied up scared pricks
 Got 'em, facin the wall like they was on "Blair Witch" (yea)
 I ain't, chasin' at all but it get scary 'bout my chips
 And in here is where I keep the bricks
 Acknowledge lil' marley in the hallway
 He got the clips
 
[Lil' Wayne talking]
 Don't shoot 'em Marley (yea)
 This my lil' dude marley man
 He hold me down, know what I'm talking 'bout
 I'll show you the rest of the house later man
 You wait right here, I be back
 CARTER....CARter....carter...
 

INTERLUDE 

( background music)
What Up Doe?
Hahaha.
Yeah!
This is No Ceilings, man, Welcome.
I appreciate you for having this, if you got this, if your listening to this.
Thank you.
First off, this is for You..You-You-You.
As always.
Is a big thank you for coming out to all the nights and days on tour.
Tours actually.
For come and supporting me every single night,
Even if you didn't come to the tour, jus-just Thank you.
And Uhm...
That's that GuddaVille playing in the background,
my nigga Gudda Mixtape, go get that shit.
And uh...
I ain't gonn' talk to much...
So...
Ima get back to this blunt.
And you get back to the Mixtape.

No Ceilings!

{Echo:}

INTRO 

Haha, uh..
Man, fuck them bitches & them hoes
& Them n*ggas pussies; camel toes
I got some money on me, and the weed nice
My shit won't ever stop, suck my green light
Bitches Carter 4, murder's all she wrote
Now it's fuck everybody, like the Scorpio
Still running shit, I'm on my cardio
Boy I'm going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put it over-time, like a tied score
Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours
& The weed loud, like a lions roar
Stare into the eyes.. The eyes of forever
Hear no evil, see no evil; Helen Keller
No music on. Rock It Accapella.
& I don't need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit
A nigga countin' money, you niggas counterfeit
Real nigga nigga, proud of what I am
Young Money isn't on me, bitch I'm Uncle Sam

Them hoes call me "Tunechi", Mama call me "Tune"
I left the bullshit in the waiting room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded; yellow short bus
We do drive by's, we do walk-ups
& Bitch I be so high, I get star-struck
Millz in this bitch, he say "fuck them hoes"
& the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
& I eat some bud, like Rudy Huxtable
Our bodies slam the beat, nigga Dusty Rhodes
I'm from Eagle Street, I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder first degree
YMCBM.. We don't give a fuck
You faker them some titties, you getting' titty fucked
Ha, this the best/worst feeling
& Nigga if I die, I die a death worth living
Uh, this that textbook G-Shit
I've been in that water, but I never been sea sick.
Yeah, knock me or knock your face off
Life's a crazy bitch; Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
Ha..C4, Mr.Carter's Home.

INTRO THIS IS WHY I'M HOT FREESTYLE 


Uh...Hello...New mixtape bitch...Iz called Da Drout 3 [laughs]...
 Yeah...This was supposed to be the intro, but uhm...
 I guess ima gonna uhm...Do what yall came here for...
 
[in Rastafarian voice]
 Yeah...Rasta dem king of the jungle,
 Dread lock swing down me back like Reppunsle.
 My bread don't swing. Dem packs in a bundle;
 We'll take your tings, sell it back to your uncle.
 And we'll make it rain till your dances will come true;
 We'll make it rain so you betta bring a swimsuit.
 Alone when I came, but I'm leavin with them two;
 Gals give me brain, give me brain like temples.
 And him got the game, game sharp like a pencil;
 And if you want formage we can crash like a symbol.
 And Let prepare me window, on my new sports coupe;
 twelve hoarses in the hood, sittin on hoarse shoes.
 Come from the land that Jesus walked through;
 Sacrifice me life, man I bleed for me uncle.
 Them no want to run, run with me them no want to;
 Murder them, and the family them belong to.
 Next ting them kno I run a street like a cardoor;
 You go after me, me I dearly depart you.
 Hip hop is mine now, Mine what you gone do?;
 I can jump on any nigga song and make a part two.
 Playtime for me, cuz see to me, they are cartoons;
 how come every joint be on point like a harpoon?
 How come evry bar stand strong like a barstool?;
 how come every line is so raw you gone snort too?
 
Murder them. Man I murda them. Fuck a competition, man I murda them.
 Man murda them. Man I murda them. Fuck a competition, man I murda them. [laughs]...
 [in regular] and that is why i'm hot...
 Its Da Drought 3, Welcome.
 Have fun!