MERCY 

[Hook (x4):]
Ok
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat lambo with your girl
She trying to jerk me

[Nicki Minaj Verse]
Drop to the floor make that dick shake
My home girls slurp it like a milkshake
All you niggas want some nick cake
If you eat ass I got a thick plate

Weezy, Weezy don't we do this very easy
I came from Trinidad on a temporary visa
Cause motherfuckers know I put the hex on bitches
I fuck a bitch over like I'm sexing bitches
Tic-tac-toe then I put the X on bitches
Point game I score who's next you bitches
Cause all you niggas fake
And all you niggas broke
So all you niggas fuck you
All you niggas choke
Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes
So all you niggas toast
Cause all you deep throat word

Fuck fuck your lambo
Fuck fuck your merce
I got more money
In in my fucking purse

Court side you in the C Section
I'm with them bloods you you with the C Section
In Malibu I'm bout a sea section
And all these bitches is my sons
Yeah C-Section

I'm a Republican voting for Mitt Romney
You lazy bitches is fucking up the economy
Out in Miami I be chilling with a zombie
Diablo alejandro de mello gandhi

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne Verse]
I'm the shit turn your nose up
I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus
I threw some bad bitches on my private jet
If them bitches ain't fucking give them parachutes
Walked up to a redbone like I'm the shit
Told her give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch

Yeah skate rebel gun at my waist level
Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O
I don't do pussy niggas, but get the most pussy nigga
I'm popping purps I'm sipping lean
Smoking pot like cooking dinner
My homie T, roll up my blunt
Skinnier than Rex Ryan
I'm counting money I'm smoking plants
Call that shit math and science
Now suck dick, Truckfit
Snapback on your dog ass
These niggas broke like Mr. Glass
They don't want none, Sister Act
Cause Young Money you bitch you
My weed louder than pimp suits
Your bitch swallow my pimp juice
Her pussy wetter than swim suits

Swish Michael
Phelps nigga in your ho
Coupe the color of Yoohoo
Rude boy free Buju
Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas
I been balling since 98
Fuck y'all I'd rather skate
Shoot you up in your database
I fell in love with drop tops
I fell in love with shotguns
Our guns bigger than cop guns
Y'all ain't spitting, dry tongue
I like wet pussy, she like hard dick
Hard head make her soft fast
Tatted up from head to toe
Guess you can call me a marksman
Wayne soaring
All my whores is whoring
All you rappers is boring
Truckfit hat and some Jordans

[Hook]

MIRROR 

Uh, With everything happening today
You don't know whether you're coming or going
But you think that you're on your way
Life lined up on the mirror, don't blow it (Whoo!)
Look at me when I'm talking to you
You lookin' at me, but I'm lookin' through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you're not satisfied
And I don't see nobody else
I see myself
I'm lookin' at the
Chorus - Bruno Mars:
Mirror on the wall
Here we are again (yeah)
Through my rise and fall (uh)
You've been my only friend (yeah)
You told me that they can
understand the man I am
So why are we here
Talking to each other again?
I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
But I'm with you when you're all alone
And you correct me when I'm lookin' wrong
I see the guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your windowpane
I see the scars that remain
I see Wayne
I'm looking at the
Chorus - Bruno Mars:
Mirror on the wall

Here we are again (yeah)
Through my rise and fall (uh-huh)
You've been my only friend (my only friend)
You told me that they can
Understand the man I am (they can understand)
So why are we here (misunderstood)
Talking to each other again?
Looking at me now, I can see my past
Damn, I look just like my f***in' Dad
Light it up, that's smoke and mirrors
I even look good in a broken mirror
I see my Mama's smile, that's a blessing
I see the change; I see the message
And no message coulda been any clearer
So I'm starting with the man in the
Chorus - Bruno Mars:
Mirror on the wall (MJ taught me that)
Here we are again
Through my rise and fall (uh)
You've been my only friend (take 'em to Mars, man)
You told me that they can
understand the man I am
So why are we
Talking to each other again?
Mirror on the wall
Here we are again (yeah)
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend (any questions)
You told me that they can (I come to you)
Understand the man I am (you always have the answer)
So why are we here
Talking to each other again?
Mirror on the wall (Hey BP, looks like I did take 'em to Mars this time)
So why are we talking to each other again?

MISUNDERSTOOD 

Baby, understand me now
 If sometimes you see that I'm mad
 Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?
 When everythin? goes wrong, you see some bad
 
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
 Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
 
Misunderstood, ain't gotta be explained
 But you don't understand me, so let me explain
 Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
 Please slow down hurricane
 
The wind blow, my dreads swang
 He had hair like wool, like Wayne
 Droppin? ashes in the Bible
 I shake ?em out and they fall on the rifle
 
Scary, Hail Mary no tale fairy
 All real very, extraordinary
 Perry Mason facin? the barrel if he tattle
 My God is my judge, no gown, no gavel
 
I'm a rebel, down to battle
 Now or never, I would never [unverified]
 Fuckin? fantastic, fuck if you agree
 But I don't give a fuck if you see me
 
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
 Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
 
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
 So for those who understand, meet Dwayne
 For 8 and a half months I gave Ms. Cita the pain
 Now, it's Young Money, baby, keep the change
 
My mama say fuck ?em and we the same
 So, hello mothafucka, you got some sheets to change
 And ain't it funny how people change
 Like Easter Sunday, you know church fit then outfit
 
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
 Bright pinky rin?s but that ain't about this, what you ?bout bitch?
 Excuse my French, emotion in my passion
 But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
 
What are you askin??
 If I don't have the answer it?s probably on the web
 Like I'm a damn Tarantula but I know you don't understand
 ?Cause you thought Lil Wayne is Weezy but Weezy is Dwayne
 
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
 Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
 
I was watchin? T.V. the other day, right
 Got this white guy up there talkin? about black guys
 Talkin? about how young black guys are targeted
 Targeted by who? America
 
You see 1 in every 100 Americans are locked up
 1 in every 9 black Americans are locked up
 And see what the white guy was tryin? to stress was that
 The money we spend on sendin? a mothafucka to jail
 
A young mothafucka to jail
 Would be less to send his or her young ass to college
 See, and another thin? the white guy was stressin?
 Was that our jails are populated with drug dealers
 
You know crack cocaine, stuff like that
 Meanin? due to the laws we have
 On crack cocaine and regular cocaine
 Police are only, I don't want to say only, right
 
But shit, only logic by ridin? around
 In the hood all day and not in the suburbs
 Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood
 And you know the other thin? is mostly found in
 You know where I'm goin?
 
But why brin? a mothafucka to jail
 If it's not gon? stand up in court
 ?Cause this drug ain?t that drug
 You know level 3, level 4 drug, shit like that
 
I guess it's all a misunderstandin?, I sit back and think
 You know us young mothafuckas, you know that 1 in 9
 We probably only sellin? the crack cocaine
 Because we in the hood
 
And it's not like in the suburb
 We don't have what you have, why?
 I really don't wanna know the answer
 I guess we just misunderstood huh?
 
You know we don't have room in the jail now
 For the real mothafuckas, the real criminals
 Sex offenders, rapists serial killers
 Don't get scared, don't get scared
 
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
 Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

MO FIRE 


[Chorus]
 Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
 
[Verse 1]
 Why did he plot, my fifty cup, my city hot I'm dodgin the city cop
 I play em' like pitty pat (shh)I'm kickin back (yeah)I'm gettin stacks, these bitches is really rats
 I fuck em and give em back (yeah) I really mack (yeah) how real is that, you love him, you really wack
 I hustle and bend my back
 My muscle is in tact
 My biceps and triceps is AYYYE YESSS
 
[Chorus]
 Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
 
[Verse 2]
 I Come at You (shh), it's somethin new, the color is smurf blue, I'm puffin that purple, believe it if I talk it I walk it like Hershel
 I get it like it is on the commercial
 Verse 2,
 this is Verse 2, it is worse too, I'll mirk you, like I birth you
 you niggas small bubbles, I'll burst you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you
 my jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, I'm like whateva my shit mean and obscene
 now I been seen on alotta different scene, that mean I got alotta different creme
 
[Chorus]
 Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
 
[Verse 3]
 I raise mo fire to the man up higher, I lick a shot to let him know that im a rider (yeah) my dreads hang to let him know that I'm a lion, represent the
 jungle when the others just tryin, I represent my mother like baby stop cryin, I know my papa gone but guarantee to see her shinin (yeah), now you are
 lookin at New Orleans finest, now you are being blinded, by European diamond, and you were seein 2 or 3 times and, got your vision all fucked up, now you
 can't even find me, and I ain't even hidin naw, I'm right here baby, she wanna walk witcha, I'm like yea baby, party man with the shotty to his head
 rock-a-by his ass to sleep, rock it lay him down to bed
 I put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms homie, you ain't nuthin but a prop fish..
 
[Chorus]
 Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
 Mo Fi-ya, Mo Fi-ya Weezy.. Mo Fi- ya, I giver her, ....
 

MONEY ON MY MIND 


Yeah
 
[Chorus 2X with variations]
 Money on my mind
 Money on my mind
 Money on my mind
 Money money on my mind
 Money on my mind
 Money on my mind
 Money money on my mind
 So money is all I think of
 
Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe
 I'm lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
 Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R.
 Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich
 Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit
 Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick
 I know but trip and that forty make a chip
 Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip
 And the hustle was all muscle just strength
 When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift
 I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip
 Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist
 Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
 I whip coke like hoes nigga I'm a pimp
 Lil nigga bout to rape the market
 If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin
 
[Chorus]
 
[Hook: during chorus]
 Fuck bitches [3X]
 Get money [3X]
 Get money fuck bitches
 Fuck bitches get money
 Fuck bitches get money
 
Yeah
 Nigga get it in a slump if you know how
 In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
 What you know bout that baby its yo time
 Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob
 Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops
 Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots
 Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks
 He tell me I'm gainin weight I tell him I'm gettin paid
 Money over bitches I'm yellin it to the grave
 Developed at a young age go after what pays
 These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays
 I drop a car note in the mall on the first day
 I gotta get it even if its in the worst way
 That cake like it's it's my birthday
 New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
 Where moneys more important than the person
 Nigga
 
[Chorus + Hook during chorus]
 
Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar
 I'm diggin in the game tryna get some money out her
 I'm so vain its a problem
 It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest
 Got me a goddess sure how to divide it
 She still down and she don't get none of the profit
 We around the city let the tints hide me
 Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it
 Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you
 I make it run like horses do
 Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby
 I know its crazy but I can't get enough baby
 I love it I fuckin love it
 I'm a self made millionaire fuck the public
 Ridin to myself cause I don't fuck with nothin
 Pistol on my lap on the way to the money
 
[Chorus + Hook during chorus]
 

MONEY, CARS, CLOTHES 

(feat. Swizz Beatz)
 
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
 I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
 [Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
 Young mula baby, and the devil on the flow ha ha ha
 Young mullah baby, and the monsta on the hook ha ha, swizzy!
 Young mullah baby, streeetzz..
 [Lil Wayne] Damn I hate a old fake ass nigga
 Dats why you only see me wit some bape ass niggas
 We gotta eat early like break fast nigga
 New Orleans land of where yo gate pass nigga
 Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, on 4
 Pussy ass niggas wont survive no mo
 And the niggas say it is ours
 but it aint ours no mo
 From the deep part of the water where the divers wont go
 Hey sharks, sup piranhas,
 dem boys catfish, dem boys flanges
 I pop on grove, I roll around ya,
 hit ya wit that 2 2 step 10 times like ensenza
 Fuckin wit my..
 [Swizz Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
 I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
 Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
 I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
 [Lil Wayne] yea, yea, ha ha
 And fuck that fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that nigga pussy ass nigga
 Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets..
 T streets - fuck, what the fuck I look like
 Fuck my verse, nigga
 swizz got the hook right
 Asian let me catch em wit the beam an its cooked right
 Weezy be the crack in the jar and he shook right
 And im the nigga standin over the stove
 Wit a good price wit a b? ride bitch
 Drive bricks an book flights
 Good by bad days, hello good nights
 No my coke look like Carmelo?
 Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined
 2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9
 Its my life, my life, my mutha fuckin life
 And fuck one time its..
 [Swizz Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
 I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
 Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
 I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
 [Lil Wayne] ha ha. T streets, B A G swalla ha ha
 We young mullah baby yea..
 I murder that boy, I kill that bitch
 Straight burn ya body up like a skillet bitch
 I turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let bitch
 And ya stomach aint gotta hurt for you to feel dat shit
 So aint no love for no otha so say I fuck dem tricks
 Aint no loves flyin now besides birds of dem bricks
 Unless you talkin bout eagle dats the street I know
 The person now the routes to couldn't see my flow
 I clap a nigga 3 times, like the 3 syllables
 Word that I know, called (clap) hol - ly - grove
 Nigga fuck yo money, clothes, cars, hoes
 Kids, friends, and foes, and you and den I get back to the..
 [Swizz Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
 I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
 Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
 I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
 

MOST WANTED ROCKSTAR 

(Verse 1)

Ahh,
This time Ima give you the truth
the truth and nothin but the truth
So help me God,now bring it on come on
You little suckas, bring home my brass knuckles and beat the odds?
Keep me high baby keep me hot
Gravity has been re-defined
Saw you in my concert waiting in line
I was on my tour bus taking my time
Then I hit the stage after that I got paid
Then I hit the presidential suite and got laid
Women in the thub everytime y bathe behind my shades

(chorus)
And Take my pictureee
And hang it up against your wall,wall,wallll
Find me on top of your sisteeeer
???
For the most wanted rockstarrr
The most wanted rockstar
The most wanted, the most wanted rockstar

(Verse 2)
Im so at ease, no enemies, Please
you hate me but do you know that im a killa
An alien tell ?em suck my antennas
Ima mothafuckin winner, eat losers for dinner.
She can be my fairy, she can be my fuckin adversary
But if she talk she gon? have to get buried
Looked in the mirror ???
Shut up and ride bitch!

(Chorus)
Take my pictureee
And hang it up against your wall,wall,wallll
Find me on top of your sisteeeer
???
For the most wanted rockstar
The most wanted rockstar
The most wanted, the most wanted rockstar

(Verse 3)
My girls? Are black and so is my car
I fuck all day I don?t know bout y?all
Your girlfriend says she wanna go in my droughts
I got the bitch naked moan in my ???
Even though im not home
Man im so throw off the don?t know what im on
But I should lower my tone cuz im still the most wanted

(Chorus)
and Take my pictureee
And hang it up against your wall,wall,wallll
Find me on top of your sisteeeer
???
For the most wanted

MR. CARTER 

(feat. Jay-Z)
 
[Intro - Lil Wayne]
 I feel big, ya know what I mean
 Like not, not big in the sense of weight
 You know what I mean like gaining weight
 Or, nothin' like that, like, COLOSSAL
 Know what I mean like, uhhh (sigh)
 I heard you were lookin' for me?
 
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
 (Hey Mr. Carter) Hello
 (Tell me where have you been?) Eheh, You know
 (Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
 They've been wondering why?) I know, eheh
 (Hey Mr. Carter) Hey, Hello
 (Tell me where have you been?) Shitt, you know
 (Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
 They've been wondering why?) Hahaha
 
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
 Yeah
 To you forever, from me to you
 I heard somebody say "church!" I'ma need a suit
 I'ma need a Coupe, I won't need a roof
 Flyer then Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
 I got the flo, I'm tryna see the roof
 Didn't wear a buttletproof, so I got shot and you can see the proof
 Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth
 Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to
 God, not Beaver, neither you
 Cause I'ma murder, Y kill O and even U
 Man, I got Summer hatin' on me cause I'm hotter then the Sun
 Got Spring hatin' on me cause I ain't never sprung
 Winter hatin' on me cause I'm cooler than ya'll
 And I would never, I would never, I would never fall
 I'm been hated on by the seasons
 So fuck ya'll for hatin' for no reason
 
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
 (Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
 (Tell me where have you been?) Around the world and I'm back again!
 (Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
 They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'! Hah!
 (Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
 (Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
 (Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
 They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'! Ha
 
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
 Yeah
 I been in and out the bank bitch
 While ya'll asshole niggas been on the same shit
 I flush, and watch 'em go down the drain quick
 Two words you never hear "Wayne Quit!"
 Cause Wayne win, and they lose
 I call 'em April babies, cause they fools
 And when they snooze, We up!
 Feet up like a, Parap-liguck
 Or, paraplegic? I parallel park
 In that red and yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk
 Like I'm from Colli' Park, but I'm from Holleygrove
 Now all my bloods scream "soo woop! and Dadda-do!"
 I know my role, and I play it well
 And I wear it well, on my libra scale
 I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy leave it there
 Long hair dont even care
 
[Chorus - Jay-Z]
 Young!
 (Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
 (Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
 (Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
 They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'!
 (Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
 (Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
 (Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
 They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'!
 
[Verse 3 - Jay-Z]
 Shyea
 I'm right here, in my chair
 With my crown and my dear
 Queen B, as I share
 Mic time with my air
 Young Carter, go farther
 Go further, go harder
 Is that not why we came?
 And if not, then why bother?
 Show no mercy to Marcy, ya loggers
 Far from being the bastard that Marcy had fathered
 Now my name's been mentioned with the Martyrs
 The Biggie's and the Pac's, and the Marley's and the Marcus'
 Garvey, got me a molitov cocktail
 Flow,if you box well, can't stop the blows
 Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room
 The Dopebwoyy just came off the spoon
 Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-
 Pilot, where guys just, stare at my wardrobe
 I see Euros, that's right, pluriel
 I took so much change from this Rap game it's your go
 Young!
 
(Hey Mr. Carter)
 
[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne]
 It's my go, yeah
 And I'ma go so opposite of soft
 Off the rickter, heckter
 Camacho Man Savage, far from average
 Above Satus-
 quo,Flow, so, pro
 I know, I ride slow and when I pass
 They say "Whaddup killa man?" Stop bringing up my past
 And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z
 Don't forget Weezy Baby!
 
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
 (Hey Mr. Carter) Amen
 (Tell me where have you been?) Yeah
 (Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
 They've been wondering why?) Haha
 (Hey Mr. Carter) Amen
 (Tell me where have you been?) Hova!
 (Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Weezy
 They've been wondering why?) Baby!
 (Choir - Fade to finish)
 (Hey Mr. Carter) Hahaha
 (Tell me where have you been?) I been hustlin'
 (Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Hustlin' hard
 They've been wondering why?) Chyeaa
 
[Outro - Lil Wayne]
 And I swear to everything, when I leave this earth
 It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in this dirt
 And you can try me fucker, but when I squeeze it hurt
 Ahh, we'll lose two lives, yours and mine
 Gimme any amount of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve
 At the Funeral Parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve
 Gimme any amount of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve...

MR. MIKE TYSON FLOW 

uhhn! like mutha'fuck all yawl
 Mr.Mike Tyson flow,uppercut all yawl
 step into my ring bitches,ding ding bitches
 click clack pow pow ping ping bitches
 im the Dream 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 siry us us
 pe pi them try them and die when i say so
 Weezy F hardful red go like Craig go
 its all gravy tryna build like Lego's
 betta "Let Go My Ego!" with some breakfast on the table
 yea!! n i dont kno how fake feel nigga cuz all my life i been a real nigga
 fuck ya girlfriend fuck ya hommie too
 i drop bombs im in the booth in a army suit
 and im armed to shoot and imma marksmen too
 and you're the target "oops!"
 and everything gets better in time and time is forever
 and mutha'fucka its my time and im better
 
[Mike Tyson talking]
 
hoe i go so hard
 im so gone my I.D is a Post Card
 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 wat up blood!! what da lick read!?!
 5 star general and the 6 peed
 still hood like thick cheese bitch please
 him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze
 niggas betta trim trees
 simply shoot yours empty if b turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese
 folla me! a part of me!!
 fuck around n see a whole notha side of me
 i separate yo body with them hollow tips by allergies
 photographies,picture me in yo bedroom with a mask on
 pistol to yo head while you puttin yo pants on
 every man on offense single-tary defense
 super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit
 that is how i keeps it R.I.P Beepsy
 i do it how i do it cuz i kno my niggas see me
 and imma hold it down bitch hope 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 ohw!
 [Mike Tyson talking]
 
HAHAUHWH!
 fuckin right imma monster
 sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers or Sonia
 Mortal Kombat Street Fightin like E-Honda
 murk ya and da dummie dat signed ya wats reallly!!
 are ya plastic?,gasoline on ya contract
 fuck a pen i need a match fuck a bitch i need a patch of bitches
 yawl niggas act like a bunch of bitches blood bitches we be in there tubed up
 blood bitches young niggas young money young niggas fuck pistols
 we at yo window with scud mistles Young Carter!
 big nuts and they hung further than ya father's
 uhahaha!
 
[Mike Tyson talking]

MR. POSTMAN 

(voice)
I been standin here waitin' Mr. Postman
So-o-o patiently,
For just a card, or just a letter,
Sayin he's returning home to me
(Chorus)

(lil' Wayne)
That's right darlin'
Its ya baby baby! (hah)
I got her waitin on me
She lookin kinda fly
She see me walkin' up and she run to the mailbox
She say it's feels like she's up in a cell block
And I open her cell lock
Im the:

(voice)
Postman

(wayne)
Just come to make my mail drop
More masculine than him
Im nastier than him
Im passin her and him
And something faster than them
And then he like: damn there go that bastard again
He the:

(voice)
Postman

(wayne)
And she correct him
And I respect her
And he protect her
And she neglect him
And he caress her
And she molest me
He must be weak cuz me, I'm just the

(voice)
Postman

And when her man home,
Im the ghost, man
Why you think she holdin that pillow close man?
Why you think she wont open the bathroom door?
Shes no whore she want more of the

(Postman)

(Chorus)

(wayne)
(Yeah Baby)Girlfriend snatcher, i don't care if you're attached,
if that's her, then that's her,
and that's me to smash her,
now she hanging up her high ass skirt on the

(Postman)

(Haha),Yeah baby i got that comeback,
I'm at your walls like a thumbtack,
So miss humpback i know what to do with all that,
fall back, I'll put your center in the

(Postman)

That's big talk for a little guy,
But im walkin without reply,
She got her legs up, she tryin to walk in da sky,
She calling for god, and she callin on I
She said:

(Postman)

I'm like: "yea baby, im right here baby, he's here baby!"
She like: "yea baby!"
Here's a chain letter and some magazines, keep it clean,
He will never think it was the

(Postman)
(beat continues)
(Chorus)

Yeah she love my gangsta, she feel my swagger,
I'm there every week just to give her her package,
I,pick up her bills and I pick up her taxes,
You might find a few stamps on your mattress from the

(Postman)

She want young holly grove in a envelope, im her private note and
You aint gotta know, im her fantasy,
She always got letters on the canopy, waiting for the

(Postman)

No postal service i just got my social workin', and your girl is slurpin',
And this world is dirty, and your girl is nervous,
She give me head in a convertible im the

(Postman)

Kind and curtious, she love that in me, she love me in her,
And i love that plenty, it never fails,sorry homeboy, but you got mail, im the
(Postman)
(Chorus) (beat continues)