NEVER GET IT 

Yeah
Hat to tha front
Lookin' like I'm lightin' up a bat for a blunt
I'm stickin' to the script tryna kick it like a punt
My life is like a movie and I do my own stunts
I'm tha Birdman Jr. call me Young Baby
Could've been a killer but Cash Money saved me
Remember I was little but the cash money made me
Big dog bitch no tramp no lady
Young ass nigga had a thing for old ladies
But as I got older I began to like 'em younga
To Heaven's where I brung her
My wing she was under she say
Daddy they
Daddy they
Daddy they
Daddy they
Daddy they can't do it like you can
I get chips like Vegas and I am not a Blue Man
Too much ice on my wrist and now I got a blue hand
And if I sing "Prostitute" she gon' need some new pants
And if I sing "Pussy Monster" she gon' need a new man
Hello world I would like you all to meet me a new man
Ha body stay on top of ma summer like Susan and hustle
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Fillin' up my cup again
Where's that purple stuff again?
I can't get enough of it
Point me in the direction of a Swisha and I'm stuffin' it
Wit' that purple stuff again
I'm on some same color shit
After you do Wayne it's time to do Wayne's brothers bitch
I get money like a fuckin' Wayans brother bitch
I get chill with gurillas and stay away from the
Rattlesnakes
And the Jake's
And the fake
And the hate
Interstate 10 no cops in sight
And I'm comin' back wit' a whole flock tonight
Lord, don't let me get stopped tonight
Or I'ma have to shoot it out with the cops tonight I swear
And tell the jack boys not tonight
Cuz I ain't N'Sync but I will pop tonight
Yeah, that's right if you ain't got that price then go
That way,
That way,
We can't even negotiate
Big money heavy weight
On my way to Heaven's gates
Hope it be them open gates
Flow so appropriate
Don't associate me wit' the bullshit
One wish, I wish a mothafucka would trip
Like a engine I come from under the hood bitch
But now a nigga gettin' paper like a booklet
They ain't hope you wit' it
But now I took it and now they
Never get it
Never get it
Never get it
Never get it
Never get it back yeah that's my word
Bling bling in the dictionary, yeah that's my word
And for me Ja Rule baby just like Erve
Sometimes I still go through the hood just to kiss ma curb
'Cause I love that block nigga Eagle and Apple
O.G.'s, Young G's, Bettles, and Barrows
But God found me like a needle in a barrel
And I'm so ready for war cuz I'm a genius for the battle
Money on my mind, that's all I think of
Married to the game, never takin' my ring off
M.O.B. yeah that's my theme song
Smokin' two L's, rockin' bells like ding dong
Yeah I got my wings on
Flyer than the rest
I don't rest I keep goin'
I just I-G-nore 'em like
Anyway
Anyway
Anyway
Anyway
Anyway it goes I'ma get dough
And I should see the top the way I'm climbin' this pole
A nigga wit' a flu ain't rhymin' this cold
And nigga I'm hotter than a fire in a hole
Steppin' out my shower like a lion in a robe
Eyein' these hoes
Iron in my hol...ster, syrup, purp., cher
Let's elevate
And get away
Accelerate
And never hate
Dedicate this to the blue eyes and blonde hair
I'm on top of my green like a lawn chair
Don't worry I'm straight like arm hair
Don't worry I'm straight like combed hair
This world fucked my pops and I was born here
From tha cell to the jet call it Con Air
I told my niggas that we will see better days
Yesterday
And today is a better day
Celebrate

NEW CASH MONEY 

(feat. Brisco)
 
[Brisco:]
 I'm from de cocaine era, packs in my stroller,
 Two beepers and a flip, startech Motorola,
 Bally silts? Kangol tilts,
 Stand straight when the boss talkin, hush yo lips,
 My affiliates contract hits,
 I let da street declare war when you want dat beef,
 Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride,
 Loyalty came first and we dont switch no sides,
 Imma savage on the block, nickel rocks, and heroin hopes,
 I walked da ghetto like them, but I was takin my notes
 Certified goon, the locks on standby
 I just need a couple real niggas I can stand by (C.M.B.)
 A bad bitch wit hips
 And two niggas on the interstate takin them trips
 Im into carrots like Bugs Bunny
 Young Brisco, da New Cash Money
 
[Lil Wayne:]
 (Waaah) Reportin live from da booth,
 Im killin these bitches, Young Wayne ??,
 Untamed and loose, plus drank and juice,
 I was once a spark, into a flame it grew,
 I dont complain to you, dont complain to me,
 Erbody got beef and I just came to eat,
 Im in da game for D, if you in my lane I beat,
 I been runnin this shit and i aint neva sprained my knee,
 And guess who came home, Roney da OG,
 He still on paper, nigga we neva free,
 And fo my homie Streets imma twist one up,
 He cant even hit da kush he gotta piss in da cup,
 What is dis on my wrist, shit its sicker than uggh,
 Yo Brisco, there aint a sky bigger than us,
 Wats good im in diamonds is you tippin or what,
 I took ya bitch and she aint comin back to work fo a month, Weezy!
 
[Brisco:]
 Im in da all red slide spur?, sittin on Ashantis,
 Wit a bad red bone dat look somethin like Ashanti,
 [Lil Wayne:]
 Ok, Light brown, tan medina,
 Wit a, light brown thick thing like Trina,
 Um, you probably seen us,
 Rippin da streets up wit no top between us,
 [Brisco:]
 Your so genius,
 Dats my word you know I got you twin,
 You a real nigga dog, thanks for lettin me in,
 [Lil Wayne:]
 Yea, we in the game now and im bettin we win,
 And im da rapper landlord just collectin my rent,
 [Brisco:]
 I put da house on lil Bris, he gon eat dis year,
 stop fo da real niggas who aint see dis year,
 [Lil Wayne:]
 Open ya eyes, open ya eyes, cash money has a new face,
 And we go tie da shit up like a shoelace'
 [Brisco:]
 And dats me da young hood messiah,
 07 imma set da fuckin hood on fire
 

NIGHTMARES OF THE BOTTOM 

Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em
But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses
We in the same picture but we all got different poses
Na I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it
I try to slow down, and I get rear ended
Pause! Like a red light, I'm dead right!
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it"
Well call me clueless cause I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a course and I'mma shoot for Par
I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back man I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, Blood like a scar
Weezy F baby and the F aint for "Flaw"
uhhh...
uhhh...
yup! yup! yup! yup!

It's like I have it all
But I don't have to worry
Married to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me
If I knew I was going to jail I would have f-cked my attorney
If you sleeping on me n_gga, than I hope you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it
Yeah,
Now what we doing with it
keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it
Some say this game is a joke well I hope they get it
Ok, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point

Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor
uhhh,
Yeah
uhhh
and it

Call me killa cuz i make a killing
I got this shit wrapped up...bowin and ribbon
That's them twin Glocks, you can call em sibblings
and them bullets travel, better hope i keep dribbling
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These bitches think they're fly like Tinkerbell
but they all on my wire like string of bell
I let the Bee, you know how that stinger feels
know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
and I fuck up any track, train derail
know how to roll, never need training wheels
and when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
uhhh, all or nothing, or nothing else
I bleed reality, I should cut myself
just have a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth
and the "F" is for Fuck yourself
uhhh, yeah

And I aint doing nothin' but getting my share
Breathin' this air
If Miss Rochelle told me she gon keep me in her prayers
So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip than I'mma meet ya there
To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
Weezy F baby and the F aint for fear
Uhhh

NO LIE (FREESTYLE) 

I am sippin on that lean, Don't bring me no bottles hoe,
I make it rain so hard, flowers grow, Hollygrove, 4 baby mamas, no
baby mama drama, bad bitch at home sleepin, I go home and sleep
behind her, ugh, Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean
man, sittin on these motha fuckn millions like bean bag, fuck u don't
judge me, drug me then love me, eat me some pussy when I got the
munchies, I'm trippin, tell Pippen to beam me up Scottie, got pounds
of that Kush, watch me go on a diet, I'm so high, that's no lie, u pussy
ass niggas Massengill, I got them yellow Xanax, I slipped on a
banana peel, Trukfit t-shirt, Blunt dipped in syrup, pass that weed
around like some fuckn orderves, man I'm shitfaced and yo bitch
facin and she high too, fuckn right my #1 FAN, u know what that
means? Fuck All Night, UGH, (laugh) yeh.. Ima let that breathe, let
that breathe, ugh nigga I fuckd that bitch that's wit ya, and she send
me naked pictures if I was u I wouldn't kiss her ya know why? you
know why ugh, yeh, now all my bad bitches say word, u ain't Neva
trust no nigga, u ain't Neva sweat no nigga yeh, u don't want none
these niggas, bitch I ain't none these niggas, hoe, I be doin my own
thing, red bone wit a tongue ring, we get home and she go straight
for that head, gun range, fuck yo feelins, I'm feelin me, you want
real? That's real as me,  mask on, trick or treat, my sign say 'dick for
free', all my homies ride or die, all my bitches ride or die, I look her
pussy eye to eye then I suck that Motha fucka dry, yes lord, (laugh) ,
yeh, then she say 'yes lord' (laugh) yeh, Dedikation Fo(4) Hoe

NO WORRIES 

You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries) x3
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries) x3
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries

Tunechi in this bitch, e'rybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek
All these bitches think they're the shit, I sent them up shits creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It's ok if you turn up just don't turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang Piru, all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don't get dissed, you get disfigured
She sorry I didn't shave so that pussy is a little furry
I put that pussy in my face I ain't got no worries
Tunechi

You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries) x3
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries) x3
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries

We ain't got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar I say why you in a hurry
She say why you asking questions I say bitch you trynna be funny
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see your donkey kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bars
That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch it's Tunechi and I'm out here, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit would be a long story

You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries) x3
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries) x3
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries

NOT LIKE ME 


[Paparue]
 Original roughnecks, hear [laughing]
 Check!
 
[Chorus 2x]
 Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
 Nobody bust them heads like-a we
 Nobody could outshine we
 Tha whole CMR, CMR family
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 Look, it's little rhymecholy
 Legendary like Bob Marley
 17 ward superstar, feel me
 I tell ya, shorty million dollar, nigga
 Don't test, 'cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga
 Got my click behind me.. every step of tha way
 Hit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your face
 I'm a bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out!
 I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills
 You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiousity kills
 Send chills up my trigga finger, blast tha dummy
 'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta have tha money
 Take tha hit, even if it's below tha average money
 Got to make it through tha week, and feed my family uppy
 I'm just a lil' thug, what
 Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what
 And police don't even matter, they can suck what
 Tha price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what.. what
 
[Chorus]
 Nobody burn them blocks like-a we (nawww)
 Nobody bust them heads like-a we (hmmmm)
 Nobody could outshin we
 Tha whole CMR, CMR family ([Baby]What!) ([Pap.] For real!)
 
([Baby]What! What!)Nobody burn them blocks like-a we ([Pap.] nawww)
 Nobody bust them heads like-a we ([Baby] Say it, say it) ([Pap.] hmmmm)
 Nobody could outshine we
 Tha whole CMR, CMR family (For real!!)
 
[Mannie Fresh]
 Eeh, what, what
 What, you got a (?), 'cause of tha threats that you sendin' me?
 Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy
 I hear you tellin' people 'bout tha people you done
 But look, everytime I brought me to ya, you all about fun
 What made you bring a knife to a gun fight... now that's not right!
 Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight?
 Nigga, we use ta kick it like Tai Bo
 I don't know.. what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore
 Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low
 We use ta split chicken.. ride ta Texas and back
 I drive tha rental car while you drive tha Cadillac
 Shakin' like a pair of hot dice
 Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and police
 Niggas turn like fake gold.. sell they soul
 Treat'cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold!
 9-karat 44's, and Calicos
 Keep a clean nose
 And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes
 
[Chorus]
 Nobody burn them blocks like-a we ([B.G.] What? What?)
 Nobody bust (Stop!) them heads like-a we (What? What?)
 Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)
 Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (What?) family (What?) ([Pap.] Uh-huhh!)
 
Nobody burn them blocks (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] nawww)
([B.G.] What? What?)
 Nobody bust them heads (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] hmmmm)
([B.G.] What? What?)
 Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)
 Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) family (Stop!) ([Pap.] For real!!)
 
[Baby]
 Nigga outta line, get smoked
 I don't kidd, or joke
 Fuckin' with my B.G., off top I'm goin' broke
 I don't play with these niggas
 I get.. low down and dirty
 And have niggas' brains coverin' tha ground
 I'm tha number-one stunter, you don't want my trouble
 I'll have four niggas in your hood in my hummer
 I'm from back in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change
 
[B.G.]
 Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, tha price tha same
 
[Baby]
 My money long, but it don't run with tha airport
 I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort
 Hos love my grill, hos love my crib
 
[B.G.]
 These hos just love tha way that.. Baby live
 
[Baby]
 But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some taps
 Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back
 You don't want funk with me.. I don't think you do, nigga
 
[B.G.]
 We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew
 
[Baby]
 What!
 
[Chorus 4x]
 [fading out begins in 4th]
 

NOVACANE 

Raindrops from the clouds
 Sun lights up the sky
 Hummingbirds do fly
 [Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
 Ooh girl, I love you so
 Good lord almighty, I'm in love with a whitey
 I call her aphrodite, I call her when I need her
 And she give me good love til my nose start bleeding
 Life is just like moving mountains
 When I can't cope, I'm hittin' that slope
 That great white hope, and it aint no pressure
 I can't feel nothing, but I never felt better
 Hmm, but you were just no good for me
 Killin' me softly, that girl is poison
 Huh, I had to let you go, take things slow
 Just so you know
 [Chorus - Kevin Rudolf]
 I'll do it all again if I had the chance
 Don't feel the pain (don't feel the pain)
 Like novacane (like novacane)
 I'll take the whole world on, I'm feeling so strong
 Don't feel the pain (don't feel the pain)
 Like novacane (like novacane)
 Like novacane
 [Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
 You used to make me feel so good
 Like I was on top of the World
 Sorry I gotta stay away from ya
 But thats what the doctor prefferred
 My friends told me leave you alone
 And I just told em leave me alone
 
Its sad how our thing had to end, our reltationship was short and sweet
 Nia Long and I see her in the streets but I can't bring her home
 Man I was on her line all day, no phone, ha
 No Arm & Hammer in my Tony Montana and truth is
 [Chorus - Kevin Rudolf]
 I'll do it all again if I had the chance
 Don't feel the pain (don't feel the pain)
 Like novacane (like novacane)
 I'll take the whole world on, I'm feeling so strong
 Don't feel the pain (don't feel the pain)
 Like novacane (like novacane)
 Like novacane
 [Lil Wayne - Verse 3]
 Sweet sugar hill, Yeah I used to climb her
 I never imagined she turned out to be but a cheap thrill
 Thats when it turned sour, she gave me power
 The World was our's, I used to feel invincible on that flower
 But I had to change, yeah I had to change
 So I left her for a bitch named Mary Jane
 Now everything is cool, everything is fine
 Girl, I'm moving on, I left you behind
 Every now and then you pop up on my mind
 I might f-ck you one last time cause..
 [Chorus - Kevin Rudolf]
 I'll do it all again if I had the chance
 Don't feel the pain (don't feel the pain)
 Like novacane (like novacane)
 I'll take the whole world on, I'm feeling so strong
 Don't feel the pain (don't feel the pain)
 Like novacane (like novacane)
 Like novacane

OH NO 


[Intro]
 Oh No, No, Oh No, No
 Oh No, No, Oh No, No, Oh No, No
 
I play the bullshit from the backseat champ
 Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back
 Feet back stay from where the fake be at
 Niggas snitch for the shine where the patience at
 Nigga make his own brother face his back
 Give love and take it back
 Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back
 Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats
 Face the facts you can't change him can't shoot it if you can't aim it
 Can't miss him if he kill you then you can't blame him
 That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade him
 Get too deep up in that water and they can't save ya
 Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing
 And watch my step on a wet pavement
 Yea I'm from the hood so I rep 'em where I can't take em
 Holly Grove Holly Grove was his last statement
 So nigga get that look off your face
 And recognize you got a crook in the place
 They call me W-E-E crooked letter Y I'm so high
 I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
 Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch
 Leave you bloody with the cops to match
 Bullet holes in ya speakers from the chopper blast
 Like... Ha ha
 That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hopping back
 It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back
 No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this
 The clip sink down to the dick
 That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy
 Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
 When I hit every piece of ya visible body he leakin'
 Mortimer is no longer leapin' he sleepin'
 While you pussy niggas is sleeping he thinking
 Deep in thought the boy ain't even winkin'
 Bob Marley got me stinking
 Stacking figures I'm standing firm life's a slinky
 Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
 And the dope go inside of the veins from where I came
 Though I bear a name only one call live with
 Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it
 I'm sicker with it
 Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill
 What you know about a bongo having her mind go
 Over a convo about dough
 Nothing! Man the four wheelers look so good on the sand
 Tee or tanktop pocket fan
 No pocket knife, no handgun in sight
 Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat BOOM!
 Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price
 Cause to each its own and the lights is bright
 And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight
 I'm from Cita house big momma's house
 She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out
 And he ain't getting up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot
 Hold up the beat might drop
 
[Outro]
 Oh No, No, Oh No, No
 

ON FIRE 

Songwriters: Bellotte, Peter; Carter, Dwayne; Lyon, Andre Christopher; Moroder, Giorgio; Valenzano, Marcello Anton;Mama bad, mama mean, gasoline
She's on fire
Put her out, as a matter of fact, take her out
'Cause she's on fire

Got on my knees and ask my Lord
To keep me clear from the devil 'cause my girl
She-she's on fire
Yeah, but everything's so cool, yeah

But give me them back shots, I want them back shots
I said, shorty, let me play up in that matchbox
And she's on fire, yeah
Shorty, shorty let a nigga rub his stick against her matchbox

And she's on fire
She's steamin', she's screamin'
She-she's creamin'
She's feinin', I redeem it
I get between it like I mean it

Now hit me
And now she's on fire
I leave her stingin'
But everything is so cool
She's on

She hot as hell, let's call her Helen
Fireman to her rescue like 9/11
Fuckin' right, I make her hot
She got the devil in her, I do whatever with her
Hell's angel, I pluck her feathers, nigga

I'm am the fire spitter, I start a fire with her
Okay, her flame's high, but I am higher, nigga
So I invite her up and then I light her up

Mama bad, mama mean, kerosene
She's on fire
Put her out, as a matter of fact, take her out
She's on fire

Got on my knees and ask my Lord
To keep me clear from the devil 'cause my girl
She's on fire, yeah, but everything's so cool
She's on fire

Now hit me
She's on fire, yeah
She's on fire
I leave her stingin'
Yeah, and now she's on fire

But it's cool
Mama bad, mama mean, gasoline
She's on fire
Put her out, as a matter of fact, take her out
'Cause she's on fire

She's steamin', she's screamin'
She creamin'
She's feinin', I redeem it
I get between it like I mean it

Then I leave her stingin'
Now she's on fire
Steamin', girl
Girl, that was nasty

ON MY OWN 


[lil wayne]
 Eagle, eagle carter man
 In a 96 regal contraband
 On my way to the east to the laundromat
 Got to wash dat money and get on my ass
 Flip them bricks it be gone so fast
 I got to do something i done blown my last
 Dolla holla at ya boy i be on da ave
 In dat g pricko is what i am known to have
 If shit tend to be slow i put on a mask
 Make it halloween and take all ya bags
 I say Holly Hollygrove won't you go on and stab and
 Make these muthafuckas understand
 Look coach you pitching at me under hand
 But i am a designated hitter i adjust so fast
 Ya men designing women i am a one woman's man
 Cash money prince blow the trumpet man
 They say they want the drugs to stop but i am a major step back when my album drop
I got dat wet crack flow out ya mammi's pot i got dat i got dat jet black four at ya mammi's spot
 I am trying to get dat dough i demand it now
 You panic now , you betta panic down
 For the neighbors be over here tearing it down
 This is weezy f baby i am crowned the prince
 [reel]
 [hook - repeat 2X]
 This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own ,lets get it on
 
[lil wayne]
 And the hand gun is so included don't get it confused i want no confusion and keep ya hoe i
 Don't want your contusions
I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving
 A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
 Its money over bitches that i am going to keep provin'
 Its weezy f i got ya momma cruisin' out of all the hot boyz she say i am the coolest
 I brought my bag of oranges dis time to juice it
 It game is a bitch and i am trying to seduce
 I floss a awful lot and haters on trying to reduce it
 Put the laser on the 45 is iron you stupid
 On shot just to remind you nigga you dat fly lil nigga dats behind da trigger
 I am all chronic combined with liquor
 You will never see me like momma tigger
 An eighty's baby a fighting nigga , nigga i got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
 I am something you call pepper like a viking snake,see me over the viking stove i am lighting
 Bricks
 Or in the middle of the shoot out i am tighting clips
 Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs, are you catching my drift repersenting with
 My section on my belly and shit i am the prince
 [reel]
 [hook - repeat 2X]
 This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own ,lets get it on
 [lil wayne]
 So roll the carpet out cause you are fucking with a nigga from the royal south
 See you are either in or you are out and you out stay in because them warriors are out, because
 Those vultures, cops, and those lawyers are out
So i just open up the gate and let my holliers out
 No nigga i neva call your house i am probably some where taking Toya out
 Not answer my phone man ignoring ya spose
 She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth
 Hey i am ready to knock a boy in the mouth
 Give me the name naw better yet point him out
 Ai me and the streets got a joint accountiam from the streets dat you need to be warned about
 New Orleans woadie put the gat in your mouth
 And if we feed you with alot of iron it will flatten you out
 A few roaches but never had no rats in this house, never telling one another leave dat in the
 House
 I always been a small hustler moving my packing out
 If i ever run into some trouble send my savages out
 These niggas talking sweet i will get dem cavaties out
 I got graveyard flyers man i am passing them out
 Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now i am the prince
 [reel]
 [hook - repeat 2X]
 This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own, lets get it on