STUNTIN 

[DJ Drama]
 (Dramatic Nigga)
 
[Drake]
 Uh, well alright, here I go
 
I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he smoke
 But i don't need my vocal chords all i hit is C notes
 N.E.R.D flow i spaz if I'm prevoke
 I'm bout to change the fucking game, pass the remote.
 Money is everything, and it's every other thing
 I'm part of the choir and its the motto that my brother sing
 Cash is the right now, women are post game
 MoneyOverBitches dot com check the domain
 It's coming too soon, album on the way
 People ask me if i pray, i say yeah once in a blue moon
 Oops, i mean a red moon, i did it again to 'em
 Let me leave the station for your blood affiliation
 I say heavy metaphors, flow so overweight
 I could rap around these other youngin's like a cobra snake
 Frostbite drizzy nigga, nobody is cold as drake
 Keep yo ass inline, don't be tryin' to roller skate
 Fuck all the discrete shit, i get on some peep shit
 I am 21, tell me who do i compete with
 I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin hood love
 And i aint even talkin street shit
 Young angel, young lie and im done tryin
 I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' cause im buyin'
 It's on me, everything is on me
 And my girl is still down like shes fucking John B
 And when i go dumb, i tend to do dumb shit
 I just listen back and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet
 This for all the strippers cause i know they gonna bump it
 Tell her back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it
 Ain't no pistols here, yo money will disappear
 My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year
 Tax, brackets and back and forth faxes
 My money come in full circle, get up on my axis
 Maybe I'mma kill 'em only cause i promised
 They think I'm bein' cocky but I'm only being honest
 I'm swallowin' the goose, got a model getting loose
 And i never party less, i got some bottles and a booth
 I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this
 I'm just havin' patience cause i want it to make sense
 White cup, orange pop, Tennessee state shit
 Drop a 4 in it and appreciate the greatness
 
[DJ Drama]
 (Gangtsa, gangsta, gangsta.
 I just want y'all to remember,
 This is the first mixtape you bump,
 While you have a black president.)
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Yeah.
 Come on, pass the dro.
 I am such a beast, and you can ask them hoes.
 And they might even say you should leave me alone.
 Their only scared.
 Cause it gets like me.
 Stunting is a habit, I get it from my daddy.
 Just like Shaggy, I told that Boombastic.
 Im a rude bastard.
 I dont give a fuck about y'all.
 I aint talking marbles, you can pluck my balls.
 And yes I am falling, but up I fall.
 And if your bitch in heat, she can fuck my dog.
 I went from penny pinchin' to private planes.
 Never sat on any benches, I got in games.
 Starter Carter, ball harder.
 Ten girls, pent house suite, y'all order
 Whatever y'all please.
 Wine, crackers, and cheese.
 They take off their clothes and put on my tees.
 The supplement Im taking got me feeling mighty
 my gun and money dont split, call that shit Siamese.
 Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze.
 Your girl bless me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze.
 Cheap ass apartment, just the kitchen I need.
 And eighteen Gs is why the chicken crossed the street.
 What you know about it? My nigga so about it.
 If we kill everybody, they can go to court about it.
 Weezy. I ignore the liars.
 Baby, I ignite the fire.
 I am Michael, Michael Myers; leave your body in the dryer.
 Got the shotty on the side of me.
 My bad boys follow me.
 Im a bad boy, obviously.
 Pop one at your ivy league.
 I dont have a rivalry.
 If so, you have a cosulty.
 Oops, I meant a casualty.
 Oops, I meant catasrophe.
 Oops, I meant actually, you niggas is just ass to me,
 And big, wet, pussy is more like what Im rathering.
 Welcome to the gathering.
 Welcome to the burying.
 Or I hang you on the wall like an art gallery.
 You got short salary.
 and I got long money.
 I got cash money.
 I got young money.
 Bitch.
 
[DJ Drama]
 (See, I told y'all it was going to be worth the wait, right?)
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Dedication three. Chris fuck wit me.

SURE THING 

kush and a swisha
money over b*tches
never kill a women
unless she a witness
all about my business
survival of the fittest
she let me hide my weed in her titties
b*tch i got the cash in a rubberband
i got the glock already cocked, BOOM!
f*cking with a n*gga meet my motha f*cking goons
sorry for the wait carter 4 coming soon
light it up cause imma smoke good
she tried to deep throat, i f*cked around and choked her
its young money motha f*cker game over
shots leave ya body looking like you doing yoga
and Lord knows i am a sinner pain pills for dinner
b*tch i am getting money like i got a money printer
i got a chopper and a trimmer shootin like jimmer
you coming in that water boy you better be a swimmer

i aint worrying bout yall sitting in my hole
while miss anita baker say you bringin me jaw
i came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys
and we all yell f*ck you b*tches and kept goin
i am on and thats right baby
i aint goin out this b*tch without a fight baby
one request please dont bite baby
i got some bomb ass pussy from this white lady
i aint lying im gonna shine like a nickel or diamond
i smoke a lot of weed to keep them b*tches off my mind
girl stop talkin that shit go and suck a n*gga dick
for a new outfit
and even if the sky come fallin
i got faith in my weed man
but lil n*ggas got yay by the bean bag
hit ya ass from side like a screen pass
and that red bandanna is the team flag
yeah, all up in your f*cking face
tez pushed the album back sorry for the wait

SWAG SURFIN 

No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
Bitch I'm bad,
I'm worse
I pass the purp',
Don't fuck with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk,
I swear I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse
OK I spazz, I curse
You last, I'm first
I'm on yo' ass, like dirt
Behind that cash, get murked
I'm talkin' big shit nigga, join my hit list nigga
What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit piss nigga
Shoot the witness, nigga
Whole court in the streets
And convict this nigga
Old dickless nigga
Man im runnin' with the blucka
Young Money muthafucka
You think we won't do our thang..
Well ain't it sunny in the summer?
And we coming for the commas
And whoever among us
And you know Imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I said T.I hold ya head
And Mack hold ya head
Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds
Until my bloods, cold red
Man you know how we play it
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I gotta pay it
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit
Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches I ain't promised tomorrow
Not when they kicking it with me like no mo' garciaparra
Flute rollin' killer plants, like the tool shop of horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like Toccara
Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes
Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed

I love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor
Gotta take care of them kids, man I know you heard Obama
And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard
I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard
Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack yards
Bitch I ball hard, breakin' all the back boards
Pretty boy Floyd step up I will crack yours
And even at the White House we pull up at the back doors

Walk around like im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls
In the Porche 911 like emergency calls
Man i just be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls
Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin' two logs
Young Moula we the new shit and new draws
Now get off my dick, I ain't fucking witcha
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston
Red bone do me good, then her friend or sista
I mean her bitch, she never met her best friend or sister
I leave that pussy Microsoft like Windows Vista
Young toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe
Bullet in your boy memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who i do it fo', Eagle Street right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck wit Holly Grove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' that they be where Imma go
Take a nigga gale and make her come give me a private show
Still long hair, don't care, like a Navajo
I'm the hardest shit go in your ass and search
I smash this verse, so I swag and surf
No Ceilings
Ahah

SWIZZY (REMIX) 


[Lil Wayne:]
 Voo Voo Sha Ay Wa BitcheZ (Showtime)
 Re Re Re Remix [x4]
 (You Know What Time It Is Right)
 [Swiss Beats:]
 Chilling In My Beama
 [Lil Wayne:]
 Sitting In Me Phantom
 [Swiss Beats:]
 Listening To Either
 [Lil Wayne:]
 Listening to the Anthem
 
[Wayne:]
 Weezy da bama wat my bama
 Your girl wit me so i fan she dont answer
 He so sweet make her wanna lick the rapper (this is the remix)
 So i let her lick the rapper
She take care of me
And the homeboyz after
 Jumpoff Jumpoff the girl a jumpoff
 I love the snort of mountains
 And she get jumpedoff
 Jumpoff Jumpoff you know she a jumpoff
 Pull my dick out and watch her jump on jumpoff
 You make it so hard when it all so basic
Chevy grill look like a set of new braces
 Southside baby
We outside baby
 Smoking on this bitch like Popeyes baby
 

TALK 2 ME 

Now shawty lets get down to business
if you want it you can get it
all you gotta do is hit me and its on.
I know it's been a minute and
you ain't got time for gimmicks
but i come into my senses
I was wrong.
When you roll like me,
on your own like me
you will wake up all alone
and you will see
Im at a all time low
we dont talk no more
cause i want you back i need you girl
its all i know.

Now, talk to me talk to me, talk
walk wit me walk wit me, walk
I know theres things that we said
how can we stop and leave on
how can we ruin something so perfect so fluent
we was young, we was dumb
we aint know we was doing

but now that we older, older
lets take this thing slower, slower
reset the button, button
and start it all over, over
i cannot stop what i feel

you aint a notch in my belt
I aint go lie to you girl,
I want you all to myself

and forgive for being a stinge
Ill take you out to places that
ya swear ya never been before
why is this so difficult
this should be the easy part
believe me if ya need me
aint no way we finna keep apart

no matter where I go
no matter who im with
ill always think of you
cause baby you the shhh
i love your body girl
theres no deny'n that
i wil not rest i will not sleep
like an insomniac

I'll keep you up all night
you know I get it right
i give it to you fast or slow
or any way you like
so give it one more chance
now how you want it
if we pick up where we caught it
we can finish what we started, girl.

TALKIN' ABOUT IT 


Yeah, Yeah, okay,
 Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money.
 N**** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'.
 See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject.
 (Man they just) talkin bout it [x2].
 And I'm on the streets with it [x2]
 See where I come from, you gotta be about it.
 And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it.
 
Okay, uhh, it's weezy baby like the last s***, a big car and a bad b****.
 Uhh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked, these n***** ballin' by accident.
 Uhh, keep talking make em' f*** up ya bodies and ya homies tell your mom it was an accident.
 Huh, fast money I'm the fastest, I got that hustler's pass-ion.
 Ya know, dem boys back at the a** end, and I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in.
 
Yeah, Yeah, okay,
 Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money.
 N***** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'.
 See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject.
 (Man they just) talkin bout it [x2].
 And I'm on the streets with it [x2]
 See where I come from, you gotta be about it.
 And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it.
 
Okay, there's been a murder, b**** I make a killin', insurance papers in a safe, money in the ceilin'.
 Huh, I got a pillowcase full of pistols, come through a n**** house and aim at the pillows.
 Huh, yeah wake up wake up, f*****' with them boys you could wake up taped up, ya dig?
 Now go on and drink that lake up, stick em' in the trunk and let em' feel that bass pump.
 These n***** is nuts, man that m14 leave you physically f*****.
 These n***** is ducks, and you can call me scrooge cause I'm swimmin in bucks. B****!
 
Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money.
 N***** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'.
 See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject.
 (Man they just) talkin bout it [x2].
 And I'm on the streets with it [x2]
 See where I come from, you gotta be about it.
 And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it.
 
Yeah, yeah, too hot, too cold, I'm-I'm red hot blue cold.
 Yeah, and I could melon out your fruit bowl, all my guns black, I got true soul.
 Yeah, and I call my coup a black pantha, graaaa graaa graaa, and that's the gat anthem.
 And if a n**** play with family for that matter,
 I'm a smoke so many n***** I'm a catch cancer,
 yeah and if I step up out this benz-o, you know I'm comin' with a gun like a nintendo, they soft, them n***** fallin'
 when the wind blow, when I'm rollin' up my window.
 F*** 'em!
 
Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money.
 N***** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'.
 See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject.
 (Man they just) talkin bout it [x2].
 And I'm on the streets with it [x2]
 See where I come from, you gotta be about it.
 And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it.
 

THA BLOCK IS HOT 


[Lil' Wayne]
 Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what
 
Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man
 Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand
 We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and
 Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised in
 Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and
 rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and
 do it for the real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers
 EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
 Ain't no love for them busta, no pimp for no coward
 No respect for no stunt, and no money without power
 We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour
 Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour
 Some niggaz like that powder, fold it up what they drain
 Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins
 From the home of the game, jackin and crackin brains
 Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne
 
[Chorus: B.G. and Juvenile, Lil' Wayne]
 
[Juve:] Nigga you got that llello?
 [B.G.:] Well cook something nigga
 [Juve:] Nigga you let them K's go?
 [B.G.:] Well bust somethin nigga
 [Juve:] Are you duckin that law?
 [B.G.:] You better run from em nigga
 [Juve:] Are you playin with that raw?
 [B.G.:] Well won't you front somethin nigga
 [Wayne] Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
 Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
 Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
 Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha..
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 See where I'm from we keep our guns out
 Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, cause we be thugged out
 It's time to floss, two big bodies on Broad South
 and they got quarter staffs and birds that run the house
 It's all good in the hood hustlin like illegal
 Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, like for them people
 Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
 End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
 This everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder on top, boy
 It's the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys
 We don't know what be goin cause we so blunted from trees
 and we'll be round ya all day til it's "400 Degreez"
 And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit
 They got a nigga that own the sto', he flippin out off that broad
 Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure, your door is locked
 Cause this ain't nuttin proper, cause Tha Block, is jusssst Hot
 
[Chorus]
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 See watch your step on my section, gotta walk like, talk like
 Where they shot out all the street lights
 So you can't see what nobody be like
 And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence
 Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin to be presidents
 And ever since the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y'all
 So you better watch what y'all playin wit
 Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all
 They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
 Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug
 It's street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spots
 When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts
 Callin weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk
 We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
 Call out for that caper, won't hesitate to kill a man
 Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam
 Tie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his drawers
 ... tch, one move blow his cactuses off
 
[Chorus]
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot
 Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot
 Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
 Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
 Nigga WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot
 Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot
 Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
 Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
 Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn
 My block on fire, nigga what about yours?
 Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn
 My block on fire, nigga what about yours?
 The block is hot ha ha ha ha
 

THA BLUES 


[Lil Wayne]
 Come on, come on
 Come on, come on, come on, come on
 Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?)
 They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh)
 Look-
Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's
 Forty-fours under my clothes - I'm drunk and blow
 And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers
 Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters
 I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba
 for the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer
 (??) from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
 And make me run in your place and take your pops away
 See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay
 So I can get it understood and have you chopped today
 And not to say I could even hit your block and spray
 And try to knock all the bone structure out your face
 Stick a potato on the head of my nine - it's deadly quiet
 Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig
 The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all
 Young or old, nigga, big or small
 Ain't nothin' nice
 
[Hook (Lil Wayne)]
 Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
 Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
 And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
 And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Look-
 Now we all do dumb things
 Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em
 I'll murder his father right in front of him
 None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout
 Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out
 I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples
 Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces
 (????) off the meters
 Don't leave without the heaters
 Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas
 You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and millimeters
 Run up on your family and pop your senioritas
 A lot of Hennessy - just twist that lil' baby
 Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby
 This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy
 Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me
 Seventeen Carollton - mess with me, I bury one
 Three-eighty - I carry one
 Come to kill up everyone
 What!
 
[Hook (Lil Wayne)]
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cop
 And niggas be like Q-tip 'cause they breathin' stop
 Believe or not, the ki's ten G's (??)
 Until I die I pullin' ego that be's the block
 And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot
 And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop
 I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot
 And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots
 Follow me - everybody in the family die sourly
 Niggas drop hourly - ruinin' your economy
 Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me
 Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me
 I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman
 Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men
 A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire
 Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house
 
[Hook (Lil Wayne)]
 

THA HEAT 


[Lil Wayne talking]
 Fuck with me, you know what it is
 
[Hook 2x]
 I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
 The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
 I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
 I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
 
[Verse One]
 Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
 Murder my enemy love thy brotha
 And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
 Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach
 You niggaz better take side with young money, Cash Money
 You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
 I'll be around when the times get ugly
 When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
 The magazine empty and the nine stop busting
 I bang my fist till my palms get bloody
 Cuz I'm a monsta man
 I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam
 I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
 I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
 I will fire and drop a hater rite where he stands
 I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands
 
[Hook 2x]
 I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
 The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
 I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
 I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
 
[Verse 2]
 Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's
 Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am
 So ready for whateva that awaits me
 Run up in your place wile you're sleepin await the
 Calicoes, ak's, Uzi-machines
 Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees
 I am takin names, so who wanna leave
 Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
 I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
 And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin
 AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
 Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
 And I be right where I am mista
 Me and my damn pistol
 Me and my girlfriend
 In this world alone, so bring it on
 And umma have to sing you this song nigga
 
[Hook 2x]
 I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
 The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
 I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
 I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
 
[Verse 3]
 I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do
 With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo
 Shhh the silence will speak to you
 Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe
 Like Bang! Bang! say breathe nigga breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his tee
 Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest...Clear!
 Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left
 Life is short enjoy what eva's left
 Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death
 In less than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty
 Three feet from my waist
 Three inches from your faces
 Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate
 I'll pop till your shit separate like eewww!
 
[Hook 2x]
 I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
 The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
 I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
 I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
 

THA MOBB 


Yeah... hard body (hard body)
Carter carter Carter yeah
Lets go

Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side
They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide
Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombing
'Til they getting out the game it's like coming out of a coma
I'm tryin... but I'm normal when this rap shit get boring
All I ask is that you pray for me (Please)
And the beat keep crying and I'mma keep beating her
Fee I'm fucking her I'm deep in her sleep in her
And what happens when the reaper come (huh?)
I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up
I made enough I ain't meant shit
So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this (nigga!)
Breakfast yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner
To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushing in
Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold
Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert
Carter II tell me how is you gon' stop a riot
I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!)
I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!)
Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (GO!)
I'm here muhfucker make room... BOOM!
Young Tune the big kahuna
It's my ocean baby y'all niggaz is tuna
Better now than sooner junior
Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya
I ain't going nowhere special I won't never leave
Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave
Game get rid of me? Not little me
Man I got 'em I'mma get 'em B (I got 'em B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat
I want it like I didn't see a meal before seventeen
What the fuck you niggaz telling me?
You pups can't keep up with the pedigree
Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies
Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but whats new?
Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop
Get fucked so many times 'til it's fuck you (fuck em!)
So how you wan' do it baby we can get it
All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit it
Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver
I'mma ride baby 'til the judge give me a verdict yeah
Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it
Cause everytime I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah
Now I kill it the mission accomplished
The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished
Then they pay homage when did they find it but
Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so
They don't forget it I underline it and
I'm in the sky when the thunder's crying young'n
I been through all that I done done what you saying
I put it down when the others was playing
When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders
Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions
Quote unquote with the eighth I'm a gorilla but lighter
Wit the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah
Start 'em ignite 'em I walk through fire
Watch the flames start multiplying whoo! yeah
Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga
Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga
I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga
Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite
Fork in the road I'm always going right
Nowadays knowing life ain't no more road lights
We can't see but we gon' make it to the finish line
It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line
Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines
Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times
Damn then one more to the face (BOW!) just
So they close the casket like I pay to close the case
I'm made straight mafia shit front line
Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit
If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich
So fuck 'em I'mma let 'em sit
And I ain't ducking cause I'm right here I'm just enough
I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm stepping up
See you fucking up the money baby that ain't good business
You starting to look like a witness and this is
For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes
Crossover whatever mainstream know
Cause Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold
You heard it right here if the game was ever told
Lift up ya toes and look under a rug
Trust me there's history under all that dust
So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?)
Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front
Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt
Lets eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut
What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch
Thats real shit if you ever seen such
Chuch

Tha Mobb
nigga