3 PEAT 

Songwriters: Brooks, Vau Shaun; Carter, Dwayne;Yes sir! They can?t stop me!
Even if they stopped me, ha ha ha, yeah

I?m on it, ooh I?m on it
I?m so on it, however you want it
You can get it tonight hoe and all night hoe
I get the beat from, Mistro, a fucking right hoe

I might go crazy on these niggas I don?t give a motherfuck
Run up in the nigga house and shoot his grandmother up, what!
What? I don?t give a motherfuck get cha baby kidnapped
And ya baby motherfucked

It's Tha Carter III bitch, better put ya supper up
Hollygrove, I throw it up, like I'm tryna lose my gut
Fuck is up, beat him up, like a million uppercuts
Got a million duffled up for the fuck of it

Shit, get on my level, you can?t get on my level
You will need a space shuttle or a ladder that?s forever
However I?m better if not now, then never
Don?t you ever fix ya lips unless you 'bout to suck my dick

Bitch swallow words, taste my thoughts
And if it?s too nasty, spit it back at me
Two more inches I?d've been in that casket
According to the doctor I could have died in traffic

Bounce right back on them bitches like Magic
Abracadabra, I?m up like Viagra
I just do this shit for my click like Adam Sandler
I control hip hop and I'ma keep it on my channel

Watch me! Bitch, watch me!
Bitch, watch me, but they cannot see me
Like Hitler it?s the New Orleans Nightmare
Money so old it?s growing white hair

Young Money baby, yeah we right here
I?ma make sure we ball till we fall like tears
And mama don?t cry, ya son can handle his
I got her out the hood and put her in the Hills

Yeah, when I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough I got Miss Cita in a better place
When I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough we did exactly what I say

I told my girl when you fuck me, better fuck me good
'Cause if another girl could she gon' fuck me good
No sitting at the table if you bringing nothing to it
And I get straight to it like it's nothing to it

Yeah, I got game like Stuart Scott
Fresh out the ESPN shop
And when Sports Center popping, every thing stopping
But you can?t fool me I know what you watching

Me! You watch me
You watch me 'cause I be
Weezy, must see TV
C3!

Nigga that?s me and I?m me
I?m me, times three
So retreat or suffer defeat
I?m back, 3 Peat!
C3!

30 MINUTES TO NEW ORLEANS 

Ok, Gucci backpack, fresh black Adidas
I'm rolling on a pill, rolling up some reefers
Declining all the Keishas, replying to the Kims
Still knocking boots like hammers on timbs
I'm a motherfucker baby, Weezy F. Baby
Yeah I get it wet and I keep it wet baby
I can make a dyke say she leaving that lady
I can make a lady say she leaving that pussy ass nigga
That gave her that baby, now she with
Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby
Hahaha, Weezy F. Baby, hahaha, yeah, like
Whatcha gon', whatcha gon', whatcha gon' do?
When Nina Ross come and put that pussy on you
You probably still a virgin, I'mma bust your little cherry
And I'mma come through in something so cherry
And I'm sittin' on Pirellis, pumpin Machiavelli
Showed you girlfriend my house she think I live a telly
Just bought a jet I'm 'bout to take that bitch to L.A.
Bitch I never met I'm 'bout to meet that bitch in L.A.
Ooh, I'm feeling myself, I'm so fly shawty think I really fly stealths
I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths
And I'm feeling my belt, And I'm feeling my sneaks
'Cause I don't see them on anybody
Got the Semi by me for anybody
Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown
Eastside, I'm lighting up two blunts at one time
And I thank God I can say fuck one time
I'm sippin' on two cups at one time
And I thank God I can say fuck one time
Fuck one time, fuck one time, fuck one time, thank God
Louis V. bag, all black hammer
Louis V. shoes with the Louis bandana
The Louis phone case with the sidekick case
My foot L.V. on the side of my bitch face
Man I'm a dog, I go so hard
Man I'm a dog, 'bout to come in your yard
'Bout to, 'bout to cum in your lady
Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby, hahaha
Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby, hahaha
And Young Mula Baby, can't forget that
How would you do that?
I beat that track 'til that bitch be black
It's Weezy F. the monster, even F your mama
Even ex your mama, leave you next to mama
You are so pussy gonorrhea's your aroma
Blind gynecologist could see that your vagina
Me, me, me turn beef to bologna
And you go around me like a Honda
Better yet she ride me like Travis Pastrana
Fuck the X Games, it's ecstacy games
Show me a mirror 'cause I'm so glad to meet Wayne
And I'm feeling myself, So fly shawty think I really fly stealths
But I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths
But I'm feeling my belt, I'm feeling my sneaks 'cause
I ain't never seen them on anybody
Got the Semi by me for anybody
Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown
Eastside!

500 DEGREEZ 


[Lil Wayne talking]
It's the real shit, yeah
500 Degreez this time biotch
Yes sir, you already know

[Lil Wayne verse 1]
You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack
Bitch niggas where ya hearts at?
Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us
Bitch niggas where ya cars at?
They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?"
I'm about to bring CMR back
And all the lames, we done lost that
And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back
I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back
"Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back
And the wheels on my car you got all of that
Stop playing, I've been balling jack
You don't want my glock spraying ? I hit all them cats
You don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats
I get all them gats ? Fresh and B it's all a rap!
If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that?

[Chorus]
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
You don't want to fuck with Weezy

[Lil Wayne]
Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up
Don't even go there round
Niggas get your cash up
We probably need to clash up
And shit got me 'bout ass up
They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up
It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up ? and guess what
And I heard they got a nice chain
And for the right price I'll bust the right brain
And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang
Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling
Riding through the city just me and my friend
Friday night special, professional tight aim
A gangsta is who you hearing
Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling
I'm more real than, I got more scrill than
Got more skill than them there
I'm a Cash Money Millionaire

[Chorus]
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy

[Lil Wayne]
Baby let me get the keys to the rover
No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover
So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party
Than the after party
Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch
Fuck a bachelor party
Don't go to rapper parties ? I'm no rapper man
But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam
And all my people tote chrome ? we some monsters man
We gone mob to the promise land
I bought big ? I'm a Tymer man
Son of a Stunna ? still a girl fuck with a hustler!
Weezy keep it gutter for ya Baby Bubba
Baby blue Mercedes Coupe ? Got it bullet proof
Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof
You're fucking with a big dog, nigga fucking woof
Mr. S-Fucking-Q ? I'm the fucking truth
Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice fucking ooohf!
That's 500 Degreez!

[Chorus]
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Bitch get your mind right, Bitch get your mind right

6 FOOT 7 FOOT 

Songwriters: Dwayne Carter;Shondrae Crawford;William Attaway;Irving Burgie;Peter Pankey Lyrics

Featuring: Cory Gunz

Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch

Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia and I am the commissioner
You don't want start Weezy 'cause the F is for finisher

So misunderstood but what's a world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her

Life is the bitch and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture
You know father time, we all know Mother Nature
It's all in the family but I am of no relation
No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation

Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner ups
I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch

I'm going back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes so I couldn't blame Tammy

Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self-defense
Swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins
Niggas think they He-Man, pow, pow, the end

Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt

Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
But these muthafuckas talking crazy like they jaw broke

Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya
Try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor I enjoy 'em while they still ripe

Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
If these niggas animals then I'ma have a mink soon
Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all

And I call it like I see it and my glasses on
But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing
You don't know the half of it

Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her

You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would kill for
Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend

I played the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me and you'll be all over the flow like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba

And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
I be macking 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler

Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these fuck niggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause

To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love?
Keep throwing my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side,
'Cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch

I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard?
Gunna

A MILLI 

Songwriters: Carter, D; Crawford, S;(A milli, a milli, a milli)

I?ma millionaire
I?m a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn?t fair
I?ma venereal disease like a menstrual bleed

Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind
Cuz I don?t write shit cuz I ain?t got time
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mothafucker a copper
Got da Maserati dancin? on the bridge pussy poppin?
Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can?t catch ?em, you can?t stop ?em
I go by them goon rules if you can?t beat ?em then you prop ?em

You cant man ?em then you mop ?em
You cant stand ?em then you drop ?em
You drop ?em cuz we pop ?em like Orville Redenbacher
Motherfucker I'm ill

A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrierre
Like smoke in the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini
Hopin' them crackers see me like, "Look at that bastard Weezy?

?He's a beast he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem"
Okay you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit
Call him Dennis Rodman

Call me what you want bitch
Call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private
Damn I hate a shy bitch

Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch
Yeah nigga, that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised, bitch

It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
And I'm o.k., but my watch sick

Yeah my drop sick
Yeah my glock sick
Am I not thick?
I'm it
Motherfucker I'm ill

See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at?
Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil? Wayne
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame

Now who that wanna do that, boy you knew that chew that swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour

And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour

Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery
Even Gwen Stefani say she couldn't doubt me

Motherfucker I say like face shit without me
Chrome lips pokin' out, the coupe look like it's poutin'
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Bitch, I will turn a crack rock into a mountain
Dare me

Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me, but they hear me
They don't feel me, but they fear me
I'm illie, C3

ABORTION 

[Chorus (x2)]
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker
[Hook]
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion
[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning, d*ck rock hard
Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award
You can save your bullshit on your memory card
If this real n*gga business, then you n*ggas unemployed
Jumped on the celly, called Machiavelli
He says he was gravy, I say I was jelly
Looked in the mirror, said "You's an ill n*gga"
Then I ran to the money like track and field n*gga
Now I think I'll have me a coffee with six sugars
In a world full of ass-kissers and d*ck pullers
I'm tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked
I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets
Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude
The hate is music to my ears, I got my dancin' shoes
Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to
But I just built a house on "I don't give a f*ck" Avenue
[Chorus]
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker
[Hook]
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant

We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion
[Verse 2]
Down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed
Life is a gamble better check the point spread
And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head
I'm so sick of these n*ggas, I need meds
Smoking on a hallelujah, thank you Jesus
Help me focus on the future and not the previous
Double R, I'm a rebel with a reason
Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon
Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees
Underground shit, I see myself as a seed
Living in the glass, and everybody's looking
But how can you get the picture, if you don't know who took it?
This current affairs, but who the hell cares?
Everybody's fighting over positions, musical chairs
On the road to redemption, go on and use a few stairs
I'm just f*cking ready so I come prepared
[Hook]
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion
[Bridge]
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Life is a roller coaster, but still unfair
A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes
But since it is in disguise, we don't know that it's there
[Chorus]
And I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker

I know your name...

ACT A ASS 


[Intro]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

You know them hoes love Weezy
Sticky, pimp small, long hair, big dick
Weezy bring to y'all
Don't y'all lip quit
Put your lips on this dick
Let me get on some livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be fuckin' the squad
I ain't got no loves for broads
I ducks and dodge
I grab 'em, on they butts and all
She fucks my dog
Slut sucks nuts and all
And nothin' small
This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall
Call my hoes to get salami, cuz they brush the balls
Let Weezy bust they jaws
Never have no picks and chooses
Cuz I hits and lose 'em
And go to the hotel and switch for ruggy
Like a hot, spicy, fire, project girl ta duck wit me
I'm so gangsta pussy chick don't wanna fuck wit me

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.]

[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit

[B.G.]
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, start all over again
And work your jumpin'

[Both]
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it

[Verse 2: B.G.]

That's right, act a fool bitch
Do what you do hoe
After I finish don't get up gotta let Weezy go
You get your props your pussy fire, girl you a pro
So when I'm speakin' I'm creepin' and come get some mo'
You better recognize, you better realize
This is the nigga Geezy, I ain't nothin' nice
Love when you reach out grab, stuff it straight your mouth
Start suck it 'til that middle come out
Ride me (ride me), put that dick inside you (inside you)
After that wiggle your ass and make that juice move
I'ma donkey (donkey), better yet a veteran (veteran)
At the same time I can fuck you and your best friend
The Number 1 Stunna, Baby you wit me
Bump in my head never let a bitch play me
Always get the tec nigga fuck 'em all
Wrap a chain 'round ya neck and walk it like a dog

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.]

[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit

[B.G.]
A c'mon, Tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, and show me somethin'
Put that dick down bitch, start fuckin'
And do your jumpin'

[Both]
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

See now when Lil Wayne put that dick down
Biznites can't even walk or even sit down
Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now
That Rum got me feelin' real good
The dick hard like real wood
I put it in slow and work it real good
This Lil nigga have a lot a sex
So do me slow, get out the Prada dress
Come when you wanted to like private jets
I'm on blast ma', why you take it slower than its fast time
Flip ya back over, make that ass right
Weezy make ya suck it then taste
That's how the pimp play
Make her friend eat me in this bitch up like shrimp plates
Bounce it in and put a rollin' on A.I. fish black
I got 2 more 'nites is you wit that
Fuck it let's go, when we pop out Lil Moe
Drop the top part of the 'Dro
Later on I'm touchin' the throat, bare wit it
Where them hot girls that like that nasty shit
Make'em act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.]

[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Ya Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit

[B.G.]
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, then start fuckin'
And do your jumpin'

[Both]
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it

[*Repeat 'til end*]

ACTION 

Go!
I'm in love with a beauty
She is a cutie
Somebody say they saw us kissin' in da movies
We had a drink or two
We saw Rush Hour Two
Then we went home and we made our own movie

[Chorus:]
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

[verse 1]
Like OoOoOo it's goin' down in dis bitch
Like a boxer in the first round in dis bitch
1-800 I would dicky down in dis bitch
Uptown in dis bitch don't make a sound in dis shhhhh
Now let me whisper in ya ear every single word your little ear wanna hear
Flip ya body over have no fear
Can I put my tongue here until you tear?
Cry baby cry baby suck ya momma titty
You know I like dem old I might have yo momma with me
I like your girlfriend and your girlfriendses
Honor my pole like a flag on da end bitch

[Chorus: x2]
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

[verse 2]
i say ohh girl i love you so
oh ohh girl i love you so sike
but i don give a fuck about a dog ass hoe
but i dont give a fuck about a dog ass hoe
pop these pills take take this glass
pop pop that pussy shake shake that ass
and if ur pussy stank girl u kno u better dush it
ur nast girl now wash dat stanky funky funky pussy bitchhhh
stop talkin that shit and suck a nigga dick for an outfit ha
and "I wear my pants below my waist and
i never dance when im this place cuz you and your man
be planning to hate im so hooddd"
and she likes it and when we fuck im keepin on my nikes
ill tear dat pussy up ill tear dat pussy up
ima good looking rapper i aint tryna front
ohhh she pussy poppin on a handstand [x3]
and im the camera man

[Chorus]

[verse 3]
cut, check the gates
wait, why wait?
when i can, just bend you over and do what i told ya
do what i wanna, do what i wanna
ya heard me, i gotta lie like ?? and now every once in a while her knees jerk
she forgets how to walk i better teach her
i got her walkin funny just tell em that your feet hurt
you'll prolly see her on one of my t-shirts
i super soak a hoe skeet skeet skeet squirt
but dont worry cause if yall are like swingers
hey im high over features
haha new single, oh so now you single
you crazy, say da baby

AIN'T THAT A BITCH 


Hey Hey Hey!

[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch!

And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!

[Verse One]
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless
Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here
Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year
My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year
Wizzle F Baby ya'll niggaz can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior
I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand
And in the streets I'm a money man
And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
A hundred proof in my other hand
If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin

[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch

[Verse Two]
Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand
And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss
They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss
But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up!
And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga
Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga
How many more do ya love nigga
cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece
Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son
The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)
Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we
got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me
I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
And advance a little due to the pine
My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga!

[Chorus - 2X]

Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga
Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...

ALPHABET BITCHES 

Santana i see ya haha
see the son
mama please dont be mad at me for this one
but i gotta tell my story
i had to do it
thats right
my name is weezy baby
please say the baby if not dont say it at all
this is my story

[Verse 1:]
Wellll the A is for Ashley
she always ask for me to take it out her pussy
put it right in her ass and the
B is for Brittany she bright in the class and
she be hatin on Ashley 'cause she tight in the ass
The C is for Christina want me to big screen her
the way she dick kiss should be a misdemeanor so have you seen her
I been searchin but cant find her
ever since i been wit Diamond wit Diamonds in her vagina
And the E is for ever elegant Erica
a sweet red bitch
we used to call her Miss America
I aint gon lie now Erika is a dog
but to the that magnolia niggas she done fucked em all, (Slim!)
Speakin of slim, the F is for Fat,
a real skinny hoe so you know
why they call her that
And the G for Gabrielle , you can call her Gabby
but all my homeboys seem to call her nasty (man)

[Chorus:]
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches

I get bitches (say what)
I get bitches (say who)
I get bitches (say huh)
I get bitches
You got (oh) Dont want no
You got (oh) Dont need no
You got (oh) Dont gimme no
You got

[Verse 2:]
H is for my Hometown homegirl Heather
Head haze,purple pussy kills forever
My mami's dedicated all year, she neva tell me no
the most she say is not here and then uh
I is for Isis mami a pisces,
she fuck rappers for free, but hit them actors wit prices
they always pay 'cause her body the nicest
but I hit that everyday back when I had no wife ahhh
J for Joanessa kinda sexy wit light eyes
she didnt make the band but she still doin quite fine
The K for Kia
I hate that bitch
because she super fuckin fine
but she cant take that dick
And then the L is for LaKia
that's Kia's twin
night and day everytime we fuck I fall right in
and the M is for Maria, Maria, Maria
she hangs out wit Nicole who fuckin Olivia

[Chorus:]
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches

I get bitches (say what)
I get bitches (say who)
I get bitches (say huh)
I get bitches
You got (oh) Dont want no
You got (oh) Dont need no
You got (oh) DOnt gimme no
You got

Verse 3:]
P for Paulina she go all night
If I dont fuck her once a week she probably go on strike and the Q
is for Queen 'cause she is my Queen
but she cant ride it like Ranada but her body is mean and the
S is for Shayna a sucker in bed
she take advantage of the fact that Im a sucker for head
and the T is for Tara too much Mascara
tone down on the blush like you tryna scare us the
U for Ursula she hang wit Vicky
they both come over and work out wit me
the W for Wanda she kinda remind ya
of that game streetfighter hands like ehonda.
The Y for Yvette she get wetter than most
She always try to get high but I just let her get low.
And last but not least the Z goes to Zara
She gets high off Zimphandale and masterbates to The Carter.

[Chorus:]
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches

I get bitches (say what)
I get bitches (say who)
I get bitches (say huh)
I get bitches
You got (oh) Dont want no
You got (oh) Dont need no
You got (oh) Dont gimme no
You got