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Tha Heat – Lil Wayne

[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

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[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

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D’usse – Lil Wayne

[Intro]
This motherfuckin’ D’usse got me sweatin’ and shit…
Word to God
Hov, fuck with ya boy
C5

[Verse 1]
Okay nigga, I got em’, point em’ out and I got em’
Let ’em get a lil buzz then we robbin’ for pollen
We ain’t killin’ no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can’t pick a side off the lineup
I swear lord knows I’ma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I’m getting better with time
But real niggas don’t whine, we’ll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin’ since cornrows, still duckin’ the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I’m a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, restin’ with topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I’m with Slim, wrestlin’ with lobster limbs
Talkin’ about some M’s, it’s soundin’ like gospel hymns
Yes, lord

[Interlude]
We on that D’usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina Turn up in this bitch
We got Lauryn in this bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky
Steph in this bitch
Yah dig?
What’s up Brandon?
Lego!

[Verse 2]
Holly Grove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, [?]
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga, please
Pops treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on everything
I’ma give that fuckin’ woman everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I’m cool, Coolio
She say “Tune, do me slow”
How many fish did Hootie blow?
I don’t know
Fuck who knows?
I got a redbone with two golds
And she snort too much of that Micheal Jackson
That bitch gon’ need a new nose
I ain’t got time for you hoes
Shit I only have two goals
And that is “Get Money, Get Money”
Now I’m ridin’ ’round the city with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin’ spot we can skate at
Elvis left the building
And I take these hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams
I ain’t stuntin’ these niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
Wayne-chong bitch!
More than one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin’ over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and smoke weed
I’m married to this real shit
And I’m a wife beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood
That 44 ain’t no good
You better bring that chopper
Cause we gon’ have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my hood
That 45 ain’t no good
You better bring the chopper
Cause we gon’ have them choppers, nigga
You better bring the chopper
You better bring the chopper
You better bring the chopper
Cause we gon’ have them choppers, yeah
We gon’ have them choppers
We gon’ have them choppers
You better bring the chopper
Cause we gon’ have them choppers, nigga
Mula!

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[Outro]
My nigga Hood in this bitch
Still on that D’usse
Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother
He just passed out in the club the other night off that D’usse
Threw up on the owner
Owner talkin’ about he wanted his money back
He wanted half of the money back
Twist took all the money and left
That’s some Young Money shit
Soo Woo to the B gang
Rest in peace Ceader Frogg

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Got Money – Lil Wayne

I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money
Right now to the VIP section
You got Young Mula in the house tonight baby

Yeah, hello, yeah! Young, young
Young, young
Young Mula Baby

Got money and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Gettin’ mug from everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Now I was bouncing through the club
She loved the way I did it bout
I see her boyfriend hatin’ like a city cop
Now I ain’t never been a chicken but my fitty cocked
Say I ain’t never been a chicken but my semi cocked

Now where your bar at? I’m tryna rent it out
And we so bout it bout it Now what are you about?
DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop
Young Money, Lil Wayne, then the music drop

I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it out alright tomorrow don’t worry
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes

Got money and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Gettin’ mug from everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Here we go, one for the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I’ma be clapping all night in this bitch

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Lights off, man it’s on
Creep saw me, she smiling
He muggin’, who cares
‘Cause my goons are right here

It’s nothin’ to a big dog
And I’m a Great Dane, I wear eight chains
I mean so much ice, they yell, “Skate Wayne!”
She wanna f”k Weezy
She wanna rape Wayne

Got money and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Gettin’ mug from everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP like

Okay, it’s Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Like ehh!
Everybody say, “Mr. Rain Man
Can we have a rainy day?”
Bring a umbrella, please bring a umbrella
Ella, ella, ella, eh!

Bitch ain’t shit but a hoe and a trick
But you no one ain’t trickin’ if you got it
You know we ain’t f”king if you not thick
And I cool your ass down if you think you’re hot shit

So Rolex watch this I do it 4 5 6 my click
Clack goes the black hoe pimp
And just like it I blow that shit
‘Cause bitch I’m the bomb like tick tick

Got money and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Gettin’ mug from everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Yeah, it’s Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love
T-Pain on them hoes, aha!
Young Mula baby

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Walk In – Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne talking]
Yea yea yea its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
its the Carter motherfucker
let me show you my building man, its the Carter
I’ma show y’all the ins the outs the ups the down, kno what I’m talkin bout
this is me fourth solo album baby, I came back around
by myself this time, back off the wall
guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome

[Verse 1]
This is the Carter y’all welcome, hard as Malcolm
Dawg is a vulcan Lord help him but y’all felt him
That make you a part of me and pardony
If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughtta be
Dont worry Carter me I just actin accordingly
I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in me
Handlin streets in the mandarin V
I hear you haters slanderin me I just hand him the P
Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker and jus handle the piece
Not two fingers I simultaneously bout two bangers
You do not want angus USDA prime beef, ya dead meat
I’m so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up
I’m already hot when another one startin to heat up
Got Mannie hot wit me cuz I always beat his beat up
Yall cats wit y’all feet up startin to look like feet up, I’m G’d up
On the V’d up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up
In the trunk I got my bass and I ain’t speakin bout no speakers

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Whats leakin up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby
No more no less Baby, so forth and so on
Front door livin room young nigga switchin we
What you need, get you crack get you weed
Make yo way to the back look ahead and see
White bitch in the bathroom givin head for speed
But don’t you turn your head at me, the president been doin it
Daddy tried to ruin it
But I built this building from the ruts
I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker
And the feds know just whats up in this motherfucker
Made niggaz so they cant bust in this motherfucker
So with that lets keep it movin, on to the kitchen where my witches keep it brewin
Uh huh look at how my bitches do it
Bucky buck naked look at all my bitches booties
They handle all my pharmaceutics
I got it from promethazane to metamucil
I’m crucial don’t mean to spook you
But this is New Orleans so my queens do voodoo, ya know
So the things just move through
I feel ya pain I got things to soothe you
That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
Dont hate the game hate the institution
That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
Dot hate the game hate the institution, fucka

[Lil Wayne talking]
I came back around, it’s the Carter
show you the rest of the house later, we gon go upstairs, ya kno
Ya kno what this is right
Tha Carter..tha Carter…tha Carter

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