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Watch My Shoes

Lil Wayne

No Ceilings

2010

I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow
Like a turtle 'round this ho
And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho
Whats the word

No be for fun I smoke to think 

Lati make millions in blink 
Kemi gan sere lo paris 

Bless the boy ki ń gbera 
Make my ten fingers stop to dey bleed

spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo

street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle

Catch it and why Hollywood

Left-left my pain inside my soul suh’
Lost everthing, felt like I had no one
My baby, shocked by your candor
Actually I’m not that bad sober

teeth in my towel, start anew cuz living foul aint what I'm born to do, so fresh and so clean fit jeans is crisp kicks ridiculous, killin it stee-lo

a class
No food just dick like she on a fast
She trying to get her coochie stretch she ain't want no autograph
She gone suck the soul out you she true

redundant, I'll separate your body from soul
Now your body is cold, spiraling out of control
Now you're over there, body odor is pungent
For coming out

am hungry boy, I am a beast
Feed me more 
Been a while since I ate 
Now I want this food galore
Everywhere I go they asking 
Umtwana ka bani ke lo yah

chirping
Tellin me today just might be
Damn well worth it, perfect 
My damn soul emerges
Jamming the playlist of my life
Heading to heights
Taking a flight

buss a shot but talk a lot when the funds due
Could feed a block or feed ya town with ya soul food
But choose to knock another thats a clown move with

And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now

One Time For The Famo
Freestyle Sessions
Just to open your mind or something you know
The album coming
These girls throw pussy like a food fight
You

Smokefest 1999

B Real

Rap Life

1999

thinkin' I'm the wild one 'cause I be flipping
And rippin' the track and verbally attacking on yo' style for fun
Higher soul but to please myself I gotta

Then let it out letter by letter
Shh listen to what I say

In anyway
You gotta get up and get it
I'm talking to my shadow
To know what's probidded but

Sleeping on a Davenport
Samples at the food court 
Stand tall but I fall short
No name or voice to complain
Choice to be made
Rejoice in your lane
Or
Strain

I built this shit
Me, brick by brick and I'll be damned
If I let you tear it down
Just cus' you don't like the way Another nigga talk
Beefin' with my

a session with your order on me
Fuck it
Life is war games
Reminiscing by myself, high
Over sake and lo mein
Had these fiends jumping like Soul Train
My past

and
All I hear is "Gimmie some"
Music is whatever you want it to be
Don't wanna down you, big up you
With that soul food, out of you
Nothing but true, yes

Medication

Souls of Mischief

Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution

2000

MISCHIEVOUS COMMANDO!!
Luchini like Camp Lo
Wreckin' the beats
Gettin embassy's executive cheese

[Phesto Dee]
I'm the loose cannon aid on deck
Detonate in

Smokefest 1999

B Real

Rap Life [Clean]

1999

on yo' style for fun
Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fly shit
And you notifying alkaholiks daily
So punk mufucker you better dub

to work window locks
Take the lids off jars and get into the kitchen cabinets
I dont mind that the raccoon ate all the hippie food that no one else would

Lo! 't is a gala night 
Within the lonesome latter years!   
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight 
In veils, and drowned in tears 
Sit in a theatre,

Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within (The) lonesome latter years
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears
Sit in a theatre, to see