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to dunk 'em)
Yeah, back in, back in, back on stage 
Walk in the club And get a fifty-ball and I ain't have to rap a thing
Damn, I came a long way from

Niggas had a headstart, but let em know they time is up 
Think that G a barber by the way that he had lined em up  
Why you in dm lil bitch if u

bitches on me add another forty
That's like seventy
I look like Wayne Gretzky

That bitch on my dick, bro
Oh! Toodey-loo! Bitches on my dick! Haha
Cool! Now

Young nigga in the deep end
Send a shot at em, think a nigga got asthma how he wheezing
Young nigga always creeping
Nigga ain't the same when he get

shot, niggas gettin' stopped
Mommas really outchea losin' they sons
Might as well keep it real with them young niggas
Might as well tell 'em get guns

The gift of Pete Wurthy, cat be iller than ill
Grasping more syllables, lock you in your tracks still
Could never die unlike Lil Wayne's thrill
Ain't gonna

I make momma proud, Just like Penny
All my wishes coming true, Like i'm Timmy
I'm 20, Like Ray baby
Need a milli, Lil Wayne
You saving hoes, Bruce

The Dan Car is electric like a eel
Draco got banana clips opps getting peeled

I got so much money like Bruce Wayne
The Dan Car no ceiling like Lil Wayne
I

some money, took it on a dinner date
Ayy, wait, skate pull up in that thing
In the truck, Lil Wayne
Hop out, smoke a stain in my pocket bang
In my Johnny

Rally them hoes let's link
She just tryna get a lil' ratchet like Clank

Let's take some Moon Rock
Down by the beach babe
She wanna woosah
I wanna

can never forget

By the time I was seven, my Uncle Wayne was in prison
We used to take a trip once a month and go visit
My Grandma and my Granddad,

Check It Out

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

The Main Ingredient

1994

wrong with a little bump and grind

You know it's my thing, get your bell rang
By the Meccafied slang, the jack of all trades
Couldn't even gang bang,

His mama named him Dante
His pops called him Lil Dee
Growing up they ain't have it
Pops making plays in the streets
I'm talking six feet deep why my

of the fire
Up in the clouds we gone meet with the sky
Stay with the task we securing the ties
Seeing the ops I ain't letting em by
Wicked minds, you can't

I'ma go ahead and lap 'em

We just take it day by day but we live like it was rehearsed
I'm in a foreign, not the Track, but for the opps we got a hearse

prosper like it's only up from here
Movin up
Youngeen go and get yo own
Don't need nobody
He been livin by that chrome
He dat lil nicca who a sit up in yo

know that I'm different
Smiling hard but I stay about my business
Wrong move I make big bro go get em
Remember days I ain't know how to get it
Picked it

Cash Money Millionaires

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter

2004

boo you can come and get in that Coupe
Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne
Fly wit' Birdman Jr. Wave high to planes
Say bye to lames don't

boo you can come and get in that Coupe
Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne
Fly wit' Birdman Jr. Wave high to planes
Say bye to lames don't

bogus
And your style is a clone bitch
Of every last rapper that mumble or tune they whole shit
Man that's hoe shit
Bring em back to '06
Grab 'em by they

the squad, just like i'm heaven sent
They don't understand, it's simple english
Get it, it's Lil Vulx and it's Kobain, bitch
I don't think they understand

the Richard
(Yeah)
Cause I don't need that
They keep watching all my money
I don't need that
Lil chain
Let it hang by the neck
Broke neck
That's enough to break

I air a tool
Shoot 'em down when I up, you'll get left right there, choppas in my hand
I'm Freddy, yo' worst nightmare, light his top up when he

no drama
My goons waitin' for you to snap like some photo bombers
Yeah we leave a nigga flat we leave 'em horizontal
And then my lawyer tell you I