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Lil Wayne]|I heard somebody said he wasn't dead yet|They should've never said that|Young Tunechi got the game down, Pat Sajak|Even though I'm paid in

Slide down ya block wit a stepper or two
Hittin' at yo shit like I'm raising the roof
Don't fuck with to many just me and my brotha
Two different momas

Money In the Way

Yo Gotti

The King of Memphits

2011

(M-Money in the way)
And I can't see cause its money in the way (I can't see)
Repeat


[Verse 2] (Lil? Wayne)
I?m getting payed that?s all I have to say

City talking about who hot
But they don't know who popping like Big and Pac
Raw with it, never cooked over
Really often I'm looked over
Dog owners know,

lil buddy buddy
I treat ya bitch one night she my slutty buddy
Bend the bitch over and put good dick in her tummy
I'm turning heads nigga my fans they

Fresh Azimiz

Jermaine Dupri

Wanted

2005

girl, the dog is pokin'
Addicted to it, JD say I got it bad
Eighteen, nigga, makin' more than ya dad, see
They think they doin' it, but I'ma out do 'em

I Rep That West

Ice Cube

I Am the West

2010

Niggas round the world think they wanna bang
Don't get your ass caught up like Lil' Wayne
I'm too west coast for the west coast
Too fresh nose to suritos

this bitch it can't be fair game
My whoadey he might take ya bitch and dog walk her with no shame
If I'm popping out you know them promoters gone pay

And a lotta people go
Afflicted by what I'm spittin'
Boi ya worse than a eoh
And you already know
I be droppin' this G 
Shit for real I make hits
Really I

And a lotta people go
Afflicted by what I'm spittin'
Boi ya worse than a eoh
And you already know
I be droppin' this G 
Shit for real I make hits
Really I

And a lotta people go
Afflicted by what I'm spittin'
Boi ya worse than a eoh
And you already know
I be droppin' this G 
Shit for real I make hits
Really I

Black Tee

Bun B

Trap House

2005

[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank

The Player Party
Stay Player
Look

Lil' homie
We are not the same
Went through that alley by myself
I was the last one left
And you folded
Dog
We are not

to god dog I say that happily
A lot of old friends turned backs on me
Look at the results yea I'm a monster G

I'm a monsta'
Lil homie look at all my

I'm out of my mind
All my doctors advise me to take meds
Or ya'll gunna die
A slow painful death until ya face red

You won't look alive
I don't give

Lil Wayne
Spat it to my friends at lunch tables and then
By the end of the verse the smiles on their face were
Big grins they liked what I wrote
That

add another finger to the peace sign 
That's the W and B sign, bitch

Yeah, ya understands me ?
Mack they gon' respect me

'Cause I'm a rider, I'm

the racks in the back of the truck
Big dog, yeah I know you a pup
Lil boy, yeah we know you a bluff
Keeping the nine by my side
In case he think we gonna

Things done changed, word to Biggie Smalls
I'm always on time in my city dog
They ain't fuckin' with me at all
I'm getting' rich and die tryin', man

tinted, masked up like I'm Bruce Wayne
So much kick, it's Liu Kang mixed with Liu Kang, huh
Told her, "Quit the playin', we ain't K-I-Ds"
Lil' bitch

Let 'Em Burn

The Hot Boys

Let 'Em Burn

2003

I be wilin' the streets thuggin'
Me and Lil' Wayne, two young niggas that can't be trusted
Even though I'm young I'm still a hard hitta'
Soulja out

a product of TI and Boosie
And Jeezy and also Lil Will
And the Migos, the fourth one is here
Product of Hip-Hop I'm making it clear
I'm a product of jugging

she fucking for the bag that's it
I went eye for an eye when she's calling my phone
And you claiming that we grown so the problem is gone
I'm a dog ass

like a bimbo
Fuck these hoes, Im not no simp tho
Slow your roll girl too much info
Bruce Wayne got money he a hero
Even when I took a loss, splitting