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tame
All black i ain’t Bruce Wayne
Knock em off like sugar ray
Callin my plays like we in a huddle
I am da nigga tryna beat the struggle
All of dem

Hair down, dread swang
Hair down dread swang

Ya my hair down dread swing young nigga save the city I am Bruce Wayne
Ya she work to my beat young

('trol, 'trol)
Gotta arch your back, swing your hair
Just like that, I don't care
After here, I'm 'bout to take you home (take you home)

Yo, sip a lil

on my thing
My money long like the Eiffel Tower
She get down on her knees
I make it rain make it rain 
Put some respect on my name


Chorus
4 dat bag she

bitch
I got some real ice i can't ride no bench
Im more of da field type
Out da county wit some money what dat feel
Like

Niggas cappin for da gram im dat

You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing

counting up C,s im scoring
Like Curry im scoring

F*cking your bitch you'll see her in the morning
Dat shawdy she boring I chill with my gees nd count up my

Gangsta Don't Play

Junior Reid

From Nothin' to Somethin'

wings when the slugs fly
Low life loso P Wayne rugby low to them young niggas that know already
I go back like recline, no need to rewind , I still run

Bitch bitch I’m ballin like the Knick you the type of bitch that stay in some shit I was no the grind you was steady chasin dick tryna take flick wit

I do ya know 

women playing hard to get as I pull up on the boulevard flossin it 

like ain't dat boy cold? whoo

ain't dat  boy cold? whoo

mimic
That super head-nod rhythm let it "sizzle in your spirit"
I hope you love to hear it
That's peace to Kountry Wayne
Outkast witt the chicken, as if

Born sinner but I'm covered by da blood
N some folks think that is enough
But faith witout  works, ya dead as a doorknob... n dats why ya stuck

right on me
cnd I got me some stripes like I keep cdidas on me
cnd I don't believe hype, all my soda get spiked
I shake the Codeine and Sprite 'cause

How Many Mics

Fugees

The Score [Clean]

1996

who try to do this
For all the wrong reasons
Seasons change, mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love doctor Strange
I'm tame

bitch watching me like she watching time
Jesus walk on water ima walk on wine
Even the blind wanna see me ima take my time
I got bad lil baby and she down

stuck
The hellcat goin' fast, gon' fast like usain shit
Lil' bitch, I hit that gas goin' through the rain, bitch
I'm drivin' all black, all black on bruce

yo feelings
Call me Lil Wayne ain't no ceilings hoe (what)
The Chosen Ones we killin' em (wassup)
On the way to the top (okay) ain't no stoppin'
Like

Ooooouu I got da drip and im stepping unique
Ima go run to da bag like a track meet
Lil bitch i run up a check like i was an athlete
Ima pull up in dat "no

vibe
She keep that ass to the sky
Heart so cold like outside
Lost so many folks dat I can't even Cry
I just give thanks for the ones by my Side
Cross my

dont take fax
Everybody dats listening if u bring heat im pyrex
I jump out dere cuz im like dat dis ah fact dat never fails
Quick on the move like sonic

Last time Jesus walked, it didn't end to well.

Y'alI know what Jesus favorite rap song is.
Stunting Like my dad, you know, saying, 
Birdman Lil Wayne

Stick to cars be dat mechanic u was u good I u wish you could’ve do it by yourself u know dat record garbage 

Ain’t no need to step on you 
No violence

Yea, you already know,
When I walk the fuck by
You can't act like I ain't the fliest thing you ever
seen in your whole muthafuckin entire sorry ass

he died in a week
Like damn i had to my run up my paper
I count by myself i dont use calculators
Fuck on that hoe then ill see that bitch later
She