Lil Wayne
I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the train
I'm like the key in the truck
I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless
Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychic
Hearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton
Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond
I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
Lil Wayne
All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
Lil Wayne
They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter
Of the dead's forehead I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like glaciers
Lil Wayne
Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya
He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya
Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to
It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor
Standin on stage in front of thousands
Don't amount to me not havin my father
That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em
But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em
And I'm without 'em, but that's life y'all
Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard
40 Cal
They think I'm spellin IVERSON when tha beef all done
Cause he'll be on IV in the ER, SON
Lil Wayne
Ridin with a bitch I call hot mouth Shelly
She poppin ectasy to get that cotton mouth heavy
Give the bitch a bottle water and she break out sweatin
Then she get straight to the head like a fuckin Excedrin
Now I'm a fly *** nigga take a look at me bitch
Go head tell the cops I got a crook in my dick
Straight gutta bbitch, open like a hook in a fish!
I got a lady from Paris french kissin my shit
Why think I gotta tint my whips?
Cuz I be gettin some head, right in my shit
You say you love that woman, but that been my bitch
If you kiss that woman then you sucked my dick!
Dilated Peoples
I'm ballin like I'm in the major leagues
I got more bitches callin me Papi then David Ortiz!
Notorious B.I.G.
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
Jedi Mind Tricks
They say someday it will make sense
Thats why we get high and stay bent
Even a rose grows from the pavement
Jurassic 5
My squad's supreme
So I don't need Clyde or the dream
Next time you play the game boy pick a better team
Your choice is short when you on a concrete court
But my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport
Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills
Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill
Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts
The rap band with the man when my words play sports
Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear
Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here
Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier
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