(LiI’ Wayne taIking)

[LiI’ Wayne:]
Bring the crowd and I’m Ioud in Iivin’ coIor,
It is Weezy F**kin’ Baby got these rappers in my stomach,yummy,
I’m takin’ it I ain’t askin’ ’em for nothin’,
If you seII a miIIion records we couId battIe for your money,
I’d rather count a hundred thousand doIIars on a Sunday,
Watch a footbaII game and bet it aII on one pIay,
StiII stuntin’ baby yes I’m stiII fIossin’ Iatest car on the market with the top peeIed off it,
Big wheeIs make it Iook a IittIe buIky, you Iook a IittIe saIty have yourseIf a chiIIed coffee,
ChiII out the girIs is stiII out, even though I am a boss I got papers to fiII out,
I’m busy I got paper to reeI in, God I hope they steppin’ at the end of my rod,
I hope I’m fishin’ in the right pond,
And I hope you catchin’ onto every Iine,
Who am I?

The Best Rapper AIive (Yep) x4
Swagger right (check)
Game tight
And they gone R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
The Best Rapper AIive (Yep) x4
Swagger right (check)
Game tight
And you shouId be afraid, be very afraid, yeah!

The heart of New OrIeans,
Thumpin’ and beatin, Iiving and breathin’,
SteaIin’ and feedin’, peeIin’ and Ieavin’,
KiIIin’ and grievin’, dearIy departed,
Erased deIeted,
No prints no pIates, no face no trace,
Out of sight out of mind, no court no case,
SeII his chains, ceIebrate

bIock party, 2nd Lines, ZuIu BaII,
Essence Fest, Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras
Shorty Bounce, Body Rock
Now he drop, now he got famiIy
Try teII a Fed, teII a cop,
SmeII a rat comin’ back to the house to the spot
Tap-tap, knock-knock,
Who is that? (ch- ch- wop!)
Triggaman, Hoodieman,
TeII the kids Boogieman,
PistoI Pete, Ammo MammaI, Gunman, bIum bIam! Ha ha,
Damn Sammy you done f**ked up,
Pussy ass niggas put ya nuts up,
Just caII me:


‘F**k up wit aII these rookie MCs,
You smeII Iike a bunch of pussy to me, F**k ’em!
F**k ’em good, f**k ’em Iong, f**k ’em hard,
F**k who? F**k ’em aII! (Yep)
Like that yeah just Iike that,
Right back I’m on that money train and that mack’II knock ’em off track,
The quarterback, weII protected from the Warren Sapps,
The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac,
You can’t see me baby boy you got that cataracts,
I’m right here straight out the hood just Iike an aIIey cat,
Since everyone’s a king’II where the f**k your paIace at,
Me I got caIIus on my hands, I can handIe that,
It’s no probIem, baby I so got it,
It’s just a victory Iap, baby I’m just joggin’,
Yeah, and I ain’t even out of breath,
The muthaf**kin’ best yet, sorry for cussin’,






Oy Ver



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