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(Lil Wayne) |
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We here |
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I said we here |
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The back of Tha Carter |
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The back of Tha Carter....Two....Ooooh |
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Yea....This here is....the end of Tha Carter Two people |
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HEY! HaHa.Yea |
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(Verse 1) |
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I got the game on ball and chain |
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I threw the key in the train |
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I'm like the key in the truck |
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I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless |
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Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychic |
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Hearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine |
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Say my name and die in the daytime |
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You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton |
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Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond |
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I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign |
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Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times |
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A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever |
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Tell them pussy niggaz come together |
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Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga |
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Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal nigga |
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I'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga |
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Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different nigga |
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Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin |
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But she ain't really trippin, 'cause the pots is piston |
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Them niggaz trippin, unitl the shots whistling' |
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Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention |
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I gotta bitch, and quit callin women bitches |
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As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen |
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No preventing the crime, I gotta get it |
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I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin |
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There you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkin |
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Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin |
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And since the future ain't promised to no one |
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I live everyday like this is the sure one |
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Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean |
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Stand in the heat, 'til the mother fuckin snow come |
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And it feels so fuckin good |
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Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull |
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No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches |
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Runnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune |
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Come and get it, automatics in motion |
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We bangin for the bread nigga, even the molded |
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I got my loaf, I got my toast |
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Chaperone of the south, I got my coast. Yea |
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And unll I die I'm Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE |
