FLY IN [Lil Wayne talking]
So they ask me young boy what you gonna do the second time around
How you gon come back I tried to told them
I come back like 32 I jump back like 33 (ugh)
Hit me it's nothin this is Tha Carter II people
This is Tha Carter II people (hey)
[Verse 1]
They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter
Of the deads forehead I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like gla-ciers
Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin I'm just pitchin ya honor I ain't snitchin ya honor
Hate bitch niggaz bitches with power
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet drop a 4 in the bubbles
I remember being young tryin to hustle my dough
Tryin to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryin to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke
You ain't tryin to see how far that black backlane go
No call me pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue
Jewlery usually I'ma hooligan for the money
Yeah I'm eatin but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh
Make harm in the bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight arm no warning nothin
Look it's mornin no yawnin or nothin
I ain't sleep and I'm up tryin to take a nigga lunch
You gon make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin what we want
I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
If you ever lookin for me bitch I will be here
Cash Money is an army envy seal me here
Lot of niggaz ran from it but I'll still be here
No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental
Crack the phill' crack the roof and roll up the window
And my hood love me they tell me bring it home
Thats why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leapin at a dog a dog wit no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you bitch niggaz no par
I'm talkin bout stunna
He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters
Sunshines on the king and sets on the prince
I met the birdman and I been shinin ever since like that (echo)
MR. CARTER [Intro - Lil Wayne]
Yo
Yo joint Inf’ did this
This right here is crazy
Ya, I-I feel big, you-know…
Like not-not “big” in the sense of weight
You know like gaining weight or… nothing like that
Like colossal like you gonna be like **sigh**…
I heard you were looking for me
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Hello
(Tell me where have you been?)
Hahaha, you know! hahaha
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Yeah, aha I know! haha
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Hey, hello
(Tell me where have you been?)
Shit, you know! hahaha
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Hahaha
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Yeah
To you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody said “Judge I’mma need to sue”
I’mma need a Coupe, I wont need a roof
Flyer than Beetle juice, beetle juice, be-the-juice
I got the floor, I’m tryna see the roof
Didn’t wear a bulletproof
So I got shot and you can see the proof
Blind eyes can look at me to see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do? But I’mma leave it to God
Not beaver neither you
Cause I’mma murder, why I kill O and even you
Man I got Summer hating on me cause I’m hotter than the sun
Got Spring hating on me cause I ain’t never sprung
Winter hating on me cause I’m colder than y’all
And I would never, I would never, I would never Fall
I’m being hated by the seasons
So fuck y’all who hating for no reason!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him
(Tell me where have you been?)
Around the world and I’m back again
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Who’s been asking about me? In case you’re wondering
Haa
(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him
(Tell me where have you been?)
Around the world now I’m back again
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Who’s been asking about me? In case you’re wondering
Haa
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Yeah
I been in and out the bank bitch
While all y’all asshole niggas been on the same shit
I flush, and watch ‘em go down the drain quick
Two words you never hear: “Wayne Quit”
Cause Wayne win, and they lose
I call them April babies, cause they fools
And when they snooze
We up, feet up like a paraplegia
Or paraplegic, I parallel park
In a red and yellow thang old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I’m from Collipark, but I’m from Hollygrove
Now all my Bloods scream “Su Woo” and “Da da doe”
I know my role, and I play it well
And I weigh it well, on my libra scale
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there
(Long hair, don’t even care)
[Chorus - Jay-Z]
Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him
(Tell me where have you been?)
Around the world and now I’m back again
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Who’s been asking about me? In case you’re wondering
(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him
(Tell me where have you been?)
Around the world now I’m back again
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Who’s been asking about me? In case you’re wondering
[Verse 3 - Jay-Z]
Ch-yeah!
I’m right ch-ere, in my chair
With my crown, and my dear
Queen B, as I share
Mic time, with my heir
Young Carter, go farther
Go further, go harder
Is that not why we came?
And if not, then why bother?
Show no mercy in Murcielaga’s
I’m far from being the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name’s being mentioned with the Martyrs
The Biggie’s and the Pac’s, and the Marley’s and the Marcus’
Govi got me a Molotov Cocktail
Flow even if you box well
Can’t stop the blows, *Kaboom*
The Roc Boy in the room
The dope boy just came off the spoon
Also, I’m so fly I’m on auto-pilot
While guys just stare at my wardrobe
I see Euro’s, that’s right plural
I took so much change from this rap game
It’s your go!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Young!
[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne]
It’s my go, yeah
And I’mma go so opposite of soft
Off the Richter, Hector, Camacho man Randy Savage
Far from average, above status
Quo, flow, so, pro
I know, I rise slow
And when I pass
They say “what up killer man?”, stop bringing up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie or Jay-Z
Don’t forget Weezy Baby
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Amen
(Tell me where have you been?)
Yeah
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Hahaha
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Amen
(Tell me where have you been?)
Hova
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Weezy… baaabbbyy
[Outro - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Hahahah
(Tell me where you been?)
I been hustling…
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Hustling hard, ch-yeah
(Hey Mr. Carter)
And I swear to everything when I leave this Earth
(Tell me where you been?)
It’s gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt
(They been asking, they been searching they been wondering why)
And you can try me fucker, but when I squeeze it hurt
Fine, we lose two lives
Yours and mine
Gimme any amount of time
Don’t let Mrs. Carter grieve
At the funeral parlor
Dripping tears down my sleeve
Gimme any amount of time
Don’t let Mrs. Carter grieve… |
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BEAT WITHOUT BASS I got my apital "S"W"Agger up
Ya Digg?
Young money cash money dipset byrdgang
we a team baby (Freaky)
welcome to dipset baby
{Lil? Wayne}
Okay, my leather so soft but don't think I ain't hard
Bitch say Weezy make it rain, I say bitch I ain't God
But I am God's son, but you know I ain't Nas
See, he got a positive aim, and I aim nines
Man, little Weezy got a style that even I can't find
Man, some shit just be so hard, I be like that line ain't mine
And if that is under a gram, then that line ain't mine
And if you niggas talking war, well bitch, it'scombat time
Hey, I take three l's to the head: Love, Live, Life, and I'm dead
Young Money, Dipset, that's what this is
And if I ain't good looking, you can bet my bitch is
I done made it off Apple Street like it was 2300 Jackson Street
Young Money, can't join 'em nor beat 'em
Where the f**k is Robin Leech when you need him?
A rich nigga can't even buy freedom
That's why I give my white bitches everything but freedom
I do my white bitches anything but beat 'em
And if they like rat poison, then I'ma feed 'em
I'm sophisticated, fresh from Antarctica my wrist just made it
I'm rich bitch, I ain't broke no more
But I will still chop you up and feed your ass to the poor
I'm 'bout my cream like a s'more
You old ass rappers better stay on tour
You're like 44, I got a 44, I'm 24
I could murk you and come home when I'm 44
{chorus}
what's a beat without bass
chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face
homie get in dip's face so imma show u 38s
when we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass
what's a beat without bass
chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face
homie get in dip's face so imma show u 38s
when we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass
{jha jha}
Dade county get it girl
5 ridas wit a girl
u don?t want no problems don?t u kno we ridin wit it girl
dudes love me say I got a hell of a swag
see me hoppin out them coups benz bentleys and jags
with balenciaga bags in some lil skimpy shit
got a lil bitty ass so they focus on my tits
its the jewels that I wear and the gleam on my wrist
and she rock her real hair run yo fingers through this shit
i am somethin like the shit and yo nigga I will pimp
u ain't got my money honey hit em with a hollow tip
see freekey is crazy insane and hazy
and that?s my big brotha so do not try to play me
its gon be somethin shawty
the set is in the buildin throw yo b's up shawty
Patron is in my system and dat switched up shawty
the zone is where I?m gettin when Im geeked up homie
Yeaaa
{chorus}
what's a beat without bass
chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face
homie get in dip's face so imma show u 38s
when we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass
what's a beat without bass
chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face
homie get in dip's face so imma show u 38s
when we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass
{Freaky Zekey}
This Is How We Ride
So High Drunk Drive
Bet The Pistol Grip Get Em Gangstas Ballas
We Them Chedda Makin Villians
Shorty Get Me Right
Got A Big Mossberg And Dat Fire From Them Shells Make U Stop Drop And Pop It
Cock That Hammer Send A Rocket
Blow A Socket I Wont Stop It
Go Go Rocket Hit Ya Body
[?] To His Pocket
So Its Profit Of This Poppin
Cause Yo Mouth To Take The Profit
[?]
Get The Shells And Nuthin Less Between
Dont Even Call Em Burnas We Call Em Shucky Duckys
We Grizzlies We Teletubbies
Get Busy Wit Heavy Money
U Said He Probly All Funky
U Probly Some Type Of Junky
I Probly Sold U The Monkey
Listen Fall Back Bitch U Don't Wanna Get Stripped
U Don't Wanna See He Dip Strip F**k Yo Bitch
U Don't Wanna See Yo Jaw Crack
Barrell From The Smith That Pain'll Probly Make Yo Body Twitch Shit
The World'll Hear U Say Ayyy
MISUNDERSTOOD [Intro]
Baby, you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I’m mad
Don’t you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
[Chorus]
But I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Uh, misunderstood ain’t gotta be explained
But you don’t understand me so let me explain (hah)
Stood in the heat, the flame, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He had hair like wool, like Wayne (huh)
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake ‘em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, hail Mary no tale fairy
All real, very extraordinary
Perry Mason facing, the barrel if he tattle
My god is my judge, no gown no gavel
A hound, a rebel down to battle
Now or never, I would never in the ever
Fucking fantastic, fuck if you agree
I’m bright but I don’t give a fuck if you see me
[Chorus]
I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Uh, what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained
So for those who understand meet Dwayne
For eight and a half months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it’s Young Money baby, keep the change
My Momma say fuck ‘em, and we the same
So hello motherfucker you got some sheets to change
And ain’t it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fitting outfit
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky rings but that ain’t about this
What you ’bout bitch?
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it’s the new fashion
What are you asking? If I don’t have the answer
It’s probably on the web, like I’m a damn tarantula
But I know you don’t understand
‘Cause you thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Wayne
[Chorus]
I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood
[Lil Wayne Talking]
I watching T.V. the other day right
Got this white guy on there talkin’ ’bout black guys
Talkin’ about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see, one in every 100 Americans are locked up
One in every, nine black Americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money that we spend on sending a motherfucker to jail
A young motherfucker to jail
Would be less to send, his or her young ass to college (hah)
See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that
Our jails are populated with drug dealers
You know Crack Cocaine yeah, stuff like that
Meanin’ due to the laws we have on Crack Cocaine and regular Cocaine
The police are only…
I don’t want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because Crack Cocaine is mostly found in the hood
And um, you know the other thing is mostly found…
You know where I’m going
But why bring a motherfucker to jail
If it’s not goin’ stand up in court
Because this drug ain’t that drug
You know level 3, level 4 drug, shit like that (heh heh)
Mmm hmm, I guess it’s all a misunderstanding, and erm…
I sit back and think well shit us young motherfuckers
You know, that one in every nine
We probably only selling the Crack Cocaine just because we in the hood
And it’s not like their suburbs
We don’t have the things that you have
Why? Hah, I really don’t want to know the answer
But uhh, aha I guess we just misunderstood uh, ahaha yeah
You know we don’t have room in the jail now for the real motherfuckers
The real criminals, you know
Sex offenders, rapists, serial killers, shit like that
Oh don’t get scared, don’t get scared
I know you saw one them sex offenders papers
Don’t trip, he live right on the end of your block, mmm hmm
Yeah, that nigga live right down the street from you
Sex offender on the level 3 drug, convicted, ex-con, yeah, check him out
And what you got, you got a Daughter, Son, what you got?
Yeah, well you know what **coughing**, that’s the good weed
You know what? I have a fuckin’ Daughter
You understand me? And, why the fuck would you bring my neighbor to jail
Just because the reason why he live next door to me
Ain’t the reason why I live next door to him
Meaning, he didn’t rap his way to my fuckin’ neighborhood
He sold Crack Cocaine to get to my neighborhood
You move him out, bring him to jail for life
And then you move in a sex offender, hahahaha
They givin’ me a paper, hahahaa
Is that a misunderstanding ’cause I don’t understand it?
‘Nother thing, let me take my glasses off
‘Cause I want to see the reaction on the faces when I say this
Uh, Mr. Al Sharpton, here’s why I don’t respect you
And nobody like you, haha
See, you’re the type that gets off on gettin’ on other people hahaa
That’s not good, no homo
And rather unhuman I should say
I mean, given the fact that humanity, well good humanity rather
To me is helpin’ one another, no matter your color or race
But this guy, and people like him
They’d rather speculate before they informate, if that’s a word hahaa
You know, ’spect before check, anyway
Meaning I much rather you talk to me first and see if you can lend an opinion before you make one
Just my thought of good humanity, Mr. Sharpton hahaa
Hold on, I ain’t finished with you man
I gotta pluck the ashes, mmm hmm, hold on, um
Mr. Sharpton, and anyone like you, you don’t know me
So, if you’re not goin’ to try to, then what you say
Or think about me, or whatever I do is totally Casper the friendly ghost to me
And it doesn’t make you a good person to criticize before you improvise
Doesn’t necessarily make you a bad person neither
But the characteristics fall heavily into bads way haaah
But since I am human, I am good and bad as well
But I try my hardest to stay good
And some of the things I do and say may be bad
Or just not too good ha, but I do try
So with that said, I don’t fault you, I mean, you’re only human haa
Good or bad, but I also don’t respect you
And I don’t care if that’s good or bad, haha
You see you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson
You a nobody, to me, you’re just another Don King with a perm
hahahaha, just a little more political
And that just means you’re a little unhuman than us humans haaaa
And now, let me be human by sayin’ fuck Al Sharpton and anyone like him
Fuck if you understand me, I love being misunderstood, haha why?
‘Cause I live in the suburbs but I come from the hood
Bring the hook in
[Chorus]
I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood |
