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Lil Wayne


Dynamic, articulate, perceptive, courageous, outspoken
Just a few of the adjectives that so in adequately describe

Ahem, Mr. D. Carter
From out the deep water
Thank the lord for my voice, the beat, and the recorder
Now pick an alphabet and you're z'in'
While I'm up tryin' to be the best mc'in
Now let me in, I got my key in
And with them alphabets, I never used p-e-n
But I gotta lotta paper
But a lot ain't enough, so I got an occupation
Gotta bring the bacon, straight to the kitchen table
Homie if your girl pregnant, you should kiss her naval
Cause you probably won't live, to see the motherf*ckin' cradle
Your past left a scar, and the future's lookin' fatal
You can't be sorry, you gotta be a savior
Gotta be the bread winner, so go rob the bread maker
When they put your homey to sleep, it's gotta be a wake up
You move in the hood, then you gotta meet the neighbors, damn
b*tch get off me
I'm the little ass n*gga, known as big homie
The killas is ballin', the n*ggas is targets
The snitches is talkin', but this is New Orleans
I love what I got, I'm just livin' the moment
I ain't dyin' just yet, I'll take a sh*t in the coffin
I already know how to p*ss in the toilet
I'm tryin to get the pot to p*ss in in the mornin'
I never fall back, I'd rather go forward
And when I come through you betta duck like Howard
Because I got power, just like a forward
I come through the lane, and straight dunk like Stoude-
Mire, Amare reminds me of I, uh
He's a Pheonix sun and I am fire
Dis-re-spect and I spit fire
To your neck and back like you are Khia
DJ White Owl

Now would you light that blunt
Promethazine please
Now b*tch look at me like a set of t.v.'s
I'm just tryin' to live out my destiny, please
Let me do me, I got the recipe, feed
I'm all about my bread, like a sesame seed
Big dog talkin', check the pedigree, flees (HaHa)
And I ball like every team
And I got, every girl havin' sex with me dreamin'
My heart is in the dirty but the rest of me's clean
I jump for Hollygrove like a trampoline fiend
And I rock ya bells like a tambourine, bing
Jewelry shinin' like blush, Maybelline bling
Red Giants jersey if you know what I mean
Give me Plaxico Burress, number 17
One circle, three fingers is the theme
And young money motherf*cka is the team

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