Artist: Lil Wayne
Album: Tha Carter IV
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap
(Performed by Bun B, Nas, Shyne and Busta Rhymes)
Yeah... When I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew that
Live from the state where they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man (damn!)
No tricks, man, those is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you know what it is
I'm sittin on the fours that clack
Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are holding back.. let's go!
Look who crept in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants
Like Kanye West and Em
Track record goes back to "The Essence"
Smack adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
But I'm like a gastric bypass, but ya
Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art exhibit
I did real good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments hidden, I was real young
Little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down, respected
Chowed down now my food's digested
POW POW, with my shooters are Techs that'll
Bust louder than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin'... testin'
Chop heads off like King Henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, bitch!
I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin' dude, studied cowards that made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour food, you can say that's how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
There go my nigga Wayne, let them niggas hate
Or like my nigga Drake say "we ain't got time to respond to niggas"
I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa
Blood gang, five! It’s that Blood gang
Five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I ain’t gon' lie, they run they mouth, they ain’t gon' fight
They actin' like they ain’t gon' die until I let them llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, it’s no place for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, it’s the green that we want
Cash Money is the company and Weezy the boss!
They say I’m underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
That’s when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth
Got em sayin' “there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to come and
Flatten everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake ‘em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place
Ain’t no fakin’, ain’t no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when I’m done (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Ok, now enough of that, see now I’m out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole ‘nother classic with Tha Carter IV
Writer(s): Michael Jones, Bryan Williams, Moshe Davis, Dwayne Carter, William Hodge Jr, Moshe Levi Ben-David, Trevor Smith, Nasir Jones, Bernard James Freeman, Aaron Dontez Yates, Andre Benjamin, Jamaal Barrow, Jermaine Anthony Preyan
Copyright: Dwayne Carter Publishing, Young Money Publishing Inc., Songs Of Universal Inc., Diamond District, Ii Trill Enterprises LLC, Universal Music Corp., Beamer Boy Publ. (c/o Universal Music Corp.), Universal Music - Z Songs, Emi April Music Inc., Tziahs Music c/o Kobalt Music Publishing Amer, Millionaire Mantality, Money Mack Music, Ill Will Music Inc., Snake And Bat Music, BMG Chrysalis Music, Beamer Boy Publishing, Wedontplayevenwhenwereplayinsongs LLC, Music Of Windswept, 2 Trill Enterprises Bughouse Music c/o Bug Mu, Tziah Music, Gnat Booty Music, Chrysalis Music, Bughouse, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Bling Bling Music Publishing
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|1||How To Love|
|2||I Got Some Money On Me|
|5||6 Foot 7 Foot|
|7||Nightmares Of The Bottom|
|8||I Like The View|
|11||Up Up And Away|
|13||Outro (Tha Carter IV)|
|14||Interlude (Tha Carter IV)|
|19||How To Hate|
|21||Intro (Tha Carter IV)|
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|Lil Wayne - Tha Carter IV Album Lyrics|
|1.||How To Love|
|2.||I Got Some Money On Me|
|5.||6 Foot 7 Foot|
|7.||Nightmares Of The Bottom|
|8.||I Like The View|
|11.||Up Up And Away|
|13.||Outro (Tha Carter IV)|
|14.||Interlude (Tha Carter IV)|
|19.||How To Hate|
|21.||Intro (Tha Carter IV)|
|1||Most Wanted Rockstar (ft Shanell)|
|2||Demolition II (feat. Gudda Gudda)|
|3||The Archetypal Rock Sound (ft Gudda Gudda)|
|5||Make It (ft Shanell)|
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