Music - text of songs

(feat. Keri Hilson)

[Chorus:]
Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason
Can’t leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in
So in God’s Son we trust
‘Cause they know I’m gonna give ‘em what they want
They looking for… a hero
I guess that makes me… a hero

Another chapter of the cleanest rapper
Distinguished gentlemen
Crooks and castle on his back
Maybach-er, exotic lady eye-catcher
Holla at’cha, call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class
Get perspire out ya
And of course I’ve been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in a 190 black Benz
Now they shut down the stores when I’m shopping
Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking
I’m him

[Chorus]

Rubber-grip-holder, reloader
Come at me I’m a rip your soldiers in half
Silver back ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, rich, and flashy
Young, bitch, I’m nasty
All black clothes till ice lay on me so classy
And every time I close my lids
I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain’t never lived to see
Tell them angels open the door for me
From nine Berrettas and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars
Sticks and humidors
That’s what I call mature
That’s what I call a g
That’s what I call a pimp
That’s what I call a gangsta
To the fullest, shit
I try to make more cream
By every September 14th, that’s my dream
So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly
I can see things more clearly
That’s why they fear me

[Chorus]

This universal apartheid
I’m hog-tied, the corporate side
Blocking y’all from going to stores and buying it
First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding with it
But Newsweek article startled big wigs
They said, Nas, why is he trying it?
My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting - Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel
They can’t sing what’s in their soul
So untitled it is
I never change nothin’
But people remember this
If Nas can’t say it, think about these talented kids
With new ideas being told what they can and can’t spit
I can’t sit and watch it
So, shit, I’m a drop it
Like it or not
You ain’t gotta cop it
I’m a hustler in the studio
Cups of Don Julio
No matter what the CD called
I’m unbeatable, y’all.

(feat. Chris Brown & The Game)

Lace the nations don’t have it
A hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns
When I’m around
Or I’m wasting the fabric
I don’t feel greater
To my plush pieces
‘Cause you to suck your teeth
So mean-mugging on my clean-thugging
Mean nothing
Women dream I’m your husband
I’m Alex Pushkin
The black poetry-writing Russian
Ice disgusting
I started bling
How could you question my direction
Or my time for collection
Gangstas two-steppin’
You hate me
Should thank me
But lately
I burned so much trees
I keep environmentalists angry
I’m a rare dude, I’m a wonder
Your best success is my worst blunder
Y’all living trendy on pennies
I cop plenty Fendi
Vivienne Westwood, I’m good
Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood
Dre & Cool, we riding heavy
And why to Miami? ‘Cause … .
(We make the world go round)
Now let’s toast to the hustlers
(We make the world go round)
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the world go round)
Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers
(We make the world go round)
And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
(We make the world go round)
I see you haters on the floor jockin my swag
I’m popping Ralph Lauren tags
I’m pouring champagne inside a polo glass
Model b’tches rollin grass
Escabon folding cash
Toasting with my entourage
Went for Robin Armitage
To all my stars
Red carpet to the Larmitage
We throwin red dice
At the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini
Or twenties out my garage
Instead of shopping South Beach like - and Terror Squad
We the Best! big pippin
Top down chrome spinnin
Top Gun Tom Cruise
Tucked inside my Gucci linen
No
Jess Romo you tryin’ a shine
Up on with the nine
On your jersey for promo
Jessica Simpson that’s so-so
Nick warner’s baby back
With - lo so.
Devil white
5-0 they catch me at the pro bowl on the field diamonds
Choking the jockey on my
Polo
CB let em know though
(We make the world go round)
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the world go round)
Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers
(We make the world go round)
And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
(We make the world go round)
We make the world go round From my town to your town
We on top no stopping us now
We got patron to ballers two steppin
Ladies on the float and all in two steppin
From Malay to Harlem two stepping [echo]
So I’ stop cause we made it where the ladies are

We start with Bellini’s and end with Patron shots
H. Lorenzo belt buckle from Chrome Heart
A-life tag popper
It’d be sad not to walk out the store with bags
Worth a 100 cash, shopping
Balance only would hafta
Hafta to swell you up
Before a pea snaps as you wet a vanilla dutch
Mets cap, that’s Queens, I’m a vet
Bet that, 300 carats the average up on the neck, black
Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss
Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black Porsche
Top down, new fashion
Seeing me is like seeing through the lens of Helmut Newton’s camera
Light flashing, and I’m laughin’
My plaque’s from album sales
Y’all is ringtone platinum
But .99 cents adds up
I don’t hate ‘em, I congratulate ‘em
The new young Prince with young Mike Jackson on the same track, what!
Now let’s toast to the hustlers
(We make the world go round)
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
(We make the world go round)
Tell them gangstas, toast to the ballers
(We make the world go round)
And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
(We make the world go round).

[Chorus:]
And America ya never be free
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Damn, can’t a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

Bravehearts still QB’s Finest
Grindin’, enough diamonds to change the climate
Not only do you see a nigga shinin’
You can see a nigga breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis
Cruise with the hammer
Jealous hearted can’t stand him
Haters are scandalous
Damn, can’t a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

To all my niggas getting money in the streets
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Light up my tress
And I just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

I twist em
Baby mama beat victim
Chronic leaf hittin’
All kinds of heat with him, wisdom
From pot to piss in to high position
Intense hustle, is pain like a pinched muscle
Till it rains and my Timbs stain my socks
Till I dodge enough shots
And the presiding judge slams a mallot
It’s his life I’m a gwop
Then I copp
Then I yacht
Then I dot
Island hoppin’ away from nightmare holders
Or cowboys slingers
Who shoot up any club
To see their names ring loud on some FBI poster
Must be on X or he coked up
Suggestin’ I post a, bail
I’m like yes ’cause we soldiers
We just gettin’ older
In time, we still in our prime
I can’t afford a new arrest in my folder
Nigga breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

And America ya never be free
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Damn, can’t a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

Bravehearts still QB’s Finest
Grindin’, enough diamonds to change the climate
Not only do you see a nigga shinin’
You can see a nigga breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis
Cruise with the hammer
Jealous hearted can’t stand him
Haters are scandalous
Damn, can’t a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

To all my niggas getting money in the streets
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Light up my tress
And I just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

I’m fresh out of city housing
It had to many options
Pennies on the pension or penitentiary bounded
Plenty Henny in me
Envy was simply they trend see
My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me

The high life, the fly life
Pierre Hardy, imitation of Christ
Icewear gaudy, since ‘94 flossy
The Lex was an excellent choice
Now fast forward me
The pestilence of the ghetto informed me
As a shorty, to push nothin’ less than a 740
With fresh linen
Sip pellegrinos with airs on
They sick, mixing their water with airbourne

Oh they so sick!
Look how I got them all crazy, look at that!
You gotta let it out. Stress ain’t good man!
You gotta breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)
(America we gotta be free)

(Breathe, breathe, breathe) [x4].

(feat. Eban Thomas of The Stylistics & The Last Poets)

From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch
Right on
We superfly
Made Gucci this shit, Louie too
Suits and ties
Player trophies
Pray to Goldie
Picture wax museums full of Black Panther triple OGs
Aunt Jemima hos
Historic horse shit
Girls from long time ago
Stagecoach with the horse, kid
Witch doctors
Good old pickpockets
Sip moonshine
So-called coons, shines and darkies
I love ya’ll
Pyramids to cotton fields to Wrigley Fields
Forgotten men who didn’t get killed
Christmas addicts
The first blast and peace to the rich lady
Purse snatcher shot in the back
I know your hunger, kid
I know they hung your dad
Burnt your mama crib
I know that hurt you bad
Mystery shows
From gold to shackles and back to gold
We act like we home
Matter fact, we are home
Bad attitudes
Octaroon skin tones
Slave food turned to soul food
Collards and neck bones
Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white world considers
A nigger

No matter how hard you try
You can’t stop us now

Can’t be stopped
Yo on Dateline
The other night they showed hate crimes
Gave a Blood time
Cause he fought with his canine
Bestiality
Humane Society
Go to China, see how they dine
See what they eat
Better yet ask PETA whoever
Which animal makes suede
If not for suede would you have survived the Dark Ages?
Cannibal ways of the anti-Caucasians
Still you like your steak tartar
Pinot noir
David Starr on the chain of Sammy Davis
He helped pave the way for Southern crankers and them Harlem shakers
Now we getting our papers
And try to censor the words
To stop our money coming
But you can’t escape us
Haters.

Ayyo, Queens get the money, niggas still screaming paper chase.
But presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations, over state with Masons.
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters, they daddy’s faceless.
Play this by your stomach, let my words massage it and rub it.
I be his daddy if no one is there to love it.
Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here.

Mama was just having fun with someone above her years.
Niggas is still hating.
Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming, he rather floss with diamonds.
They pray, “Pleased God, let him spit that oozie in the army lining.
That shorty do-op rolling ooh-ops in the park reclining.
Take 27 emcee’s, put them in a line and they out of alignment.

Artist: Nas
Genres: Hip-Hop
           Rap: Hip-Hop

Artist: Lil Wayne
Album: Tha Carter III
Year: 2008
Genre: Rap: Hip-Hop

Download album Tha Carter III

(feat. Jay-Z)

[Talkin: Lil Wayne]
Yo This right here is crazy
I feel big ya’no not big in the sense of wieght
Ya’no wat I mean like gaining weight nuthin like that
Like COLOSSAL you kno wat I mean like *sigh*
I heard you was lookin for me…

[Chorus:]
Hey Mr. Carter (hello)
Tell me where have you been (ha ha you kno)
They been asking
They been searchin
They been wondering why (I kno)
Hey Mr. Carter (hello)
Tell me where have you been (shit you kno)
They been asking
They been searchin
They been wondering why

[Verse 1: Weezy]
Yeah
To you foreva from me to you
I heard somebody say church, I’m a need a suit
I’m a need a coupe I won’t need a roof
Flyer than Beetle Juice Beetle Jucie Beetle 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 and see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do
But I’m a leave it to God not b but even u
Cause I’m a murder Y kill O and even U
Man I got summer hating on me cause I’m hotter than the sun
Got Spring hating on me cause I ain’t neva sprung
Win-ter hating on me cause I’m colder than ya’ll
And I will neva I will neva I will neva FALL
I’m being hated by the season
So fuck ya’ll who hating for no reason

[Chorus:]
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 searchin (Who been asking bout me)
They been wondering why (In case your 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 searchin (Who been asking bout me?)
They been wondering why (In case your wondering)

[Verse 2: Weezy]
Yeah
I been in and out the bank bitch
While ya’ll asshole niggas been on the same shit
I flush em and watch em go down the drain quick
Two words you neva 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 or parallel park
In that red and yellow thang old skool Atlanta Hawk
Like I’m from Colli Park but I’m from Hollygrove
Now all my bloods scream Su-Woop and Da Da Doe
I know my role and I play it well
And I weigh it well on my libria 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 now I’m back again)
They been asking
They been searchin (Who been asking bout me?)
They been wondering why (In case your 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 searchin (Who been asking bout me?)
They been wondering why (In case your wondering)

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Ch-yeah!
I’m right here in my chair with my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share mic time, with my heir
Young Carter go farther, go futher, go harder
Is that not why we came?, if not than why bother?
Show no mercy in Murcielaga’s
Far from being the bastard that Marcey had fathered
Now my name’s being mentioned with the martyrs
The Biggie’s and the Pacs the Marleys and the Marcus’
Govi got me a Molotov Cocktail
Flow even if you box well can’t stop the blows
Ka-boom 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 wardobe
I see Euro’s, that’s right plural
I took so much change from this rap game
It’s your go

HEY MR. Carter

[Verse 4:]
It’s my go
And I’m a 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 win I pass
They say “wat up killer man? ” stop bringing up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie and Jay-Z
Don’t forget WEEZY BABY!

[Chorus:]
Hey Mr. Carter (Amen)
Tell me where have you been (yea)
They been asking
They been searchin
They been wondering why (ha ha)
Hey Mr. Carter (Amen)
Tell me where have you been (Hova)
They been asking
They been searchin (Weezy)
They been wondering why (Baby)

[Concert Crowd]

Hey Mr. Carter
Tell me where have you been (I been hustling)
They been asking
They been searchin (Hustling hard)
They been wondering why (Ch-Yeah)

[Bridge: over chorus]
And I swear to everythang when I leave this earth
It’s gon be on both feet neva knees in the dirt
You can try me fucka but win 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…

Thank You.

[Verse 1:]
I’ve Been Through It All,
The Fails
Tha Falls
I’m Like Niagra
But I Got Right Back Up Like Viagra
I Am Agricluture
Swagger So Mean It Might Insult Ya
(Ha)
I’m Like An Ultra Vulture
I Fuck Around And Catipult Ya
Torture
Thought Ya
Parents Taught Ya
You guys is Chocha
I’m Gone
Buenos Nochas
Flow Scorcher
And I Don’t Even Write
No Author
So Harder
So Smarter
All About A Dollar Like 4 Quarters
Oh Father
Will Tonight Be My Last
And If So
Make Sure My Kids See My Cash
And I Know
I’m Solid Like An Elbow Cast
And My Future Will Be Better Than My Past
Weezy!

[Hook:]
You Can Love Me Or Hate Me
I Swear It Won’t Make Me Or Break Me
I’m Goin Wherever Tha Money Take Me
Until They Funeral & Wake Me
And Don’t Wake Me
Cause I’m Sleepin
I’m Dreamin’
I Kno That There’s A Better Way Cause I’ve Seen It
Lord
This Faster Money
Is So Convenient
And I Need It
Say I Need It

[Verse 2:]
C.A.R.T.E.R.
I Spit Movies Like V.C.R.
I Spit Rounds Like the tiki bar
And If I Got Beef I’m Tha Meat Cleaver
And I Are
The Illest Nigga Martin Luther King Died For
And I Ride For
Hollygrove 1-7 Eagle Street
And I’m Higher Than An Eagles Feet
But I Beleive In Me
Apple is the Crossreet
I Am Just An Off-Spring
Born In Tha Ghetto
That’s Why I Can’t Let Go
One Call’ll Have My Dogs On You Like An Echo
Baby I Am Tha Real (Deal/Dill)
No Pickle (Uh)
Spit sickle cell Physco
I Go
Off Like A Motha Fuckin Rifle
And I From
Tha Underground Baby Like A Pipe Hole
I Will Stand Tall Like Light Poles
Until The Light Blows

[Hook:]
And You Can Love Me Or Hate Me
Baby I Swear It Won’t Make Me Or Break Me
And I Be Goin Wherever Tha Money Take Me
Until They Funeral & Wake Me
And Don’t Wake Me
Cause I’m Sleepin
And I’m Dreamin’
See I’m just Hustling Living What I Believe In
Dog And there’s A Problem When A Homie Is Not Eating
And I’m Greedy
I’m Greedy

[Verse 3:]
Share My Blood
Feed My Family
My Flow Would Have To Plead Insanity
So sick I need greys anatomy
Acid
Like A Bust Open Battery
I’m Cool Like L.A Nights
I’m Tight Like Ballet Tights
Ay Juelz
I, Sweater Of Tha Day
I Piss Cristal
These Bitches Tryna Kick It Like “June Tile”
I Gotta Watch My Head In Tha Battle
I’m Just Tryna Stay Ahead Of My Shadow
And I’m Flown Like A Boat And A Paddle
Ali-Gators And Raddle Snakes
But I Promise I Will Take A Nigga Off Like A Saturday
Got Money To Validate
I’m Icy Like Carrot Cake
Different Color Diamonds
Make Me Look Like A Salad Plate,
I’m Straight Out Tha Alley Way
It’s Tha Nigga Ya Daddy Hate
Weezy F Baby -GREAT-

[Hook:]
I Know They Love Me They Hate Me
But I’m a G It Won’t Make Me Or Break Me
And U Can Find Me Wherever The Money Place Me (Yea)
Until Ya Ridin To Tha Late B And Don’t Wake Me
Cause I’m Sleepin And I’m Dreamin
And Me And My Lord Got An Agreement
So I Thank Him Everyday For My Acheivements
And I’m Weezy
I’m Weezy.

[Chorus:]
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh [x2]

Yeah, now how ya like me now…

[Verse 1:]
Got the h** goin’ till 6
Press a button, watch the m*****f***er do tricks
I don’t know what you are on, but I’m on some new s****
While you’re b**** is on my d***, like a glue stick
I got a grill, I don’t have to get my tooth fixed
The tooth fairy would retire if I loose it
Straight out the clip, that’s how I spit like an oozey
You can’t find me ’cause I’m lost in the music
I’m runnin’ this and I can jump the hurdles
I feelin’ like I’m racing a bunch of little turtles
Keep a bandana like the Ninja Turtles
I’m like a turtle, when I sip the purple

[Chorus:]
And I smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and I ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

(chuckles) so how ya like me now…

[Verse 2:]
Buck 60 on the dash, I’mma do two
Captain Crunch, these n***as is Fruit Loops
That’s why your girl wanna f*** me and my group too
And I’mma make her back it up like “droop shoop”
I’m the Birdman Jr., I gotta do coups
I hop up out that m*****f***er, holler “suwoop”
Hollygrove 17, I’m from the zoo crew
You would think every animal in the zoo loose
(F*** with me) I’m on that screw juice but I keep my s*** together, not a screw loose
Yeeaahh, word to my Gucc (Gucci) boots, I’m higher than a new suit

[Chorus:]
Till we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Now how ya like me now…

[Verse 3:]
Buck forty on a ring that I don’t really wear
But I bet it light up the night like the city fair
This s*** ain’t fair, I didn’t have to go there
But all this ice got me feelin’ like a polar bear
I’m so aware, I’m so prepared, I’m so fly I will take off into the open air
Lift off, Cristal, please, crackers with cheese
N***a please, we on J-E-Ts like Curtis Martin and whitley green
I’m… lightin’, lightin’, light the thing, light the thing, no Reggie man

[Chorus:]
You know I smoke that kush…
And I ball like swoosh [x2]

Now how ya like me now..

[Talking:]
I hate gossip
And I don’t walk around lookin for it, you know?
But, yesterday It Seemed to just wander around till it found me you know like
The gossip found me
Then why don’t you just prove it.
How? You don’t know how to prove it?
Well, what you just do is…
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop… (Ooo)

[Lil Wayne:]
Stop… hatin on a nigga
That is a weak emotion
The lady of a nigga
And you could get tipped
Like ya waitin on a nigga
Put a body bag and an apron on tha nigga…
I give my all behind the mic,
But you could never see, if you sit behind the light
You don’t have to pick me… to win the title fight
But I’m gone wear that championship belt soo tight
And if I’m wrong, there is no right
And if I’m wrong, there is Snow White…
I’m tryna be polite, but you bitches in my hair like the fuckin PO-LICE, and
My flow is rare, these other rappers nice,
These other rappers bark,
Some of em’ even bite
But I’m much more bright
I give the game sight
So before you dim the light you just might… might… wanna

[Talking:]
Think it over (think it over) Oo
Think it over (think it over) Baby… get em

[Lil Wayne: ]

Stop… analyzin’ critacizin’,
You should realize what I am and start epidamizin’
Lagenament, got the heart of the biggest lion
Confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it’s like my shit is dyin’
It rains a lot in my city, cause my citys cryin’
Cause my citys dyin’
But I emerge from all of that, I am a living pion eer near zion,
Fear god not them,
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot…
And soo woop, and then I leave a tub in the booth, I leave a bloodbath,
Sorry that’s a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
Like the strings on the shoe
Nah nigga fuck that
I’m twisted like the string on a boot, where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, I must ask…

[Talking:]
Hey, haven’t I been good to you? (Think it over)
Tell me, haven’t I been sweet to you?

[Lil Wayne:]
Drag my name through the mud
I come out clean
Cast away stones
I won’t even blink
A gun is not a math problem,
I won’t even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don’t believe in me
Don’t believe me
I graduated from hungry,
And made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta
Take it and eat it
But I’m gone need cheese if I’m bakin’ the ziti
You niggas want beef,
I want a steak and uh we be,
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica, where weed be,
Hard body nigga, just takin it easy,
All about my paper, bout my paper like EZ,
Wider wrappers, why do rappers, lie to fans, lie to rappers,
Lotta rappers, lie like actors, cut tha motherfuckin cameres
Cut the check… fuck ya props
I Am hip hop

And I ain’t dead I’m alive [pulse].