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Young Money
Ya Digg
Yeah
Macoroni

I'm a Millionaire,
I'm a Young Money Milli in aire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career
Just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease
Like a menstrual I bleed
Threw the pencil and leak
The sheet of the tablet in my mind
Cause I don't write shit
Cause I ain't got time
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours
Go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power
Of dat chit cha cha chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter
Father muthaf**ka copper
Got da maserati dancin'
On the bridge pussy poppin
Tell the coppers
Hahaha you can't catch Em
You can't stop Em
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat Em
Then you pop Em
You can't man Em
Then you mop Em
You can't stand Em
Then you drop Em
You pop Em
Cause we pop Em
Like Orville Redenbacher

Im Milli in here wit them
Young Money Milli in aires
Think you really pop a wheelie in air
Mac Milli
The Vanilli's in here
I'm a rascal dont get whopped
I get brats who dont give top
I get tassel
Pass you wit a flow
You could never put a brake on
An I break on anything a nigga take on
Feel the napalm from my trey arm
Straight long
Throw a nigga like I'm Akon
Cuz I make cons..
Where the base gone
Get the base blown
Let the Pistons on that chopper
Come on cops
I'm kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas
Illi in the mind
Really wit the nine
Milli when I rhyme
Silly anytime
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind
Shitty on a dime
Penny on the line
Plentys in me
Any guinea's wit em
Bigger than a mini and remind
I'm Illi and its all off G
Piece and a P..G
Walk by beep beep
Wit a freak
Skeet
Hawk Out
Big feet on a jeep..
She caught by Weezy F
We be the best
Truely to death prove me the rest
Groupies confess
You be the ref
Excuse me I left..
Ha

OK
I'm millionaire
I'm a Young Money Milli in aire
What chyall really want it now
Y'all dont really wanna do it
If hip hop is dead
I am the environment fluid
And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it
Notice I say 'it' cuz to me, it ain't shit
Get It
Call me whacha like trick
Call me on my sidekick
Never answer when its private
Man I hate a shy chick
Don't you hate a shy chick
I had a plate of shy chick
And she ain't shy no mo'
She changed her name to my chick
Hahaha
Yea boy thats my girl
And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world
Totally dude you should
See their faces when they see that
This robot can move
And it say...
Hahaha
Yea
And it go...
Thats right

I'm millionaire
I'm a young money
Cash money
Fast money
Slow money
Mo' money
Neva low money
What is that
Who is that
I never heard of it
I will take your picture
And make a 'rest in peace' shirt of it
Tell those nigga beatin to
Make a rest in peace shirt of me
Cuz I killed and now don't tell
No one you heard of me
Its like, the beat was screamin,
Murder me
And I'm a, murderer
So I murdered it
And you rappers is what
I eatin' I'll make sure of it
And he who don't believe me
I'll make dessert of him
Sherbet him,
I mean
Shame on him
I heard Carter father of
This rap thang,
This is my race
Gon' take a lap man weezy babys nursery
Now gon' take a nap man,
It's nap time
I'll holla back at you at snack time
Weezy... F....
Yea OK
They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3000
Where is Erykah Badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gon' beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't Vic, but I keep that flame
Who dat one
Dat do that boy
Yall knew dat
True dat swallow
And I be the shhhh
Now you got loose bottoms
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I'd like for you to pay me by the hour
Hahaha
And I'd rather be pushing flowers,
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
See Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Dont play in the garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many girls like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Man, life, just ain't life, without me
Hip hop just ain't hip hop, without me
Young Mula Baby
C3 Well
Come On Nay Nay
Daddy's Better

The Game
Punk ass mothaf**ka, get your ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the f**k up! f**king dogs barking and shit

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
*gun shot*

F**k You Nigga!

Chorus: Lil' Wayne
And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

The Game
Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..)
I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no f**kin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' “Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

Chorus: Lil' Wayne

The Game
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution...caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste, now?
And f**k Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin' the +good life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds (Gunshots)

Chorus: Lil' Wayne

The Game
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind f**ked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherf**kers afraid of Suge (Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherf**ker cocked back

Chorus: Lil' Wayne
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)

Hey [x3]

[Intro - Lil Mama]
The way we get loose we move our shoulders, forward, heads, back,
Get it in control like Janet jack,
Get it on the floor let 'em know what's happenin',

[Verse 1 (Lil Mama)]
Hold up you better ask somebody,
Hoppin' on my grind since butt touch potty,
Y'all don't really want it but the young got time,
With a flow so spec like....
It's so sick, how the clock go tick,
Keep giving y'all hits like...
Uh, 'cause the reason why I spit it, how I spit it, when I spit it,
It's like mucus, gotta get rid of it,
These chicks don't pop like me,
Incompatible girl no comparing me,
And ain't none of y'all scaring me,
Like don't you wish you girl was as bad as me,
With a flow so sick like twisters,
So sweet with the beat cold like a mistake,
Instincts come so smooth like what is it,
Bk h-dub...

[Chorus (Chris Brown):]
Shawty get loose, baby do what you do, let me see you let down your hair,
Shawty get loose, hit the dance floor and act like there's nobody else in
hurr,
Shawty get loose, crump, clown, break it on down, baby do your thing,
Shawty get loose, p-h-a-t phat, baby I ain't even know you could break it down
like that!

[Hook]
That [x8] Shawty Get Loose
That [x8] Shawty Get Loose

[Verse 2 (T-Pain)]
What it do, tell it to the pizzain,
You already know, tell 'em I'm the mizzain,
Shawty you ain't dealin' with a lezzain,
I'm gonna have you loose on the floor you gonna be steppin' with a cazzain,
I mind boggle models, with a bottle of something good,
I take 'em to the hood and have they ass going insane,
A hard rapper artist that hang with singers,
So don't think dis thing hard, cause homie it ain't,
I'm loose loose,
You gotta be kidding me, you tellin' me shawty right here can take her hair
down and do it like you, you, you
If all of this is true, you gotta show me what you done told me, now do it
5 4 3 2 2,
You know pain came to change the game all the way from the same thing it's some
of that,
New new,
Impress me,
I want person on the floor to come test me,

[Chorus (Chris Brown)]

[Hook (Chris Brown, Lil Mama)]
That (in the crib, in the club, to the block, it don't matter, it, it don't,
it, it don't matter) [x8] shawty get loose
That (in the crib, in the club, to the block, it don't matter, it, it don't,
it, it don't matter) [x8] shawty get loose

[Verse 3, Bridge (Lil Mama)]
In the crib, in the club, to the block, it don't matter, is pit 7, 4 5 6, a doo
doo dadda,
How she do do do a that like that,
Got the hood on the back, and the pockets are stacked,
Still rolling, rolling left right,
Shot coldin coldin that's right,
With my team on the mic, to make it
Bout to pop it, stop drop and roll like a hip-hop rock show,
You never know where my mind gonna go,
Not puerto rican but I like mango,
So smooth on the dance floor
Move on the dance floor
When you see me coming
I'm running it like a game show
You ain't no little mama go
She be burning and pumping and hit you with the bus flow
She's hot then get loose on the floor when I cannot stop!

[Chorus (Chris Brown)]

[Hook (Chris Brown)]
That [x8] Shawty Got Loose
That [x8] Shawty Get Loose

Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for. In this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, most diabolic villain in the world, Slim Shady!

Chorus Eminem :
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Don't act like a snobby model .
You just hit the lotto.
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk.

Dr.Dre
They see that low rider go by there, like “Oh my!”
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know why.
I dip through in that six trey like sick 'em Dre.
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me.
But hey, what else can I say? I love LA.
Cuz over and above all, it's just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends.
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again.
I'll be dammed, just ****** around and crashed my Benz.
Driving around with a smashed front end.
Let's cash that one in.
Grab another one from out the stable.
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado.
The hell if I know
do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions. Garage looks like precision collision
Or maico beats quake like Waco.
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though.

Chorus Eminem :
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Don't act like a snobby model.
You just hit the lotto.
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk.

Eminem
Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk.
Picture us, you'll just be another one bit the dust .
Just one up my mother's son who got thrown under the bus.
Kiss my butt. Lick my wonder cheese from under my nuts.
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It's a must I redeem my name n haters get murked (?).
Bitches lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut.
Missed the cut. The lady give a (?) some paper cut.
Now picture us. It's ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cuz when I spit the verse the **** gets worse and worse cuz your soft
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
It's elementary. The elephants have entered the room.
I venture to say with the same repetition is true
Not to mention back with a vengeance and hit the signal
Of the bat symbol. The platinum dude is back on you hoes.

Chorus Eminem :
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Don't act like a snobby model .
You just hit the lotto.
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent

50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money aint a thang When you party with me
Its what we into its simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
Im the napalm the bomb the don im king kong
Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on
Im so calm through vietnam ring the alarm
Bring the shaun dawn burn marajaun do what you want
***** on and on till the break
I spend money like it dont mean nothing
Blow it like its suposed to be blown
Motherfucker im grown
I stunt i style i flash the shit
I gets what the fuck i want so what I trick
I say move a bitch move

Chorus Eminem :
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Don't act like a snobby model .
You just hit the lotto.
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk