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025Lil Wayne:Get Off The Corner Lyrics

posted by admin on May 21st, 2008

The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin, with penitentiary chances
The dope roped up in the cup of their pants
Fiends flock likeĀ ??? come get this candy
I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O’s
Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll
If I spot the laws comin, hey its time to roll
Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control
The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang
Plus it’s a sweet day, me next score for three days
One time they say what you mean, I gets the green
Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me?
In my predicament I’m guilty until proven innocent
Hustle ridiculous, I’m tryin to get this dope continuos
Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain’t tryin to fall
Want everybody numb like ambasol
But he heard

[Chorus 1]
Uh oh
There go them fuckin po-po’s
And if you know like I know
You better get off the corner

I’m a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin
hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models
And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas
Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas
You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin
With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it
Do not twist because lil man is trippin
They could have ya body in three different places
Ain’t nothin gravy, but save it
Cause I’m a ride and hit the nigga street
Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree
While I’m shitty from the weed
Like were them bustas be
I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set
Come outside late at night to your surprise I’m here with Tecks
Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it’s so realistic
So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fetti
Be on the block until them souljas hit it
That’s when he heard….

[Chorus 2]
Blocka
Me come to tear your block up
If you don’t want no problems
You better get off the corner

All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it
I make a livin in this crooked public distributin
Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin
The hottest D in town lookin for me hit me Tuesday, like after six
See I crack the bricks right down to Z’s
Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp’s to ki’s
Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin
No droughts I don’t sit on nothin
I don’t believe I’m frontin
If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin
The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege
And the law don’t bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G’s
Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets
I’m tryin to deal with every nigga, and sell the birds up cheap
I’m greedy, if there’s any money bein made from drugs I need it
Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can’t beat it
Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it
Does anybody else, I’ll pay em a visit
That’s when ya heard….

[Chorus 3]
Come here peeps
I’m hearin that you run these streets
You don’t want beef
Then get off the corner

[Chorus 1,2,3,3 repeat 2x]

Uh oh, you better get off the corner, skirt
Blocka, you better get off the corner
Come here, you better get off the corner
Get off the corner, Get off the corner
What, uh oh, get off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
Like dat, Get off the corner

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024Lil Wayne:Watch Them People Lyrics (intro)

posted by admin on May 21st, 2008

It was the summer of 2001
And I saw the whole fuckin thing
Yo! Can I say fuck on tv?
These guys had on some squad, shit!
It was Lil’ Wayne, two puppies, one child, and a dike
But not just any dike, Dick Van Dike
Hey, can I give a few shotouts to my people?
Yo mom! Yo dad! What’s up? Cool! I’m on tv!
Hey, I been tellin them guys to get off the corner!
(I mean y’all know I’m good for…)

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023Lil Wayne:You Want War lyrics

posted by admin on May 7th, 2008

Lyrics for Lil’ Wayne song You Want War

[Lil' Wayne]
Aw aw
Aw aw!
Aw aw!!
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin’, black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it’s sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see tha left hand buggin’, nigga, respect it
But if you see tha left hand bustin’, nigga, your disrespectin’
Took one to tha chest, I never die, I’m tha same brotha
Jump out and shoot K’s, let ‘em fly, I’m tha same brotha
It’s a must they recognize that I’m untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
Uhhh, hang up and try again
I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again
Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten
Me, Lil’ Mario, and Toolie, that’s my man, fam
My niggas don’t give a Jean-Claude VanDamme
About’chu, ’cause we don’t play around
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
Take tha ground that you walk on
Tap tha phones that you talk on
Jam ya up and take your arms off
I hit you twice with tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your head fall off… fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what)
I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
numb-nut
I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what
I’m standin’ there like all mine
Run through your click like a weak defensive line
Doggy fresh

[Turk]
You want war, nigga, let’s beef… beef
We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets… streets
I’ll be dressed in camouflage, Ree’s on my feet
Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin’ like heat
What ya.. know, I’m tha one from tha T.C.
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I’ll bet any G (any G)
On fire, nigga, label, that’s a HB
And if I can’t kill you.. killin’ your family (family)
Think it’s a game, ‘rilla, test my nuts, you’ll see
How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
Heads bust if ya really think it’s CMB
And I know you all know about Slim and B
We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the Baby still servin’ niggas for ten a key… nigga

[Lil' Wayne]
Aw, aw, aw, look
Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body
Call me that lil’ nigga with tha Role… fulla diamonds
Call me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I’ma holler
With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain’t my problem
Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I’ma chop him
Ch-uh.. chop him
Put tha flame to him
All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him
‘Cause I’m tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil’ Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be.. doin’ tha best at thangs
That mean I gotta wear a vest that day
I really think them niggas jealous… of tha sparkle in my necklace
He ain’t ready.. he ain’t ready

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