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Lil Wayne

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    [Lil Wayne]
    We here
    I said we here
    The back of Tha Carter
    The back of Tha Carter....Two....Ooooh
    Yea....This here is....the end of Tha Carter Two people
    HEY! HaHa.Yea

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    [Verse 1]
    I got the game on ball and chain
    I threw the key in the train
    I'm like the key in the truck
    I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless
    Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychic
    Hearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine
    Say my name and die in the daytime
    You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton
    Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond
    I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign
    Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
    A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever
    Tell them pussy niggaz come together
    Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga
    Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal nigga
    I'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga
    Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different nigga
    Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin
    But she ain't really trippin, 'cause the pots is piston
    Them niggaz trippin, unitl the shots whistling'
    Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention
    I gotta bitch, and quit callin women bitches
    As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
    No preventing the crime, I gotta get it
    I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin
    There you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkin
    Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
    This is the future and crime is to no one
    I live everyday like this is the sure one
    Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
    Stand in the heat, 'til the mother fuckin snow come
    And it feels so fuckin good
    Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull
    No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
    Runnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
    Come and get it, automatics in motion
    We bangin for the bread nigga, even the molded
    I got my loaf, I got my toast
    Chaperone of the south, I got my coast. Yea
    And unll I die I'm Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE

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    Composición: Lil Wayne, T Mix y Baby

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