Lil’ Wayne – Best Rapper Alive

Bring the crowd and I’m loud _In Living Colour_

It is Weezy fuckin’ baby got these rappers in my stomach

Yumi, I’m takin’ it I ain’t asking them for nothing

If you sell a million records we can battle for ya’ money

I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sunday

Watch a football game and bet it all on one play

Still stuntin’ baby yes I’m still flossin

Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it

Big wheels make it look a lil bulky

You look a lil salty have ya’ self a chill coffee

Chill out the girls is still out

Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out

I’m busy I got paper to reel in

God I hope they steppin’ at the end of my rod

And I hope I’m fishing in the right pond

And I hope you catchin’ on to every line

Who am I?

[Hook]

The Best Rapper Alive [4x]

Swagger right (check) game tight

And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me

(who) The Best Rapper Alive [4x]

Swagger right (check) game tight

And you should be afraid be very afraid

[Verse 2]

The heart of New Orleans

Thumpin’ and beatin’

Livin’ and breathin’

Stealin’ and feedin

Peelin’ and leavin’

Killin’ and grievin’

Dearly departed erased deleted

No prints no plates no face no trace

Out of sight out of mind

No court no case

Sell his chain celebrate block party second line

Zulu ball essence fest jazz fest mardi gras

Shorty bounce body rock

Now he drop now he got

Family cry tell the feds tell the cops

Smell the rat comin’ back to the house

To the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat

(Pow!) trigga man hoodie man tell the kids

Boogie man pistol pete ammo mammal gun man blum blam!

Damn Sammie you dun’ fucked up

Pussy ass niggaz put ya’ nuts up

Just call me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs

(whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me

Fuck Em!

Fuck ’em good fuck long fuck ’em hard

Fuck who? Fuck ’em all

(yeah) like dat jus like dat

I’m on dat money train and the mac’ll knock ’em off track

The quarterback well protected from the +Warren Sapp+

The young heart attack I spit dat cardiac

You can’t see me baby boy you got dat catorax

I’m right here straight out the hood jus like an alley cat

Since everyone’s a king where the fuck your palace at

Me I got calus on my hand I can handle dat

Its no problem baby I so got ’em

Its just a victory lap baby I’m jus joggin’

And I ain’t even out of breathe

the motherfuckin’ best yet sorry for cursing

Who?

[Hook]