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WE TAKIN´ OVER

Yezzir
It's me...the rapper eater...feed me feed me feed me! No homo.

One time for me, one time for the DJ
He be Khaled, I be Lil' Weezy
Baby if you ask me if you're nasty
Creative gifted bastard
Spit sporadic
I'm so diplomatic democratic
Touch it, Bring it, Push it systematic
Damn right I kissed my daddy
I think they pissed at how rich my daddy is
And I'm his kid I stunt with my daddy
Call Mrs. Lee, she's with my daddy
So diss me and dont diss my daddy
Cause who was there when no one wasn't? Just my daddy
Who was there when I needed money? Just my daddy
So who'll be there when I see the money? Just my daddy
Who said that I be the one?
Just my daddy!
Hello Hip Hop I'm home,
Its Your Daddy
When I say D's, I don't mean the caddy I mean 'deez nuts'
Akon's and Khaleds, Rick Ross, TIP, Stunna and Fat Joe
And I can't, can't, can't forget Brisco
& Yeah I done squashed the bullshit it's rizo
It's a bakery here just trying to get dough
Shout to my Dreads, my Haitians and Chicos
You're lookin for me hoe?
I'm in the 3-0...Five,
I'm the best rapper alive
Homeboy got a mind, that a map couldnt find

Homeboy got a 9, that a cop couldnt find
I could get to it even if I was blind
Scary movie be screaming when I rhyme
I'ma 'King' you can ask 'Steven' if I'm lying
I'ma Prince too demanding like my mom
Too bold too cold like wet Sa-lam-Me!
Me! It's all about me!
If a girl gotta voice then she talking about me!
He say, she say, I say me!
Will be in the M.I.A. me!
With me! And T! And Big Ronnie!
And the homie Street probably somewhere on the beach
And Tez and E probably somewhere in the jeep
And Marl in the Phantom with Mr. G
And me! Me! It's all about me!
Play with me and it's all out beef
Beef! Yes! Chest! Feet!,
Tag! Bag! Blood! Sheets!
Yikes! Yeeks! Great! Scott!
Storch! Can I borrow your yacht?
Watch me and my click go all out
Like the ball in the stands we balls out
Boy I don't know what y'all 'bout
But I just spit like a dog mouth
Pink ice just looking like a hog mouth
VRRRMMM ...I had to bring the hog out
Light dem trees bring the log out
Everyday Christmas I'm egged nogged out
& Hip Hop Is My New Bought House
My flow just grew legs and walked out
BYE




MILLION DOLLAR BABY

(Chorus)
Sick with It, six digits, big engine
Get lots of head like six midgets
It just the code I live by,
Represent the road I grew up by,
And I see the game like an umpire.
Muthafuck one time, and everything come by
I am the boss, I have a nigga tell you about the gunline
I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the Porsche redline
I drive that muthafucka like I'm tryna beat the deadline.
Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy bitch
I'm fly and your boyfriend is an ostrich
How much you cost bitch?
See I will buy you and then sell you back like an auction.
Okay? I am affiliated with DJ Drama
And this Just Blaze track has just met Jeffery Doma
I am a bingo on the beat like Carson Palma
And the niggas couldn't see me with panorama.
(Haha) Niggas soft as a can of flowers
You soft as a can of tuna
You fucking with a piranha
The balling is no illusion
Paper tall as a tower
I'm paid hoe, I could change your life all in a hour.
I promise I see the city skyline from my shower
I'm feeling like a gun with a bag of gun powder
POW POW
I'm Higher than Mr. Childs
Fresh from the bottom of the ant pile.
WEEZY

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My grill is gangsta, my aim is money
The championship is beautiful but the game is ugly
They say feed the hungry, but these bitches is greedy
But I am awful gifted, I am simply strategic
It's come to my room, I make her feel like its Egypt
And she leave out that room feeling like a paraplegic
My foot game is my capital feature
I stuff her ass up like a pair of new sneakers
Back to the subject at hand,
Baby I'm a wealthy ass young black man
Flow more rare than finding black sand
And, I just want some brain like a fucking cat scan
I just want some paper like a fucking trash can
And, life is a maze so hows it hanging back man?
i seem to amaze, as well as advance
I'm so far ahead I gotta save the last dance.

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Get it straight like pampers I enhance,
MOB, I'm all about my chips like Lance
I be with animals with animal tactics,
I swear I'm backed up like New York traffic
You dumb fucks, you're nothing but lunch ducks,
Big nuts hairs, swinging like nu-chucks
Holly Road I'm claiming it like insurance
I'm known to grind, nigga you're just a tourist,
Flowers for the dead, say hello to the florists
Fuck with me wrong bet I rush it like Borris
Like they tryna kick it but I ain't Chuck Norris
I kick it with a few and he rolling up a forest
Can't be compared, no I'm not a thesaurus
Can't be banned, I'm sorry Miss Delourous
Fuck Wendy Williams, that bitch look like a dude
Her body look chewed and her hair looks glued
But let me get back to my food
Eat the track up and leave the Mic Barbecued
Why in 30 lives would you ever war with I
i'm just getting high thinking about the Carter 5
My homies straight, my momma good and my daughters fine
Everyday I pray and thank the great Lord of mine
Weezy baby, you're looking at greatness
Gangsta Grillz, no braces.




STUNTIN LIKE ME DADDY

[chorus]
Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money
Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross
Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss
And I be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy
Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy

Bitch im paid, thats all I gotta say
Cant see my lil niggas, the money in the way
And im, im sittin high, a gansta ride blades
If you aint gone ride fly than you might as well hate
Shit I gotta eat... even though I ate
It aint my birthday but I got my name on my cake
Believe that, if ya mans wanna play
Imma fuck around and put that boy brains on the table
So pick 'em up, pop 'em let 'em lay
Where im from we see a fuckin dead body everyday
Thats, uptown, throwin stuff at 'em
Niggaz talk about me im throwin shots back at 'em
Bitch im a pipe, and she like a crack attic
And she saw me cookin EGGS and she though I was back at it
I grab the keys, hoe I gotta go
I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs

[chorus]
Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money
Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross
Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss
And I be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy
Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy

98's, 45 paper plates
10 the whole thang big money heavy weight
A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a caddy, 25 on the pinky,
Bought a pound of blow and bounced back
Magic grills, big houses on the hill
Got them hoes in the kitchen all cookin pan meals
... holla, dollar after dollar
Flippin chickens gettin tickets nigga meet me after hour
Born stunna, uptown hunter
3rd world G's nigga been about money
Ice ..., birdman redmonkeys
White Tees lots of jewels this is cash money
You now we shine every summer, we grind every summer
And this is how we spend money
You see them bentleys and them lambs'
Them ounces and them grams, bitch we was born hustlas

[chorus]
Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money
Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross
Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss
And I be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy
Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy

When I was 16 I bought my first mercedes benz
I must've fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends
White leather, hot new bare rims, brand new pistol
With the trigger like a hair pin
Big work, we dont need scale man, big papers say
G'mornin to the mail man
What'cha now bout putting bricks in the spare? man,
I can stuff a coupe like a muthafucken caravan
Im in my zone my ... is so rare man a ...
You lookin at the chair man
How you want it, show me my opponent....
Show me my opponent
Im still ballin, a bullet gotta get me and
I've never been a pussy cause my hood never let me
A made nigga got made niggas wit me
Ima motorcyle boy so im about to pop a wheelie

[chorus]
Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money
Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross
Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss
And I be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy
Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy

[chorus]
Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Veerom veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Cash money still the company and bitch im the boss

Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Veerom veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Cash money still the company and bitch im the boss