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  • Lil Wayne – Mind Right (Freestyle) Lyrics

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    [Intro: Tk-N-Ca$h]
    My mind right
    I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
    I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
    Yeah
    Yeah

    [Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h]
    I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
    (Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
    I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
    (come up on a check to get my mind right)
    I had to-

    [Verse: Lil Wayne]
    Get my mind right
    Money white
    Hustle right
    Fuck her right
    Fuck it right
    Fuck them pussy niggas I’ll see ‘em in another life
    Woo! May my tombstone read what a life
    Pussy ass nigga say he thuggin’ he a fuckin’ lie
    Tell him I say its a wrap like it’s mummified
    Hustle for a hundred days a hundred nights
    Run it right
    Runnin’ lights
    Duckin’ lights
    There he go, cut the lights
    Try to spare these niggas but I put ’em on fuckin’ strike
    Got these niggas scrambling, and we sunny side
    Come at me sideways I ride three six five days
    Hot as a latte, picante, an entrée
    I am the fucking best man for the job
    These niggas bridesmaids, I leave niggas sideways
    I don’t want to hear it to me it’s just blasé
    I need my money on dalé on dalé
    I got my mind right I got my mind made
    But how come the early bird acting like I’m late
    I’m ready for war
    Money right
    Hustle white
    Alright
    Fuckin’ right
    Whippin’ white all night ’til a nigga knuckle white
    Smoke a pound drunk a pint, another pint, another pint
    B-T-W F-Y-I F-Y-L
    Fuck your life L-O-L bullet shell, bloody knife
    Body parts, babies crying, bitches running, bells ringing
    Had to leave my heavenly bitch for a hell’s angel, Lord
    I l-l-licked the pussy ’til I got my L’s tangled
    I take CMB off the YM, I’m just spell checkin’
    Yeah, I know a nigga named Rodney King
    Get along with him and not with me
    ‘Cause I’m on the edge and I’m ’bout to leave
    Gun to his head make him count to three
    One, two, three
    BOW BOW BOW BOW
    She gave me head she forgot to breathe
    Straight from the bed to the shower scene
    Straight from the store to the block nigga
    I do numbers you can count on me
    Remember when I didn’t have a pot to pee
    Now I look like I done hit the lottery
    Went from poverty to property
    Make a mockery of a shopping spree
    These niggas ain’t cold they ain’t hot to me
    They think they like me but they not to me
    Wait let me put my binoculars on
    You fake as fuck as far as I can see
    My eyes red as fuck look like a eye disease
    I let that yopper squeeze, I sat down with me
    And then I told myself, look before you kill somebody leave

    [Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h & *Lil Wayne*]
    I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
    (Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
    *Woah, my mind right, get my mind right, ayy*
    I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
    *I want my money nigga*
    *Come up with that check get my money right*
    I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
    (Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
    *I got my mind right, my money right, I’m ready for war*
    I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
    (come up on a check to get my mind right)
    *Yeah, yeah, I got my mind right, my money right, I’m ready for war*

    [Outro: Lil Wayne & Tk-N-Ca$h]
    Yeah, yeah, Y-M-C-M-Beef yeah
    Y-M, not them, and I’m the real Young Moolah baby
    My mind right, I had to leave them boys alone to get my mind right
    I had to come up on a check I want my money nigga
    Come up with that check I want my money nigga

    I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
    (Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
    I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
    (come up on a check to get my mind right)


  • Juvenile – Cash Money Gorilla Lyrics

    [Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
    Cash money niggas straight cookin that shit
    Bitches on the corner straight hookin’ that shit
    See, ass dummy niggas love bussin at shit
    But automatic weapons straight bustin’ that shit
    NOPD, gon yellow tape’em tonight
    Rose funeral home gon’ wake em’ tonight
    It’s 12 o’clock midnight on the uptown street
    Two thugged out niggas, hot toting that heat
    Rhino bullets yall, fingers on the trigga
    Ain’t scared to pull it yall
    Get ya bones & ya homes, lock em’ up yo shit
    Put ya kids on the floor before the click-clacks spit
    Ride witcho shit, ready, load it and cock
    If a nigga try to test ya, then clear the whole block
    Shoot 1st, ask questions last
    If ya ask questions, wind up on ya ass
    Since the beginning, niggas scream “Killa!”
    I bust fuckin back, cause I’m motherfuckin’ realer
    Government issued, .9 nina fuckin’ milli
    But if you fuckin push I’mma show yo ass gorilla

    [Hook: Juvenile](x4)
    Cause Imma killa-la-la-la
    Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la

    [Verse 2: Juvenile]
    Nigga whats the use in you havin’ cocaine and you can’t move it?
    What’s the use in you havin’ a brain and you can’t use it?
    What’s the use in you sayin’ you ballin, you can’t prove it?
    What’s the use of you talkin’ about it, you don’t it?
    Niggas don’ fled, with my mother I’m thinkin’ about bussin his head
    Come round the corner with the K
    Now what did you say?
    You gon’ know what you don’t know
    When you losing yo legs
    The beef is frozen, cause I know to keep foolishness dead
    We used to be duckin’ blue ones
    Now we duckin’ big reds
    Rude boy was lookin, but I ain’t know why
    I told’em they got it uptown
    He told me he workin’ with sticky green, under 600 a pounnnnd
    Now watch me, go head again
    Continue with shot calling
    And we pushin’ a Benz
    Wanna see all my people and my patnas ballin’
    CMB rollin ova every block haulin’ (Haulin’)
    Cause they some…

    [Hook 2: Juvenile]
    Killa-la-la-la’s
    Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la’s
    Call me some Killa-la-la-la’s
    Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la’s
    Call me the killa-la-la-la
    Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la

    [Verse 3: Baby (Birdman)]
    Nigga I ain’t gon’ never get enough of this game spittin’
    Fuckin, drinkin champagne, and duckin haters and snitches
    And pluckin’ at these niggas when they get outta line
    And fuckin’ these hoes every chance I get some free time
    Ain’t none of that come between me, gettin’ on the grind
    Cause I’m bout my cheese, playboy at all times
    3 bricks at nine
    And nigga I need every bit of my $27,000 don’t be short not one dime
    Now, you know how ya nigga’ll play ya
    Will take hunnids off the top, only ya round could fade ya
    I’m worth a million on my life; dead
    I’m worth more here but if I die, playboy my family straight
    I gotta habit of shootin’ them bones
    I got it going on, and I put 50 G’s on the table
    Won’t ya match it homie?
    I love dollars but I rather play with thousands
    I make mills and fuckin’ hoes in these public houses
    I had so much money till it feared me
    I wonder one day if them white folks come and get me
    I love to floss and shine in the day time
    But I rather ride low low, with limousine in the night time

    [Hook 1,2: Juvenile]

    [Outro: Juvenile]
    Yea, yea
    If my beef come imma march nigga step
    If ya fuck with me imma march nigga step
    Play with my people Imma march nigga step
    Disrespect the Magnolia Imma march nigga step
    Play with the CMB, bouta march nigga step, march nigga step


  • Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne – Oh Lord (The Birth Of A Nation The Inspired By Album) letras

    [Intro: Gucci Mane]
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, hah
    Yup

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    I’m rebellious and fearless, I laugh at failure
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    I’m a prophet, a legend, I’m not beggin’
    I’d rather die for my freedom than live like a peasant
    The precious, recessions, the past and the present
    Slavery to segregation, I still rob with my brethren
    Get these choppas up up off me, I’m street but I’m Godly
    Know these white folks fear me but nothin’ can stop me
    I was destined to be this so nothin’ amaze me
    My best attribute is bravery, they think that I’m crazy
    Ask Gucci if you with me, then let’s get to walkin’
    Cause I’m sick and tired of everybody doing nothin’ but talkin’
    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my payer
    Know you ain’t take me this far just to leave me here
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, I know that life’s unfair
    But who gon take care of the family if I’m not there? (Lord)
    Dear Lord, oh Lord

    [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
    I gotta feed the family
    But I had to leave the family
    I cut off CMB, I’m an amputee
    But I never leave Christianity
    Might have to plead insanity
    It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday
    I’mma pray for you niggas, then celebrate
    Lord I know these streets contaminate
    But Lord I can’t get beat like Anna Mae
    Lord I gotta think about Reginae
    And Lil Tune and Lil Neal and Lil Cameron
    Lord, I gotta think like I’m Hemingway
    Make a way, wish a way, anyway, anyway
    Lord I gotta create and innovate
    Or else it’s back to the interstate
    Wheeling in my fortunes
    Willing to kill you just for my fortunes
    I can recall we were chillin’ on porches
    Living with roaches, dealin’ with hoe shit
    Tending to lotion, now we in motion, everything kosher
    God bless the ‘Nolia, God bless Angola
    Rest in Peace Soulja and all of the soldiers
    The war isn’t over, call on Jehovah, Lord

    [Hook: Gucci Mane + Lil Wayne]
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my payer
    Know you ain’t take me this far just to leave me here
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, I know that life’s unfair
    But who gon take care of the family if I’m not there? (Lord)
    Dear Lord, oh Lord

    [Outro: Gucci Mane + Lil Wayne]
    Mula baby
    Dear Lord, oh Lord
    Dear Lord, oh Lord
    Dear Lord, oh Lord
    I gotta feed the family
    Dear Lord, oh Lord


  • Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne – Oh Lord Lyrics

    (Intro – Gucci Mane)
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, hah
    Yup

    (Verse 1 – Gucci Mane)
    I’m rebellious and fearless, I laugh at failure
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    I’m a prophet, a legend, I’m not begging
    I’d rather die for my freedom than live like a peasant
    The precious, recessions, the past and the present
    Slavery to segregation, I still rob with my brethren
    Get these choppas up up off me, I’m street but I’m Godly
    Know these white folks fear me but nothing can stop me
    I was destined to be this so nothing amaze me
    My best attribute is bravery, they think that I’m crazy
    Ask Gucci if you with me, then let’s get to walking
    Cause I’m sick and tired of everybody doing nothing but talking

    (Chorus – Gucci Mane)
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my payer
    Know you ain’t take me this far just to leave me here
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, I know that life’s unfair
    But who gon take care of the family if I’m not there? Lord
    Dear Lord, oh Lord

    (Verse 2 – Lil Wayne)
    I gotta feed the family
    But I had to leave the family
    I cut off CMB, I’m an amputee
    But I never leave Christianity
    Might have to plead insanity
    It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday
    I’mma pray for you ni**as, then celebrate
    Lord I know these streets contaminate
    But Lord I can’t compete like anime
    Lord I gotta think about Reginae
    And Lil Tune and Lil Neal and Lil Cameron
    Lord, I gotta think like I’m Hemingway
    Make a way, wish a way, anyway, anyway
    Lord I gotta create and innovate
    Or else it’s back to the interstate
    Wheeling in my fortunes
    Willing to kill you just for my fortunes
    I can recall we were chilling on Fortunes
    Living with roaches, dealing with hoe s**t
    Tending to lotion, now we in motion, everything kosher
    God bless the Nolia, God bless Angola
    Rest in Peace soldier and all of the soldiers
    The war isn’t over, call on Jehovah, Lord

    (Chorus – Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne)
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my payer
    Know you ain’t take me this far just to leave me here
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
    Dear Lord, oh Lord, I know that life’s unfair
    But who gon take care of the family if I’m not there? Lord
    Dear Lord, oh Lord

    (Outro – Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne)
    Mula baby
    Dear Lord, oh Lord
    Dear Lord, oh Lord
    Dear Lord, oh Lord
    I gotta feed the family
    Dear Lord, oh Lord