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      Lil Wayne

      Album: Tha Carter III

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      A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire
      Tougher than Nigerian hair
      My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
      I'm a venereal disease
      Like a menstrual—bleed
      Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
      Cause I don't write shit, cause I ain't got time
      Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
      And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-chopper
      Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfuck a copper
      Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'
      Tell the coppers ha-ha-ha you can't catch him, you can't stop him
      I go by them goon rules, if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
      You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em
      You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em
      You pop 'em cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher
      
      Motherfucker I'm ill
      
      A million here, a million there
      Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere
      Like smoke in the thinnest air
      I open the Lamborghini
      Hopin' them crackers see me like, "look at that bastard Weezy
      He's a beast he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem"
      Okay you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin
      Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
      On some faggot bullshit
      Call him Dennis Rodman
      Call me what you want bitch
      Call me on my Sidekick
      Never answer when it's private
      Damn I hate a shy bitch
      Don't you hate a shy bitch?
      Yeah I ate a shy bitch
      She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch
      Yeah nigga, that's my bitch
      So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised, bitch
      It ain't trickin' if you got it
      But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
      Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
      And I'm o.k., but my watch sick
      Yeah my drop sick
      Yeah my glock sick
      Am I not thick?
      I'm it
      Motherfucker I'm ill
      
      See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac,
      Andre 3000—where is Erykah Badu at?
      Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne
      My name ain't Bic, but I keep That flame
      Now who that wanna do that, boy you knew that chew that swallow
      And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
      I don't owe you like two vowels
      But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
      And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
      Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
      Tony told us this world was ours
      And the Bible told us every girl was sour
      Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower
      Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower
      Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery
      Even Gwen Stefani say she couldn't doubt me
      Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me
      Chrome lips pokin' out, the coupe look like it's poutin'
      I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
      Bitch, I will turn a crack rock into a mountain
      Dare me
      Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me
      They don't see me, but they hear me
      They don't feel me, but they fear me
      
      I'm illie

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