(Lil wayne) target practice baby, only thing is, im not the shooter, Im da bullet biatch!
(Kanye West) They say your attitude determines your latitude Im high as a motherfucker, fly as motherfucker And still the motherfucker u love to hate, But cant, because u love what I make And Aint that about a bitch cause ima talk shit, until im outta hits they dont wanna turn they speaker up thay claim I aint deep enough all that talking I feed off of, keep it up im relaxin, my feet is up im leavin u haters like when shaq left the lakers juss to heat it up I save the stacks to stunt, I dnt needa front Make black history earyday , I dnt needa muff The survey says by the streets of cordon Kanye juss important, as micheal Jordan Was to the NBA when he was scorin Ralph Lauren was borin, before I wore him, and
(chorus) U aint never gottz to ask again, How we got the world to listen It aint easy to pretend, I know u lost your cool When the spot comes alive again We cant stop , its just the beginning U aint never gottz to ask again Baby this is what we do
(Lil wayne) Ok lemme put my gloves on. Yea Watchu want, and if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones. Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on, I aim at your moon, and get my howl on. Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry Cush, And when it comes to that paper I stack books. You heard what I said, I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head. Life ain't cheap, You're better off dead. If you can't pay the fee, Shout out my nigga fee. See every mother fucker at the door don't get a key, You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see. It's about money it's bigger than me I told my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea. Don't miss, you fuckin with the hit man, Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again.
(T.I) Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings (Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling So say what you want, and do what you please But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees I run a record label and a crew of G's So, niggaz'll come and look for you if ya sneeze or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say And be easy, or else it'll be a long day
(Jay z) They say a 9.9, we both lose our sight, nd 2 wrongs dnt make a right But when u been wrong, nd u know all along, that its juss one life At what point does one fight, (good question right) For u not to fall, try to put ya dogs in it, 10 'n a half, or a minute in a half Bet that stops all the grinin and the laughs, when u play the game of life, Nd the winnin in the bag , when ur eye drizzes to none, Then dependence all u have, where the block nigga standin tight as lemons on the ab, try to cop a shot paul they so cliscent in the cab but cant put they name on paper cuz then u on blast Mr. president is drunk in our resident, tell me wat u want me to do Come break bread wit us , Mr. governor I swear theres a cover up Mr. governor I swear theres a cover up