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[Talking:] I hate gossip And I don't walk around lookin for it, you know? But, yesterday It Seemed to just wander around till it found me you know like The gossip found me Then why don't you just prove it. How? You don't know how to prove it? Well, what you just do is... Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... (Ooo) [Lil Wayne:] Stop... hatin on a nigga That is a weak emotion The lady of a nigga And you could get tipped Like ya waitin on a nigga Put a body bag and an apron on tha nigga... I give my all behind the mic, But you could never see, if you sit behind the light You don't have to pick me... to win the title fight But I'm gone wear that championship belt soo tight And if I'm wrong, there is no right And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White... I'm tryna be polite, but you bitches in my hair like the fuckin PO-LICE My flow is rare, these other rappers nice, These other rappers bark, SongtexteSome of em' even bite But I'm much more bright I give the game sight So before you dim the light you just might... might... wanna [Talking:] Think it over (think it over) Oo Think it over (think it over) Baby [Lil Wayne:] Stop... analyzin' critacizin', You should realize what I am and start epidamizin' Laginament, got the heart of the biggest lion Confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin' It rains a lot in my city, cause my citys cryin' Cause my citys dyin' Still I emerge from all of that, I am a livin pio-neer, zion Fear God, not them Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot... and Soo-woop And, then I leave a tub in the boot, I leave a blood bath, Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at? I'm twisted Like the strings on the shoe Nah nigga fuck that I'm twisted like the string on a boot, where New Orleans at? I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass So in your possession, I must ask... [Talking:] Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over) Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you? [Lil Wayne:] Drag my name through the mud I come out clean Cast away stones I won't even blink A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink Don't believe in me Don't believe me I graduated from hungry, And made it to greedy My flow is like pasta Take it and eat it But I'm gone need cheese if I'm bakin' the ziti You niggas want beef? I want a steak and uh, we be Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be Hard body nigga, just takin it easy All about my paper, bout my paper like Eazy Why do rappers, why do rappers, lie to fans, lot of rappers Lie to rappers, lie like actors cut the motha fuckin camera Cut the check... nigga fuck ya props And make it out to Mr. hip-hop And I ain't dead I'm alive [pulse] Aus Songtexte Mania