10. “Hustler Musik”

I ain't never killed nobody I promise
And I promise if you try me he goin' have to rewind this track
And make me go back
That thing will go ratttttttt
That boy will lay flat
So flat that
Act is what I perform amongst you haters
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating
Black Peter Pan fly till I die, what you saying?
Bathing Ape, Eve Saint, Evisu what I stay in
And got me feeling like Scarface
Light the Cohiba
Streets reply I look right in a four-seater
You know I be out here right in a four-seater
Top Floor of the four seasons
Four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up
And look I got some
And only one know how to bag
Bitch bundle up
See it's a cold world
So homie bundle up
We ain't on this grind for nothing
So get your hustle up

9. “Georgia Bush”

Noooowww
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sittin on top they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane Bush
Then they tellin y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to Geeoorrggiiaa
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's really goin’ on
Make it look like a lotta stealin’ goin’ on
All them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just tryin’ to eat
Man fuck the police and president (Georgia) Bush
So what happened to the levies, why wasn't they steady?
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levy
That keep on tellin me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
Young President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush

8. “Dough Is What I Got”

Give a woman none, uh-huh
I already gave my brother some, it's my sister turn
Ain't it funny how the fish do burn
But your boy just relax like a fresh new perm
Like the World in the barrel of the pistol turn
Homie get it how we live, never live and learn
Gotta talk about the flow cause you is concerned
Only down south rapper could've been in The Firm
Or the Commission or Wu-Tang nigga
Tryna tell you I can kick it like Liu Kang nigga
Got that Sub-Zero flow, how you want me ma?
Make her get over here like Scorpion
And when it comes down to the recording
I must be Lebron James if he's Jordan
No, I won rings for my performance
I'm more Kobe Bryant of an artist
Same coach, same game, been starting
Same tri-angle Offense
I come through the lane like Dargent
Referee niggas is lame, they call charging
I have no brain I'm retarded
We are not the same I'ma Martian
You can be my Jane; I'm your Tarzan
I'm from the jungle where the snakes is all poison
I am magnificent like Marcus
You might wanna fall back like August
Or late September whatever you call it
I hit niggaz in the head like Vonage
I am talking to no particular audience
But understand I'm the guardian
And understand there won't be no guardin’ him
You will just get played like an accordion
I don't give a damn if she's bossy
I keep pussy running like a faucet
She better catch like she Steve Largent
Because I'm "What's up" like "Martin"

7. “A Milli”

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 I bleed
Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet of 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 the ch ch ch ch chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father Motherfuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancin’ on the bridge pussy poppin’
Tell the coppers hahahaha 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 drop ‘em because we pop ‘em like Orville Redenbacher
I'm ill!

6. “Uh-Ohhh”

Uh-ohh! You did it, now, you gotta get it
Weezy F is in yo' buildin, I will step, on yo' buildin
From the steps, of my buildin, raise hell, hell's risen
Call me young Raekwon, I'm a Chef in Hell's Kitchen
And flow; sweet as devil's food, I eat angels for dinner
Call me what'cha want; I don't give a finger in the middle
I'ma hold it down and blow up, the anchor is the missile
When I say we got them brrrrrrrrrr! I ain't tryin to whistle
Long body Maybach, it make me feel so little
I'm ballin on the suckers and I won't pick up my dribble
Retarded on the beats, sick, I spit hospitals
And she couldn't stand under my umbrella if it drizzled
My pimp game proper, my aim proper
So run and I will hit you like Jeremiah Trotter
Yessuh! Call me, young Carter
My leather so soft and I be stunt'n like my dada

5. “Let The Beat Build”

Straight off the block with it
Eagle Street to be specific
I'm peepin at your people different
I'm pay my dues you keep the difference
I can see the end and the beginning
So I'm not racing I'm just sprintin’
Cause I don't wanna finish
They diminish I replenish
Scientific
I'm out this world hoe
I wear bright red like a girl toe
No homo, fingernails dirty
I've been counting dirty money since 12:30 A-M
Weigh them if they short take them right back and spray him amen, yea
I just do my Wayne and every time I do it I do my thing, yea
Believe that like a true story
Rims big make the car look like it's two stories
If I hop out - that be suicide
No back seats call that paralyze
I don't have a spine I don't fantasize
I mastermind then go after mine
You see I handle mine I dismantle mine
I told her tool box bitch it's hammertime
So excuse me as I nail em to something
Just repeal ‘em I'm kill ‘em
Someone tell ‘em that I'm a kill ‘em
I'm a feel his mother's mama can't tell ‘em when doctors can't heal ‘em, I'm a kill ‘em
And we sell ‘em I know you smell him
So if you want it you could just yell it
Be in the morning at your tele
Hole keys go for twenty; half a key go for eleven, after me there will be nothing
I am legend and I will smith
Now that's how ya let the beat bitch

4. “We Takin’ Over”

I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I’m untamed, I need a leash
I’m insane, I need a shrink
I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on easy street?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
And I like, my Sprite Easter pink
And my wrist special par but the Muler's cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust, your medulla
That's a bullet hole, it is not a tumor
Red light, red light, stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big Kahuna, ya dig?

3. “Fireman”

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me man, Heatman
Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I don't even need a G pass, I'm past that
I'm passing 'em out now and you can't have that
Hear my chain, Toucan Sam that
Tropical colors you can't match that
Gotta be abstract
You catch my gal legs open betta smash that
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack
My girls can't wear that why that's where my stash at
I put my mack down that's where you lack at
She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that
I rekindle the flame
She remember he name
It's Weezy Baby January December the same
Mama gimme that brain
Mama gimme that good
Cause I'm the fireman
You hear the fire truck

2. “Go DJ”

Murder 101, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the tommy, bustin' a tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame
I got that medicine; I'm better than all the names
Ay its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
Cause the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
That ain't even a muthafuckin aim I gets dough boy
And you already know that pimpin'
18 how I'm livin' young'n show that Bentley
Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit me

1. “I’m Me”

Un fuckin’ believable, Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy; it's more crazy, than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious, that he'll be Cash Money til' the death of him
The ground shall break, when they bury him (bury him)
I know one day they gotta bury him
Better lock my casket tight baby, so I don't let the devil in
Nigga it's just me and my guitar, yeah bitch, I'm heavy metaling
You can get the fuckin’ Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
Than we hold court and take your life for the settlement
Yeah, plus I'm the best and no I ain't positive I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffin it
This is the Carter, the Carter 3, The New Testament
And I'm the god and this is what I bless 'em with