Best Rapper Alive
(专辑: Tha Carter II - 2005)
Fuck with me Thank you Yeah (Come on), yeah, yeah (Come on) You know me, man, yeah (Come on), yeah (Come on) Alright, hahaha Oh, Fee, I
got 'em, boy Weezy Baby (C2, yeah) Weezy Baby (Three) You can't see me But I
see you (Yeah) And I
see you (Yeah) Lord I, I, I
got 'em Bring the
crowd in, I'm loud in living color It is Weezy Fucking Baby, got these rappers in my stomach Yummy, I'm taking it, I
ain't asking them for nothing If you sell a
million records, we could battle for your money I'd rather count a
hundred thousand dollars on a
Sunday Watch a
football game and bet it all on one play Still stunting, baby, yes, I'm still flossing Latest car on the
market with the
top peeled off it Big wheels make it look a
little bulky You look a
little salty, have yourself a
chilled coffee Chill out, the
guns is still out Even though I
am a
boss and got papers to fill out I'm busy, I
got paper to reel in God, I
hope they're snapping at the
end of my rod I
hope I'm fishing in the
right pond And I
hope you're catching on to every line, who am I? The
best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (Huh, yep) The
best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (Huh) Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight And they're gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?) The
best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (Huh, yep) The
best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (Huh) Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight And you should be afraid, be very afraid (Yeah), yeah The
heart of New Orleans, thumping and beating Living and breathing, stealing and feeding Peeling and leaving, killing and grieving Dearly departed, erased, deleted No prints, no plates, no face, no trace Out of sight, out of mind, no court, no case Sell his chain, celebrate, block party, second line Zulu Ball, Essence Fest, Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras Shotty bounce, body rock, now he dropped, now he got Family try tell the
feds, tell the
cops Smell a
rat coming back to the
house, to the
spot Tap-tap, knock-knock, who is that? Chk-pow Triggaman, hoodie man, tell the
kids Boogieman Pistol Pete, Ammo Mammal, gunman, blum-blam (Haha) Damn, Sammy, you done fucked up Pussy-ass niggas, put your nuts up, just call me The
best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (Huh, yep) The
best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (Huh) Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight And they're gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?) The
best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (Huh, yep) The
best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (Huh) Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight And you should be afraid, be very afraid, yeah Fuck up with all these rookie MCs? Whew, smell like a
bunch of pussy to me Fuck 'em, fuck 'em good, fuck 'em long Fuck 'em hard, fuck who? Fuck 'em all Yeah, like that, just like that, right back I'm on that money train and that MAC'll knock 'em off track The
quarterback, well-protected from the
Warren Sapp The
young heart attack, I
spit that cardiac You can't see me, baby boy, you got that cataracts I'm right here, straight out the
hood just like an alley cat Since everyone's a
king, well, where the
fuck your palace at? Me? I
got callous on my hands, I
can handle that It's no problem, baby, I
so got 'em It's just a
victory lap, baby, I'm just jogging Yeah, and I
ain't even out of breath The
motherfucking best yet, sorry for cussing (Who?) The
best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (Huh, yep) The
best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (Huh) Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight And they're gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?) The
best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (Huh, yep) The
best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the
best rapper alive (Huh) Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight And you should be afraid, be very afraid, yeah