Artist: Lil' Wayne Album: The Carter 3 Song: Gossip Typed by: Ruffryder327@aol.com * * first single; send corrections to the typist (Verse 1) STOP! hatin' on a nigga That is a weak emotion The lady of a nigga And you can get tipped Like you waitin on a nigga Put in body bag and a apron on a nigga I give my all behind the mic But you can never see If you sit behind the light You don't have to pick me to win the title fight But I'ma wear that championship belt so tight And if I'm wrong there is no right And if I'm wrong there is sno-white I'm tryin to be polite But you bitches in my hair Like the fucking po-lice My flow is rare These other rappers nice These other rappers bark Some 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... (Verse 2) STOP analyzing, criticizing You should realize what I am And start epitomizing Confident, got the heart of the biggest lion Confident like fuck em all Pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick so sick Its like my shit is dying It rains a lot in my city Cuz my city's cryin Cuz my city's dyin But I emerge from all of that I am a living poi-ne'er ZION, fear god not them Steer my robin coupe thru the streets In the booth and SABOO And then I leave a tub in the booth I leave a bloodbath Sorry there's a tub in the booth Now, WHERE THE DRUGS AT? Like the strings on a shoe, no nigga fuck that! I'm twisted like the strings on a boot WHERE NEW ORLEANS AT? I feel hip hop stole me Like a bus pass So in your possession I must ask... (Verse 3) Drag my name thru the mud I come out clean Castaway stones I wont even blink A gun is not a math problem I wont 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'ma need cheese If I'm baking a zede You niggaz want beef? I want a steak and a webe Lost in Amsterdam By Jamaica where we be Hard body nigga takin it easy All about my paper bout my paper like easy Why do rappers? Why do rappers? Lie to fans lot of rappers, lot of rappers Lie like acting (Talking) Cut the motherfuckin' camera Cut the check Fuck ya props I AM HIP HOP And I ain't dead I'm alive