Lil Wayne - Gossip (In The Carter Chronicles Mixtape) (2008)

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Lil Wayne - Gossip (In The Carter Chronicles Mixtape) lyrics

I hate gossip… and I don’t walk around
looking for it ya know
But yesterday it seemed to just wonder
around until it found me
You know like gossip found me
And why don’t you try it
Huh, you don’t know,
Well what you just do is...
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

[Lil Wayne

Stop, hating on a nigga
Dat is a weak emotion, da lady of a nigga
And you can tipped like ya waitin on a nigga
Putta body bag and a apron on a nigga…
I give my all behind da mic
But you could never see if you sit behind da light
And you don’t have to pick me to win da title fight
But I’mma wear dat champion belt sooo tight
And if I’m wrong there is no right
And if I’m wrong there is snow white
I’m tryna be po-lite but you bitches in my hair
Like da fucking po-lice And 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
But before you dim the lights you just might, might, wanna

Think it over, think it over (Oooooo)
Think it over, think it over (Baby, baby)

[Lil Wayne
Verse 2]

Stop... analyzin' critacizin',
You should realize what I am and start epitomizin'
Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion
I’m 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 city’s cryin'
because my city’s dyin'
Still I emerge from all of that I am a living pion-eer, near Zion
Fear God, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot... and
And, then I leave blood in the booth, I leave a blood bath,
Sorry there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
I’m twisted like the string on a shoe
No nigga fuck dat
I'm twisted like the string on a boot, now where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
so in your possession, I, I, I must ask…

Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over)
Tell me; haven't I been sweet to you?

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' lasini
You niggas want beef?
I want a steak and uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga, just taken it easy
All about my paper, bout my paper like Easy
Why do rappers Why to rappers, lie to fans
Lie to rappers, a lot rappers lie like actors cut the mothafuckin camera
Cut the checks nigga fuck your props
And make it out to Mr. Hip-Hop

[Talking With Pulse]
And I Ain’t Dead I’m Alive