Boyz 2 Menace Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro: Gudda Gudda] 

Take that shit off at the front 

Gudda! 

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] 

Sleep on me, I hope you die in your sleep 

No one's defiant as me 

I know my worth, so when you pay me 

Just know that I am not cheap 

On the road to riches 

Tappin' my horn, so watch for the beep 

Rippin' this shit to pieces 

No, I will not look out for the beat 

Started out on the block 

Got on my feet and rose to the top 

I'm the cleanup man with the mop 

50 shots disfigured his top, yes 

I come from the city of God 

I walk around in the city like God 

Made it out and still come back 

Somebody, please tell me, what are the odds? 

On this mic I am a wizard, but this is not Oz 

Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall 

I'm sicker than y'all 

Don't talk to me unless you talkin' 'bout paper 

I'm buyin' some makers, no time for a neighbor 

I'm from New Orleans, yes, I am a gator 

I'll do you a favor, and not do you a favor 

'Cause if I do you a favor 

And you don't come back with that paper 

I'ma have to lay hands on you 

Like I'm givin' you prayer 

Eastside, we ain't playin' it fair 

You ever heard of the tortoise and hare? 

I'm switchin' the gear 

Started off in the back, bitch 

But now I'm winnin', it's clear 

Nigga, I'm here 

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[Interlude: Lil Wayne] 

For real 

(Blows smoke) 

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 

I got my married hoes on single drugs 

Got my fattest hoes gettin' finger fucked 

And my trashiest hoes is clean as fuck 

And my nastiest hoes is neat as fuck 

Take your shoes off before you walk inside 

Take your shoes off before you cross the line 

I snoozed off on Father Time 

Got my goons to go kidnap Daughter Time 

Come to wet the party up, and whoever in it 

Got one gun that shoot for seven minutes 

I'm done shitting, niggas never spit it 

I'm high class, niggas' elementary 

Repetition, that's the definition 

I'm a Hot Boy under air conditionin' 

Shoot the gun with the left arm limpin' 

George Jefferson in all seven minutes 

Got a hot girl off television 

With a very sticky unhairy kitty 

In the right position, screamin' "You're consistent" 

I sit there and listen like we talkin' business 

I don't need her out here filmin' niggas 

I'd really rather have her steal from niggas 

I really travel like a pilgrim, nigga 

Kush loud as Fred screamin' "Wilma!", nigga 

I've been takin' time out to count the bands 

Break a promise in the promised land 

Going zagga zow off of zagga xans 

From the middleman to the Macho Man 

I've been talkin' shit up in Diddy house 

Went to Disneyland, talked to Mickey Mouse 

Then I figured out how to figure out 

What I was figurin' out, you figure it out 

Got a trigger man with an extra hand 

My bitches sleep by my bitch's house 

So every party is a slumber party 

Sky is the limit, head in the clouds 

While you runnin' round, I'ma run it up 

You dumb it down, I ain't dumb enough 

I hit the courtroom and stunk it up 

High comin' down, plug comin' up 

You gon' hold me down, you gon' hold me up 

You don't know me, but you know what's up 

And the coke was cut with some extra coke 

Showed her more than love, she just shoulder-shrugged 

She don't know it's love, it's not important love 

As long as we can keep extortin' the plug 

Just let him bleed and ignore the blood 

Just let him be and ignore the buzz 

Pour it up, catch a sugar rush 

Chopper full of rust, but it still bust 

Bust good as fuck, every bullet struck 

Like a hundred holes, got a hole-in-one 

Safe full as fuck, money full of dust 

And I'm pulling up in that "What the fuck?" 

That's a muscle car, got me lookin' buff 

If you look enough, you a mussel, punk 

That's a Bugatti on steroids 

Bugatti on Chevron 

All-white like an Altoid 

All these rings on, call me bellboy 

From the Teflon to the Kevlar 

Don't mean shit when your head off 

Make the top dog jump dead off 

And we keep his head for a memoir 

I sped off with the head off 

Goin' big Bruno on Mars 

Sippin' Lone Star, turn a pornstar 

To a known star with a phone call 

Hold up; murky, murky water, yeah 

Purple, purple rivers, yeah 

Floatin' purple ribbons, yeah 

I'm cursed, but still religious, damn 

I've been poppin' 10s, yeah 

'Cause my bitch pop all the 20s, damn 

Why you hatin' on the skinnys, damn 

I met Satan, he was chillin', hold up 

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[Outro] 

Murky, murky water 

Purple, purple rivers 

Floatin' purple ribbons 

I'm cursed but still religious 

Damn, take your clothes off 

Bitch, call your road dog 

Bitch, I feel like O-Dog 

Bitch, Boyz 2 Menace