Best Rapper Alive
Fuck with me? Thank you, come on, yeah
Yeah, come on, you know me man
OV, I got 'em boy
Baby, Slim too, alright, Weezy Baby
You can't see me, but I see you, and I see you
Lord! I-I-I got 'em
Bring the crowd and I'm loud In living colour
It is Weezy Fuckin' Baby, got these rappers in my stomach
Yummy, I'm takin' it I ain't asking them for nothing
If you sell a million records, we can battle for ya money
I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
Still stuntin' baby, yes I'm still flossin'
Latest car on the market with the top peeled off it
Big wheels make it look a lil' bulky
You look a lil' salty, have ya' self a chill 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 steppin' at the end of my rod
I hope I'm fishing in the right pond
And I hope you catchin' 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) game tight
And they 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) game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid
The heart of New Orleans
Thumpin' and beatin'
Livin' and breathin'
Stealin' and feedin'
Peelin' and leavin'
Killin' and grievin'
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
Shorty bounce, body rock
Now he drop, now he got
Family try, tell the feds, tell the cops
Smell the rat comin' back to the house
To the spot, tap tap, knock knock, who is that?
(Pow!) trigger man, hoodie man, tell the kids
Boogie man, pistol pete, ammo mammal, gun man, blum blam!
Damn Sammie, you done fucked up
Pussy ass niggas, put ya 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) game tight
And they 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) game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid
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 the 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, where the fuck your palace at?
Me I got callus 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 joggin'
And I ain't even out of breath
The motherfuckin' best yet, sorry for cursing
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) game tight
And they 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) game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid
Yeah, come on, you know me man
OV, I got 'em boy
Baby, Slim too, alright, Weezy Baby
You can't see me, but I see you, and I see you
Lord! I-I-I got 'em
Bring the crowd and I'm loud In living colour
It is Weezy Fuckin' Baby, got these rappers in my stomach
Yummy, I'm takin' it I ain't asking them for nothing
If you sell a million records, we can battle for ya money
I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
Still stuntin' baby, yes I'm still flossin'
Latest car on the market with the top peeled off it
Big wheels make it look a lil' bulky
You look a lil' salty, have ya' self a chill 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 steppin' at the end of my rod
I hope I'm fishing in the right pond
And I hope you catchin' 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) game tight
And they 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) game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid
The heart of New Orleans
Thumpin' and beatin'
Livin' and breathin'
Stealin' and feedin'
Peelin' and leavin'
Killin' and grievin'
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
Shorty bounce, body rock
Now he drop, now he got
Family try, tell the feds, tell the cops
Smell the rat comin' back to the house
To the spot, tap tap, knock knock, who is that?
(Pow!) trigger man, hoodie man, tell the kids
Boogie man, pistol pete, ammo mammal, gun man, blum blam!
Damn Sammie, you done fucked up
Pussy ass niggas, put ya 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) game tight
And they 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) game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid
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 the 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, where the fuck your palace at?
Me I got callus 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 joggin'
And I ain't even out of breath
The motherfuckin' best yet, sorry for cursing
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) game tight
And they 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) game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Derrick Baker, Stephen Harris
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