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94 Sep '11 Hot 100


(God bless America) President Carter …. [Lil Wayne:] Sitting on the world I got life in my hand So these days I try to think twice when I can Money on my mind As god as my witness Love don't live here and it don't even visit I do this for my uptown politicians Walked in the kitchen, and found a pot ta piss in Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama missin' Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama miss 'em' Uh, I'm a monster, exorcisms Told tools like mechanics, mechanism Uh, detrimental on any instrumental I say you rappers sweet I pay the incidentals I'm beneficial I've been official I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu I like my short cake shorter Ain't no mother fucker harder than...

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President Carter …. Nobody gives you a chance, you gotta take chances Your family tree, I will break branches ‘Cause I don't give a fuck, I put the ass in assassin Smoke you like a blunt then it's ashes to ashes The future is born, put the past in the casket If real shit is dead then nigga I'm a bastard Uh, appetite for disaster I want a full plate then another plate after Uh, yesterday just died Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives When shit get deep I'm never afraid to dive Let the money pile up until I'm buried alive Ask who the fuck want it, I bring it to your doorbell Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office I changed the stars on the flag into crosses President Carter … Amen, so now instead of pledge, we pray, yeah President Carter … Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga I just stand still and let the ground pass nigga Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga Reality's a bitch and I'mma dance with her 140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground Bitch I'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge I tried to fuck the world and couldn't even get aroused I ain't looking for the beef but I ain't seen it in a while Uh, and we all want world peace Murder show, I give your ass good seats Shit, I'm much more than a good speech Gorillas in suits The holy war, the spiritual troops Fighting over the mythical truth Drowning in the political soup They shoot missiles and nukes Taking out such a pivotal group The body count is the physical proof And they thought drugs were killing the youth


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