That was a terrible choice of a verse, to prove Wayne's lyrical content and creativity. And yes, you do gotta be feeling him to enjoy his music, but whatever...I got a lot of fiya for you. I just don't wanna waist my time when you probably won't even read it.

And sorry I didn't post fast enough, I don't jack off to this site like some cats.

But heres a verse...you should listen to the song as well:

Fly In: Tha Carter 2

They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter
Of the deads forehead I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like gla-ciers
Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin I'm just pitchin ya honor I ain't snitchin ya honor
Hate bitch niggaz bitches with power
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet drop a 4 in the bubbles
I remember being young tryin to hustle my dough
Tryin to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryin to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke
You ain't tryin to see how far that black backlane go
No call me pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue
Jewlery usually I'ma hooligan for the money
Yeah I'm eatin but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh
Make harm in the bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight arm no warning nothin
Look it's mornin no yawnin or nothin
I ain't sleep and I'm up tryin to take a nigga lunch
You gon make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin what we want
I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
If you ever lookin for me bitch I will be here
Cash Money is an army navy seal me here
Lot of niggaz ran from it but I'll still be here
No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental
Crack the phill' crack the roof and roll up the window
And my hood love me they tell me bring it home
Thats why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leapin at a dog a dog wit no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you rich niggas know Pa
I'm talkin bout stunna
He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters
Sunshines on the king and sets on the prince
I met the birdman and I been shinin ever since like that


BM JR: Tha Carter

Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will fo real
And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets
Yeah
I got the sawed off, fully in the sean john hoody
Get fucked ya play pussy
We hit em' up when they ain't lookin and them body shots hurt
And the head shots took him
Damn
And if the red dot spot him then the hollow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom jack
You see me grind to the bottom just to make it to the bottom
At the very bottom of the map
Lou-easy-ana pirahnnas everywhere you at
You gotta wear an extra condom and an extra gat
Ya bitch could get it for actin like a man
Them niggaz in Pakistan impactin on ya man
I backwards hand ya man on command
In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on fam
I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates, duckin the animal keep on runnin wit
my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states,
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more
Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, sup,
what the fuck they play it in the club for ?
Real shit I'm duckin bombs from a drug war,
no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushin lord
Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord
I'm just tryin to dodge the shots they send to the god
They riding up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain't lookin for "I"
The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side
Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side
Cuz when you wildin you ain't lookin, you just lookin high

Hit Em Up:Tha Carter 2

Quit talkin, I'ma hang ya by your tongue, Yea
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck wit niggaz like fungi
We don't even hear ya
Hollerin bullshit nigga quit the diaherra
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess
Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless
You can leave out here armless, no homies
Honest, you niggaz is harmless
I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be)
Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him
Don't get close to him
Shootouts and nothin but rock n roll to him
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood
'Nother murder, 'Nother page out the notebook
It ain't nothin it don't make it if you no good

Carter II:Tha Carter 2

All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fuckin wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet til your sock a drip
Don't strip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass
I hear 'em but they talking under mass
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin, we don't hide sayin fuck the other side
Don't get caught on it, this the deadliest grind
I'll put your heart on it and walk on it
The chalks only for the art homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya
Look around, we at war and you still in preparation
I'm riding for them reperations, No patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long, you gotta pace it
You gotta know that paper
If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper
Gotta know that photo fobia, no kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posin, got a cool killer look
Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a brizeer hook
Bitch cheer, camoflauge ya gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer
Around here and this here is The Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On the head at the bottom
You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't gotta get 'em cause I already got 'em

But, don't get it twisted, Wayne aint all about gun talk:

Get Over:Tha Carter 2

Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya
He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya
Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to
It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor
Standin on stage in front of thousands
Don't amount to me not havin my father
That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em
But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em
And I'm without 'em, but that's life y'all
Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard
I'm alright God, shit I'm still breathin
But lose hurt like bullets, I'm about to start bleedin
Throw me down some comfort, cause my heart need it
Tryin to cope wit my chances and meet 'em
There's a dark road ahead, but I'm tryin to take it easy
Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga



And trust...there's a lot more...I didn't even post the MIXTAPE lyrics and shit. And this is just off of 2 out of 5 albums.

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