Best Rapper Alive Lyrics - Tha Carter Ii - Lil Wayne

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 I 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 

And I hope I'm fishing in the right pond 

And I hope you catchin' on to every line 

Who am I? 

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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 cry 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!) trigga man, hoodie man tell the kids 

Boogie man, pistol pete, ammo mammal, gun man, blum blam! 

Damn Sammie you dun' fucked up 

Pussy ass niggas put ya nuts up 

Just call me 

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Swagger right (check) game tight 

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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 catoract 

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 hand 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 breathe 

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