Gossip Lyrics - The Leak - Lil Wayne

I hate Gossip, 

And I don't walkin around 

looking for it ya know 

But yesterday it seems just 

wonder around till it found 

me you know like 

Gossip found me 

Then why don't you try prove it 

How? 

You don't know how to prove it, 

Well what you just you do is. 

Stop, stop, stop, 

stop, stop, stop, 

stop, stop, stop, 

stop, 

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Stop hatin on a nigga that 

is a weak emotion 

The lady of a nigga 

And You can get tipped like 

you waitin on a nigga 

Put a body bag and an apron on a n*gga 

I give my all behind the mic 

But you could never see if you 

sit behind the light 

You don't have to pick me 

To win the title fight 

But I'ma wear that 

championship belt so tight 

And if I'm wrong there is no right 

And if I'm wrong there is no white 

I'm triin to be polite 

But you bitches in my hair 

like the fuckin po-lice 

My flow is rare 

These other rappers nice 

These other rappers bark 

Some of them even bite 

But I'm much more bright 

I give the game sight 

So before you dim the light 

Photos 

You just might might wanna 

Think it over, think it over, 

ooo think it over baby 

Stop! 

Stop analyzing 

Criticizing 

You should realize 

What I am 'n start epitomizing 

legitamite 

I got the heart of the biggest lion 

I'm confident like fuck em all 

Pull out my dick and ride it 

My flow sick so sick its 

like my shit is dyin' 

It rains a lot in my city 

Because my city's cryin 

Because my cities dyin' 

Still I emerge from all of that 

I am a livin' pion... eer near 

Zion 

Fear god not them 

Steer my robin coupe through 

the streets of the booth and soowoop 

and 

Then I leak blood in the booth 

I leave a blood bath 

Sorry there's a tub in the booth 

Now where the drugs at im twisted 

Like the strings on a shoe 

No nigga fuck that 

I'm twisted like the strings on a boot now 

Where new Orleans at? 

I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass 

So in your possession 

I I, I must ask 

Hey haven't I been good to 

you tell me haven't I been 

sweet to you 

Drag my name through the mud 

I come out clean 

Cast away stones 

I wont even blink 

A gun is not a math problem 

I wont even think 

Just leave you dead like 

the mink under my sink 

Don't believe in me 

Don't believe me 

I've graduated from hungry 

And made it to greedy 

My flow is like pasta 

Take it and eat it 

But I'm a need cheese 

if I'm bakin' a ziti 

You niggas want beef 

I want a steak and a wee be 

Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where weed be 

Hard body n*gga just takin' it easy 

All about my paper bout my paper like ez 

Why do rappers why do 

rappers lie to fans lie to 

rappers lot of rappers lie 

like actors 

Cut the mutha fuckin camera 

Cut the check nigga 

Fuck your props 

and make it out to Hip Hop 

I'm not dead I'm alive.