drake killin'

dis junt rock forreal

i agree with ol dude down there
wayne is not the best rapper alive, there is someone out there better then him
drake is good, he went from a t/v show to making tracks out the ass.
wayne knows what he doing, but he too full of himself, he thinks a headacke is the key
nahhhhh

Wayne:

And I'll take probation.
I don't want that T.I and Vick vacation.
Private plane, pick location.
I'm going to the bank to make a big donation.
Yeah, I don't stunt I stunt hard. And if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it.
But in the mean time, you can call me young Roy, Jones Jr. fighting the drugs and gun charge shit.

Don't leave me unguarded. And I'm a cheese head, word to Vince Lambardy.
Word to Marky Mark, leave a snitch departed. All that blood, like the Red Sea parted.
My gun go crazy like it's retarded. Red light on it like it's recordin'. I ain't recordin' I'm just C4'n. My currency foreign. We are in a league they aren't.
Better dig in your pocket and pay homage. Better cover your eyes, your face fallin.
Watch the game from the side, I'm play callin.

No, I didn't say that I'm flawless. But I damn sure don't tarnish.
My pistol got comments for your garments. I'm so high I can vomit on a comet.
KY no homo, I'm on it. Weezy F Baby newborn bitch.
You know what they say bout when your palm itch: I'm gon' get money money I'm gon' get.

Young Money in your tummy and we gon' shit. And get the toilet paper quick like when Bone spit.
That's right bitch, I'm back on my grown shit, that automark game. No ice, just chrome shit.
And your boyfriend softer than a foam pit. I scream: "Fuck the world with a long dick!" Motherfucka I'm me, yeah bitch I'm me. You niggaz sweet like the pussy in which I eat. Fireman burn down your entire street. So fly I'mma take off when I leap. Bye! And you could suck my wings.
Stand on my money, head butt Yao Ming. Put your hand in the oven if you touch my things.
I'm shufflin' the cards, bout to cut my queens.
But I ain't the dealer. House full o' bitches like Tila Tequilla. I'm the man in the mirror my swagger just screamin' mothafucka do you hear her?
Drizzy Drake what the lick read? We make magic boy, Roy and Sick-Freed.
Wooh!
Young Mula Baby!
Yeah.

drake wayne greatest nuff said yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Lol.. wayne be snappin..

yall some crab ass haters the ones thats talkin like they not on wayne and drake shit shut the fukk up hata!!!!!! apreciate the muzik that we are being blessed wit

DiZ NiqqA Go HArD

[talking:]
Yeah, I appreciate ya patience tonight
It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking
I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet
But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out
Young angel and young ryan
You know what it is, uh

[Drake:]
Look, I'm the property of october
I ain't drive here I got chauferred
Bring me champagne flutes,
Rose an some shots over
I think better when I'm not sober
I smoke good ain't no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
Private flights back home no stop over
Still spittin that shit that they shot pac over
The shit my mother look shocked over
Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of seven
A migraine, take two excedrin
I'm the one twice over I'm the new eleven
An if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second
I swear niggas be eyein me all hard
An lyin to they girls an drivin the same cars
Sittin there wishin they problems became ours
Cause we have nothin in common
Since I done became star
I done became bigger swervin writin in my peer's lane
Same dudes that used to holla my engineer's name
One touch I could make the drapes an the sheers change
An show me the city that I without fear claim
What I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out baby word to chuck inglish
Count my own money see the paper cut fingers
My song is ya girlfriend's wakin up ringer
Heh, or alarm, or whatever
She be here at six in the morn if I let her
But I never get attracted to fans
Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
I always knew that I could figga
How to get these labels to offer 'em good figures
An me doin them shows gettin everyone nervous cause
Them hipsters gon have to get alone with them hood niggas
It's all good I'm goin off like lights when the show's over
Make pasta rent a movie called hoes over
Rest in peace to heath ledger but I'm no joker
I'll slow roast ya, got no holster
Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster
Burn bread everyday boy no toaster
G and tez got a cig but I'm no smoker
They jus handin chips to me nigga no poker
I'm with it, young money, cash money soldier
My cup runneth over,
The same niggas I ball with, I fall with
On some southern drawl shit
Rookie of the year, '06 chris paul shit
D.r., c.j, an po' I see y'all
These cases don't workout I hope we can agree on
Makin enough to pay any judge off
First thing I'm a do is free weezy, go

[Lil Wayne:]
An I take probation
I don't want that t.I. an vick vacation
Private plane, big location
Goin to the bank to make a big donation
Yeah, ion stunt, I stunt hard
An if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it
But in the meantime you can call me young roy
Jones junior fightin the drugs and gun charge
Shit, don't leave me un-guarded
And I'm a cheese head word to vince lombardi
Word to marky mark leave a snitch departed
All that blood like the red sea parted
My gun go crazy like it's retarded
Red light on it like it's recordin
I ain't recordin I'm jus C-4'in
My currency foreign
We are in a league they aren't
Better dig in ya pocket an pay homage
Better cover ya eyes ya face fallin
Watch the game from the side I'm play callin
No I didn't say that I'm flawless
But I, damn sure don't tarnish
My piss don't got comments for ya garments
I'm so high I can vomit on a comet
K-y no homo I'm on it
Weezy f baby new born bitch
You know what they say bout when ya palm itch
I'm gon get money money I'm gon get
Young money in ya tummy an we gon shit
An get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit
That's right bitch I'm back on my grown shit
That oughta marvin gaye no ice just chrome shit
And ya boyfriend softer than a phone bit
I scream fuck the world with a long dick
Motherfucker I'm me, yeah bitch I'm me
You niggas sweet like the pussy in which I eat
Fireman burn down ya entire street
So fly I'm a take off when I leap, bye
And you can suck my wings
Stand on my money headbutt yao ming
Putcha hand in the oven if ya touch my things
I'm shufflin the cards bout to cut my queens
But I ain't the dealer
House full of bitches like tila tequila
Yeah, I'm the man in the mirror
My swagger jus screamin mothafucker do you hear her
Drizzy drake what the lick read
We make magic boy roy and sigfried
Whoo! young mulah baybee, yeah


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Re: DRAKE "Ignant Shit" (feat. Lil' Wayne) LYRICS Posted by: Lil Jack Jack ()
Date: June 06, 2009 08:58AM


hey I'm fan of lil wayne since he first came out. And now I also star 2 like drake wen he came out 2 no homeo. At my skool some of my niggas think dat lil wayne is week I told them (yo week nigga) Ain't nobody beter den wayne he's da best rapper alive yha digg lol .... I leave in Columbus Ohio I've always wanted to see lil wayne face 2 face n tell him how creat he is no homo n some of my nigga in da hood also think da u da best, n some of them think onther ys dey tell my da I b suckin him n dat not true


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Re: DRAKE "Ignant Shit" (feat. Lil' Wayne) LYRICS Posted by: Alex Lopez ()
Date: June 30, 2009 08:49AM


lil wayne is nice but hes not the best rapper
Kanye is the best rapper and if you heard let the beat build he give kanye mad head and in prom queen when he used that t-oain voice he used cuz he said if kanye do it i gotta do it
he nice but not the best kanye is

[Talking:]
Yeah, I appreciate ya patience tonight
It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking
I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet
But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out
Young angel and young lion
You know what it is, uh

[Drake:]
Look, I'm the property of october
I ain't drive here I got chauferred
Bring me champagne flutes,
Rose and some shots over
I think better when I'm not sober
I smoke good ain't no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
Private flights back home no stop over
Still spittin that shit that they shot pac over
The shit my mother look shocked over
Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of seven
A migraine, take two excedrin
I'm the one twice over I'm the new eleven
And if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second
I swear niggas be eyein me all hard
And lyin to they girls and drivin the same cars
Sittin there wishin they problems became ours
Cause we have nothin in common
Since I done became star
I done became bigger swervin writin in my peer's lane
Same dudes that used to holla my engineer's name
One touch I could make the drapes and the sheers change
An show me the city that I without fear claim
What I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out baby word to chuck inglish
Count my own money see the paper cut fingers
My song is ya girlfriend's wakin up ringer
Heh, or alarm, or whatever
She be here at six in the morn if I let her
But I never get attracted to fans
Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
I always knew that I could figga
How to get these label heads to offer 'em good figures
And me doin them shows gettin everyone nervous cause
Them hipsters gon have to get alone with them hood niggas
It's all good I'm goin off like lights when the show's over
Make pasta rent a movie called hoes over
Rest in peace to heath ledger but I'm no joker
I'll slow roast ya, got no holster
Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster
Burn bread everyday boy no toaster
G and tez got a cig but I'm no smoker
They jus handin chips to me nigga no poker
I'm with it, young money, cash money soldier
My cup runneth over,
The same niggas I ball with, I fall with
On some southern drawl shit
Rookie of the year, '06 chris paul shit
D.r., c.j, an po' I see y'all
These cases don't workout I hope we can agree on
Makin enough to pay any judge judy off
First thing I'm a do is free weezy, go

[Lil Wayne:]
And I take probation
I don't want that t.I. and vick vacation
Private plane, big location
Goin to the bank to make a big donation
Yeah, I don't stunt, I stunt hard
And if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it
But in the meantime you can call me young roy
Jones junior fightin the drugs and gun charge
Shit, don't leave me un-guarded
And I'm a cheese head word to vince lombardi
Word to marky mark leave a snitch departed
All that blood like the red sea parted
My gun go crazy like it's retarded
Red light on it like it's recordin
I ain't recordin I'm jus C-4'in
My currency foreign
We are in a league they aren't
Better dig in ya pocket an pay homage
Better cover ya eyes ya face fallin
Watch the game from the side I'm play callin
No I didn't say that I'm flawless
But I, damn sure don't tarnish
My piss don't got comments for ya garments
I'm so high I can vomit on a comet
K-y no homo I'm on it
Weezy f baby new born bitch
You know what they say bout when ya palm itch
I'm gon get money money I'm gon get
Young money in ya tummy and we gon shit
An get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit
That's right bitch I'm back on my grown shit
That oughta marvin gaye no ice just chrome shit
And ya boyfriend softer than a phone bit
I scream fuck the world with a long dick
Motherfucker I'm me, yeah bitch I'm me
You niggas sweet like the pussy in which I eat
Fireman burn down ya entire street
So fly I'm a take off when I leap, bye
And you can suck my wings
Stand on my money headbutt yao ming
Putcha hand in the oven if ya touch my things
I'm shufflin the cards bout to cut my queens
But I ain't the dealer
House full of bitches like tila tequila
Yeah, I'm the man in the mirror
My swagger jus screamin mothafucker do you hear her
Drizzy drake what the lick read
We make magic boy roy and sigfreid
Whoo! young mulah baby, yeah