Lil Wayne - Best Rapper Alive lyrics

Fuck with me thank you
Yeah (Come on) , yeah, yeah (Come on)
You know me, man, yeah
(Come on) , yeah (Come on) alright, hahaha
Oh, Fee, I got 'em, boy
Weezy Baby (C2, yeah) weezy Baby (Three)
You can't see me but I see you (yeah)
And I see you (yeah) lord
I, I, I got 'em

Bring the crowd in, I'm loud in living color
It is Weezy Fuckin' Baby
Got these rappers in my stomach
Yummy, I'm taking it
I ain't askin' them for nothing
If you sell a million records
We could battle for your money
I'd 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 little bulky
You look a little salty
Have yourself a chilled coffee
Chill out, the guns is still out
Even though I am a boss and
Got papers to fill out
I'm busy, I got paper to reel in
God, I hope they snappin' at
The end of my rod
I hope I'm fishin' in the right pond
And I hope you catchin' on to every line
Who am I?

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 (Uh) , 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 (Uh) , game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid
(yeah) , yeah

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
Shotty bounce, body rock, now he dropped
Now he got
Family try tell the feds, tell the cops
Smell a rat comin' back to the house
To the spot
Tap tap, knock-knock, who is that? Chk pow
Triggaman, hoodie man
Tell the kids Boogieman
Pistol Pete, Ammo Mammal, gunman, blum-blam
(Haha) damn, Sammy, you done fucked up
Pussy-ass niggas, put your nuts up
Just call me

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 (Uh) , 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 (Uh) , game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid
Yeah

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 that
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 cataracts i'm right here
Straight out the hood just like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king, well
Where the fuck your palace at?
Me? I got callous on my hands
I can handle that
It's no problem, baby, I so got 'em
It's just a victory lap, baby
I'm just joggin'
Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath
The motherfuckin' best yet, sorry for cussin'
(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 (Uh) , 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 (Uh) , game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid
Yeah