Silently Leaving This world of, confusion, suffocates our greatest dreams Feeding the disease, silently leaving, this behind Searching, the towers, for
[Intro - Lil Wayne] Yeah, it's on Basically.. I got the Streets and the boot with me Dedication trois [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Now let me talk my shit!
keep their back on the ropes, their faces hit the floor. Suckers ain't nothin' but jokes with their vocals made artificially. I'd rather buck 'em y'all
rider, anybody killer Guarantee ya don't wanna fuck with this nigga Now, who wanna test me then come on come test Fuckin with me nigga you fuckin with
sound like aluminum cans in a bag But I know y'all wanted that 808 Can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass But I know y'all wanted that 808 Can you feel that
think I need to get me one And your one looks just right for me So come on you wanna fight with me? Might as well be polite to me, Unless you wanna deal with
square 1 maintain square business Dont concern yourself with my minglin with otha bitches So crafty, mastered the flow Alaska cold, Silent foot assassin approach. High when I stroll, Not even leaving
, all up in ya vain 'cause (Wanna be good to you) We make the squares dance, and get the do like do, si Y'all niggas roll with pussy-cats like Josie
love with this girl, y'know I was, to' up dog, I'm tellin' you, man She was wild man f'real It's just too, let me tell you about her Yo, in she came with
we want a nigga dead we pay the cash I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all But if I gotta go out, you
About what you might do I'll be waiting with a German Named G-42 And that's some heavy artillery You think your killing me I know your fucking feeling me Y
darkness be closin' in I'm motivated, with the howlin' wind With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin' that your end is beginnin' Swift silent
wins with no losses Heavyweights know who the boss is Disrespect, don't want to fight down with the causes (Hey, hey noh-how) I made this come back in '97 Y
't no rules, I been locked up in county blues All they can do is send me to the pen with a lunch To get my guts and walk the yard with my folks I'm gettin
corner Scatter and spread like mustard Jam them buzzards up and leave 'em smothered Quick friends gats find ya like bookie And they down with me like fo' flat Y
is swollen you shouldnt be rollin livin on green leaves that will make your heart bleed just go and let me split up the weed and be silent and sober no
No turkey no gravy no Zinfandel wine You just stay over right and we?ll get along fine He?s missing the football, missing the fun He?d play with the grandkids
trigger to squeeze Press up and Y, one less nigga breathe B for the bombs, press pause for your moms Make the room silent, she don't approve with violent games She leave
