Lil Wayne – BM J.R.

Internationally recognized American rapper, Lil Wayne comes out with another earth shattering song titled “BM J.R.”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter” was officially released on 1 January 2004.

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LYRICS

Yeah shorty you know what I’m talking about

I’m peeping these niggas out there slipping, looking like

They ain’t ’bout money no more man, so uh fuck

You know what we gon’ do huh, what we been doing ha nigga

We gon’ load up get a lot mo get a lot more and say fuck ’em nigga

Keep buying shit, keep fucking hoes

Loading up on more bitches

Then you know what I’m saying, we gon’ get greedy too nigga

I ain’t never getting full

I’m full-blooded with this grind

Yeah they don’t understand little nigga

Murder capital only key to survive is kill

If the elements don’t murder you the riders will for real

And niggas know I go hard to the fullest

Get involved and I got ’em playing dodge ball with bullets

Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully

In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy

Ha, we hit ’em up while they’re looking

And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him

Damn, and if the red dot spot ’em then the hollow head got ’em

Knock his top to his bottom jack

Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom

Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map

Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at

You gotta wear your extra condom and a extra gat

Your bitch can get it for acting like a man

And niggas in Pakistan ain’t packing like your man

I backwards hand your man on command

In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan

I’m on hot, I adjust in different climates

Ducking the animal keeper running with my primates

You ain’t did it ’til you done it like in five states

Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight

And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more

Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks

You don’t even come up to a nigga chest pa’ sub par

What the fuck they play it in the club for

Real shit I’m ducking bombs from a drug war

No religion but the cops swear that I’m a drug lord

Father forgive ’em for they know not who they’re pushing Lord

Father forgive me if I have to send ’em to you Lord

I’m just trying dodge the shots they send to the God

They’re riding up highway to heaven boulevard

Damn, them niggas pussy and jive

Not even in a eye exam, they ain’t looking for I

The A and the K will make your face crook to the side

Now when you’re smiling everybody gotta look from the side

‘Cause when you wilding you ain’t looking you’re just looking high

And when we’re hungry you look like pie

Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard

Cherry jelly, don’t make me get the biscuit buster

What up, Gizzle? You’re my distant brother

Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother

I skip the fronting and stick to keeping it trill

You not know me for nothing other I’m something other

Than people you feel I’m deeper for real I’m deeper than skills

My speeches can kill, rest in peace

Yeah, you under-dig, shorty? It’s all about one thing nigga

If you’re ’bout money, nigga, come fuck with us

If you ain’t ’bout no money, get the fuck from ’round us, nigga

And whatever you’re ’bout, we’re ’bout it

However you wanna get, we can give it to you, nigga

All runners, bitch, you under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga

Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let’s roll

You sleep in the field for trying the dude

I’ll bust your head to the meat turn your mind to food

Food for thought, think I ain’t lying to you

I lie his body in grease, set fire to ’em

I tie his body in sheets put the tires to ’em

Make ’em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades

Damn! I’m the heat in the blaze

And niggas keep their ways when I’m in the streets with blay what!

My nigga hungry he’ll eat the plate

And if I ask the homeboy’ll eat your face, yeah!

And though he got me, you can ask I’m like a pool table

I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways

When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days

Birdman talk to ’em

Yeah nigga, I tell ’em, I’ll tell ’em again shorty

If it ain’t ’bout no money, get and fall the fuck from ’round me nigga

Check my swag, I travel like sound dog

You play hard and I’m gravel like ground dog

I’m underground, call me groundhog

Lay down laws, call the ground law

Don’t confuse me with the law, naw

But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R

I ain’t tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga

With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga

Flip your vehicle, split your windshield

Whack your baby momma but I’ll let the kid live

And people say that I am a kid still

‘Cause the little nigga still ride on big wheels

You’re feeling animal then come on and get killed

The Sig peel bandannas like bananas

Say I’m slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana

In my Cabana with my bottom bitch from Savannah

Man a train couldn’t stop you man

I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land

I’m the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana

That’s the new plan

Yeah nigga, you’re ’bout some money get at me nigga

That’s the only way

Dumb shit we’re ’bout that get at me you under-dig

Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga