Lil Wayne – Carter II

Carter II is another melodious and hypnotizing record created by an award winning American hip-hop and rap artiste, Lil Wayne.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter II” was officially released on 1 January 2005.

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LYRICS

So you made it this far

We’re upstairs

I let you up here

You’re special

Marley, don’t shoot ’em

You know what this is

It’s still Tha Carter II, people

It’s still Tha Carter II, people

Yeah, you’re still in Tha Carter II, people

Hey, yeah

All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise

A fistful of dollars, a list full of problems

I address ’em like P.O. boxes

Yeah, I’m from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit

We’re so out of it, zero tolerance

Gangster gumbo, I’ll serve ’em a pot of it

I’m wealthy, still fucking with that block shit

Wet your ass up head to feet ’til your socks drip

Don’t slip, you might fall and bust your ass

No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass

I hear ’em, but they’re talking under masks

Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass

That’s Cash Money, honey pie

We ain’t running, we don’t hide

Screaming, “Fuck the other side.”

Don’t get caught on it

This’ the deadliest grinds, I put your heart on it

And walk on it

The chalk’s only for the art, homie

How they trace you after I erase you?

Look around

We’re at war and you’re still in preparation

I’m riding for them reparations, no patience

Slow paper is better than no paper

Fast money don’t last too long, you got to pace it

You gotta know that paper

If you got it from a caper, gotta blow that paper

Gotta know that

Photophobia, no Kodak moments

Feds walls with my pictures on ’em, naw

I ain’t even in the school yearbook

I don’t do too much posing, got a cool killer look, ah

Career crook, get your career took

I’m back like a brassiere hook

Bitch, cheer

Camouflage gear, the hunter’s here

Better play it by ear

You ain’t nothing but a deer

Around here, and this here is Tha Carter

Serve it while it’s hot out the pot to your mama

And Slim tell me ain’t nobody hotter

But get your boy some dipping sauce, I want the whole enchilada

I got ’em by the collar, watch me drop ’em

On their head at the bottom

You ain’t got to shoot ’em ’cause I already shot ’em

And I ain’t got to get ’em ’cause I already got ’em

Get ’em