Tag: NWA


Lil’ Wayne – In This House Lyrics (feat. Gucci Mane)


[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes
We act like this a studio, this really just a trap
Everything we got, we had to whip it out the bowl
Before we shake your hand, we'd rather slap you with the strap
A million cash in hunnids, now they bring it to the door (Racks)
20k for a coat that I ain't even wore
This bitch so bad, I let her shop, I made 'em close the store
She think she trickin' me, but bitch don't know my pockets swole (The money)
Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (Top)
Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (Ask)
Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks
And all my shooters shootin; .223's 'bout me, wop

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Refrain 1: Frank Ski & Lil Wayne]
(Whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne]
Boy, you been a ho
I remember, ho
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Boy you been a ho since Arsenio
f*ck your bitch, put her in the figure four
Scope on the gun, better visual
Silencer make the bullets tippy-toe
I don't give a f*ck, never gave f*cks
'Cause I always knew that a better day come
Haven't been asleep, seven day run
Never knew how a Chevrolet run
Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren, and Dre
I am the new NWA
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Take lives like students took lessons
Jail time, felt like it took seconds

I'm a Goodfella, was a dope seller
All these ho niggas must be Hochella
[Refrain 1: Frank Ski & Lil Wayne]
(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
You a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
No bullshit, my nigga
I'm pushin' my triggers
They lookin' for niggas in bushes, my nigga
In the ocean, in the lake, in the woods, in the rivers
The skies was gray and the bullets was silver
Young Money on front of my hoodie, my nigga
You front on your money, you couldn’t, my nigga
We kill you by breakfast and cook you for dinner
The lesbians say you a p*ssy-ass nigga, ol' ho-ass nigga
I put some pressure on your ho
Make her tell me what she know
Stop confessin' to that ho
Stop confidin' in that ho
Stop providin' for that ho
You gon' die for that ho
Suicide for that ho
[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne]
Boy, you been a ho
I remember, ho
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Frank Ski]
Boy, you been a ho
I remember, ho
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes
(There's some whores in this house)


Raekwon – My Corner (feat. Lil Wayne)


[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah
Let’s get real vulgar and loud in here, uh huh

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas’ll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain’t holdin’ blame for ya
Them niggas’ll kill, forreal
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas’ll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain’t holdin’ blame for ya
Them niggas’ll kill, forreal

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Picture me stompin’ you out, up on a flyin’ train
Rip Nikes on, hollow through your hollow brain
I suffocate cats, I rape tracks
All of this is late facts
I wished from the stove, it came, yes
Porsche racin’ with Scottish pitts
Best fly rum in the world
I got your girl eatin’ exotic dick
Anthrax pussy, the minks, whiskey king
Wrote my name on her face, yeah, yeah, kush me
Elevation keep the arm clustery, thousands of guns
We got money too, and we know how to fight someone
But niggas get burned inside of mines
Chopped into a capsule, amass cool, I’m that live
Yeah shower that nigga down, he pussy
Tryna hang with wolves, yo you still plain pussy
Don’t never move, we’ll detonate
Fuck up your whole plantation in one night to separate

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas’ll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain’t holdin’ blame for ya
Them niggas’ll kill, forreal
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas’ll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain’t holdin’ blame for ya
Them niggas’ll kill, forreal

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
One for the money, nothin’ after that shit
I’m gettin’ foreign money, money talks with an accent
Life is a maze, I done run out of Pac-Men
Really need a crown on my head like a cat lick
Never been a bitch and I don’t plan on startin’
Blood gang, beat a beat like Pam on Martin
And you wonder why my right hand man stand-offish
‘Cause he got that blam blam on point like swordfish
I’m walkin’ ’round the mansion on a cordless
Arguin’ with a bitch ’bout how I cannot be her boyfriend
And then I told her, "Hold on, let me click over"
It was my homie T, ’bout to bring them bricks over
We ’bout to break ’em down like when hammers hit boulders
If one of us goes down then we keep our lips frozen
Who that nigga with, Blood? Make that nigga spit blood
Bullet ain’t got no name but the nigga that it hit does
Come through in my bitch’s car, shoot you with my bitch’s gun
She asked where I’ve been, I just had to make a quick run
I’m an NWA, nigga with an AK
That’ll put an end to the melee
Smokin’ on pounds ’til them shits just deadweight
Ben Franklin straightjacket, my money gon’ stay straight
Lil Tune

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas’ll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain’t holdin’ blame for ya
Them niggas’ll kill, forreal
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas’ll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain’t holdin’ blame for ya
Them niggas’ll kill, forreal

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
I seen it all, done it all and still doin’ it
Who gave you crime action stories, live from the bricks?
Now it’s more diamonds, more bread, more bitches, more head
More land to cover and haters get more lead
Monster rap, decorated, general stripes, I’m top rank
Raise your arm up, salute the globe’s most realest still
M16 rounds from 16s
Blood money over here, cash rules daily
Flip train, lay it down, lay it flat, call it a G language
Keep flamin’
Sophisticated killers that’s rich and famous
For actin’ like your bakery bakes stacks
Get your cake snatched, and your pride too
Money can’t replace that
Run but you can’t hide
The games that you play’ll get you viewed by a coroner, coward
This is my corner

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas’ll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain’t holdin’ blame for ya
Them niggas’ll kill, forreal
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas’ll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain’t holdin’ blame for ya
Them niggas’ll kill, forreal