[Lil Wayne]
Ima Millionaire,
Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair,
Ima venereal disease like a menstrual bleed..
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cuz I dont write shit cuz I aint got time,
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al mighty dollar,
And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you cant stop em,
I go by them goon rules if you cant beat em then you pop em,
You cant man em then you pop em,
You cant man em then you mop em,
You cant stand em then you drop em,
You drop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,

[Cory Gunz]
Im Millie in here wit them Young Money Milli on aires,
Think you really pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli..the Vanilli’s in here.. im a rascal dont get whopped,
I get brats who dont give top,
I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a brake on,
An I break on anything a nigga take on,
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon,
Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown,
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas,
Illie in the mind, really wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime,
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line,
Plentys in me, any guinea’s wit em bigger than a mini and remind im..
Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep,
Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep..
She caught by Weezy F, we be the best,
Truely to death prove me the rest,
Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha

[these lyrics unconfirmed in album version but present in mixtape version]
young money
C3
nay nay, daddys better
ok

a millionaire im a young money millionaire
what chyall really want it now
y’all dont really wanna do it
if hip hop is dead i am the embalming fluid
and I don’t care who it be, I’m steppin to it
notice I say ‘it’ cuz to me, it ain’t shit
get. it.
call me whacha like trick?
call me on my sidekick
never answer when its private
man I hate a shy chick
don’t you hate a shy chick
I had a plate of shy chick and she ain’t shy no mo’
she changed her name to my chick
hahaha, yea boy thats my girl
and she pops excellent up in waynes world
totally dude you should
see their faces when they see that
this robot can move
and its like…
hahaha, yea
and it go…
thats right

I’m a millionaire I’m a
young money cash money fast money
slow money mo’ money neva low money
what is that, who is that, I never heard of it
I will take your picture and make a ‘rest in peace’ shirt of it
tell those n***** beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz i
killed and now don’t tell no one you heard of me
its like, the beat was screamin, murder me
and i’m a, murderer
so I murdered it

and you n***** is what i eatin ill make sure of it
and he who don’t believe me I’ll make dessert of him
sherbet him, I mean
shame on him, or her
Carter, Father of
this rap thang, this is my race
gon’ take a lap man weezy babys nursery
now gon’ take a nap man, its nap time
I’ll holla back at you at snack time

Weezy… F…. yea, ok
they say I’m rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
who dat
who dat said they gon’ beat Lil Wayne
my name ain’t bic, but I keep that flame
who dat one
dat do dat boy
yall knew dat
true dat swallow
and i be the shhhh
now you got loose bowels
I don’t owe you like two vowels
but I’d like for you to pay me by the hour
hahaha
and I’d rather be pushing flowers,
than to be in the penn sharing showers
see Tony told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was sour
dont play in the garden

(feat. Qwote)
[Trina: spoken]
Hi this is trina
And I'm standing 5'2 125 pounds 34, 26, 36
Beautiful lite grey eyes, long black curly hair that
Hangs down to the middle of my back and right now I'm home alone and
I'm looking to try something new so if your listening
Why don't you leave me a message
Ha ha ha ha

[Chorus: Qwote]
Take your hands and close your eyes and picture me
Touching your thighs do you feel your body next to me
I'm in your mind but physically it feels so real when we're on the phone
The way you talk and the moan I put your body to the test it's not
A fantasy but it's phone sex

[Trina:]
What's your description I told you mine I was feeling real horny
Called the party line dude sounded so good I ain't waste
No time I'm a take my clothes off and just go for mine
The way that he was talking and describing himself I picture
Reggie bush and I ain't seeing nothing else my eyes closed tight
On the living room couch one hand up my (uummm) putting fingers
In my mouth cheating on my man I'm getting my freak on long as it ain't real
I ain't doing nothing wrong just a dirty fantasy on the
Football field me layed in the grass wanna love how it feel
Pulling on my hair biting on my lips throwing it back thrusting my hips
Pouring champagne down and he taking sweet sips got me bout to climax he took me on a trip aahhh

[Chorus:]
Take your hands and close your eyes and picture me
Touching your thighs do you feel your body next to me
I'm in your mind but physically it feels so real when we're on the phone
The way you talk and the way you moan I put your body to the test it's not
A fantasy but it's phone sex

[Trina:]
The next day I called the party line again I was looking for that voice
That's when I bumped in a thug that sounded like trick to me
You should have heard that nasty fantasy
He made me see us in a school house
I was the last student left and was bout to walk out
He said bend over and show him a shot in my private school skirt
So arroused I got hard as a mistle I blew on his whistle playing back and forth
For this nigga I can't dismiss you he asked can I kiss then I got wet
This phone bone thing is getting better than sex don't need protection everythings
Safe I even let him spank me I came on his (aahhh) I know he was so amazed
To hear me come on the phone we wasn't playing no games
We was getting it on aahhh

[Qwote:]
Do you feel me baby sexing your body touching you softly
Making you want me go head close your eyes
Put your hands on your thighs let's fantasize
From the other end of the line do you feel me baby sexing your body
Touching you softly making you want me go head close your eyes
Put your hands on your thighs let's fantasize
From the other end of the line

Take your hands and close your eyes and picture me
Touching your thighs do you feel your body next to me
I'm in your mind but physically it feels so real when we're on the phone
The way you talk and the moan I put your body to the test it's not
A fantasy but it's phone sex

[music fades]

LIL' JON & THE EAST SIDE BOYZ LYRICS

"Get Crunk"
(feat. Bo Hagon)

[Lil Jon talking]
What, hey hey, it the kings of crunk
Bitch (bitch), Lil Jon (Lil Jon), Lil Bo (Lil Bo), Big Sam (Big Sam), hey (hey),
This shit right here for everybody that's proud of the motherfuckin city (yeah)
you proud of your mothafuckin' neighborhood (yeah) shit! (shit!)

[Chorus:]
Let's go,
Ohh what's this shit that you throwin' up, East side nigga,
Ohh What's the click that you represent, West side nigga,
Ohh what's this shit that you throwin' up, North side nigga,
Ohh what's the click that you represent, South side nigga.

[2x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk

[Verse]
Wonderin' who am I, I'm bo hagon BME representer heaven sent a nigga who enter this cold as the winter,
step away from the top, step away from the block, step away from shootin' or gettin shot, bitch nigga
fuck that you buck we buck back, what you think we cut slack for some kind of tough cat,
just cause some nigga was dead, with the head leakin out, pink and red leakin out, now them feds sneakin out, nigga fuck it, we'll hop in the bucket and haul ass, you was mad cous I seen you was
we'll hop in the bucket and haul ass, you a snake cause I seen you was creepin' in tall grass,
I bust em all fast repeatedly, and heatedly tryed to make that
mothafucker leave imediately ima pimp I'm a gansta all the above and I'm worldwide
babygirl show me some love, we gon drank real good and decent bud bo hagon you don't give a damn
we don't give a fuck.

[Chorus]

[2x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk

[Verse]
You from the south side nigga represent that shit
You from the mid-west nigga represent that shit
You from that east coast nigga represent that shit
You from the west coast nigga represent that shit
Now throw your motherfuckin' click up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' boys up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' squad up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' sets up high in the sky

Get crunk in this bitch, shake your dreads in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, throw some bows in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, niggas start that shit
Get crunk in this bitch, niggas start that shit
Get crunk in this bitch, start pushing and shit
Get crunk in this bitch, run around in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, run around in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, start a mosh pit

[Chorus]

[2x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk

[Lil Jon']
Now bitch niggas straight crunk
Its beena long time for a nigga to act the way
we actin'
I tell you what, its been a long time for a nigga
to act like the way we livin'
Well fuck us, shiat

(Straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk,
straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk,
straight crunk)

[Verse]
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck hoe
If your ass act up, we'll stomp that ass to the floor
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck hoe
If your ass act up, we'll stomp that ass to the floor

Pussy nigga, what what, pussy nigga, what what
Bitch nigga, what what, bitch nigga, what what
Pussy nigga, what what, pussy nigga, what what
Bitch nigga, what what, bitch nigga, what what

[Chorus]

[3x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk

[Fades out...]