Mack Maine has revealed that Lil Wayne isn’t yet out of the doghouse following his pending release from Rikers.
In an interview with xxlmag.com, the Young Money president spoke about how what the rapper’s return home would be like. “It’s like picking up a king. We gonna make sure everything is straight; jets and luxury cars, red carpet and probably beautiful women and just make sure that he’s [treated like] straight royalty. We ain’t gonna have the whole family up. The bosses are gonna be there and the immediate family. We gonna do it how we do it from there.”
Mack Maine then explained that after the celebration, it’d be back to business. “Straight from there we’ll probably shoot to Miami, or we might go straight to Arizona. He has court on the 5th. We’ll go to court and then we’ll probably be shooting to the next city on the 7th, which is that Sunday.”
In related news, Birdman has told Rolling Stone magazine that Wayne has returned to physically writing his rhymes. “He hasn’t written out rhymes since the Hot Boys,” he explained. “There’s a different swagger coming from Wayne, different things to talk about.”
“He’s our super superstar, he’s our Michael Jackson.” added Birdman. “We did great while he was gone, and I know we’re going to do even better when he comes home.”
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Lil Wayne fucking sucks.
Anyone who likes Lil Wayne should be murdered tonight Michael Myers style….
Fuck you and your opinion:
Lil Wayne
(Verse 1)
I am what you call a survivor, like trouble with drama
But I recover with power, and love it with honor
Discovered as a son of a problem
Remember smuggling powder through the doors of my high school
To force up they nostril, ’til it got full
But now they pop for a pill
Lil one here’s what’s up, Drugs could kill
But drugs could heal
If ya, ahh, ill for that good feel
And it feels good when them fields pull
We wheel quarters through the real raw parts of the streets
My hearts in the streets, So watch what ya step
When ya run from the gunfire of Glocks and Tech’s
Specials and Pumps, Vests is for chumps
Eat ya chests for lunch, munch
Young country dude, hunt ya down with tools
Repsect my presence, I step with weapons
You fall in seconds
Its all in the code of the streets, we go by it and stop from it
Real nigga talk, No frontin
Heh
(Chorus)
Do you understand the words that are comin out of my mouth?
If ya dont its because I’m speakin real nigga
Real nigga, This here is real nigga talk
Real nigga talk dogg, I hope you feel me
Let me talk to you dogg, You gotta feel me
I hope you feel me, You gotta feel me
Listen
(Verse 2)
Chrome’s hidden inside of my tires
You should see the size of my tires
Ridin’ on Mark McGwires, I spark the fire
Got me higher than a late flight
From L.A. to New York twice in the same night
Got some shit in my bag to make ya vein white, Cocaine pipe
Watch homie’s brains get rain white
Thats the type of sight to make Wayne right
They sayin life is short but money is long, And money is life
So for now I’m runnin the lights, in the 600 with pipes
Hop out, Collar Polo, and under the stripes is something that bites
We will be thugging for life
And can’t nothin pursuede or change us
We gangstas, we live it, I’m in the post without a pivot
But fuck it, I’m just shooting when I can’t move
Who’da knew I can’t lose
And truthfully through the loot that’s Young Money Entertainment
You get it arranged then holla at me
(Chorus w/ minor variations)
(Verse 3)
I burn in the winter, stand up in the fall
Stand up in the stands, and stand up for my dogs
Them asses I will spall, the plan is too ball
But the stuff I got in my pants cuff
is enough to make’em put my hands on the wall
Work, push on the strip, I’m pushing the whip
Fat back pockets, my cushion if I’m looking to slip
I’m hooking ya lip, If ya play hookie with my chips
Put that ass kitchen, bitch, when ya cooking that shit
Dodge hoes, juking and shit
Cause I can see beautiful women, but I’m not looking for shit
I’m from the hood where you taken for shit
So you gotta take the shit, and make ya shit
I had to bring home the bacon bits
Cause Pop’s was faking, and he left a nigga vacant
Now my heart ache and itch, from all the flagrant shit
I gotta take in, and thug out
Real nigga talk, bitch
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go listen 2 sum of kanye’z good friday songz and ull no where da real hip hop iz at. if u don’t like it, then go back 2 sippin on lil gayne’z man made milkshakez faggot.
i’ll go get the blade
No offense, but it’s pretty clear from your response and writing style that your a mentally challenged white boy who somehow gained access to your parent’s computer without their permission.
And for those of you who still think Wayne has no skill:
[Lil Wayne]
Listen
I grew up where them people call them people on us
Think we slangin but we just got beepers on us
Grinding all day like we got sleep insomnia
Living like the videos write a treatment on us
Stuck in the hood like they poured cement on us
Ghetto bird still shitin on us
Government still quitting on us
Lost a few homies and the grief’s still sitting on us
So we got they names written on us
White folks still spitting on us
And them bitch ass police k9’s teeth still gritting on us
But we smoke ashes still getting on us
Older bitches still hitting on us
I remember well
BZ rolled a L, BZ ain’t here
Where’s BZ at? BZ got killed
And that was my nigga
I go way back with my nigga
But I know that’s how it happened my nigga
Shit is much deeper then this rapping, My nigga
But know they all rappin, My niggas
So now I must make it happen
So I’m a play the captain
Sail boat flapping
My nigga
No fingers I’m snapping
Happy for my nigga lil Tagus
Cause even though we couldnt
The lord saved him
Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated
Shhh found his body like a month later
Rest in peace boy
He was a east boy
And so was Wessy West
He was a good nigga so I know he bless
And his daughter is a princess
This shit is harder than a bench press
But let me keep going
But I swear I got a lump in my throat
But I’m a keep on pumping the flow
So if I cry don’t stop the beat
I feel like my heart just stopped the beat
My nigga lil Derek was quick to cop a key
Either that or load the gat and go pop a G
And because of that
He’s just a name in a rhyme of mine
I pray his family in his momma’s fine
So much shit, just sit on this mind to mine
I think about it all the time
I drink about it all the time
I smoke back to back
Cause if my thoughts got to me I’d be in this rap
Or I’ll be in a can
Thank god I had dreams of being a man
Yeah
And fuck a man with a badge
Cause he ain’t shit to a man on the edge
The 5-0 killed Naudy, the good boy dead
Man you would’ve thought they killed cornbread
Shot him up face down on the lawn
Not to mention wit his handcuffs on
Not to mention they had plain clothes on
And the complaint goes on
But nobody do nothing about it
The jail house and the morgue is to fucking crowded
And hate is at an all time high
Everybody gotta hater like a fucking ipod
Shit and they tried to burn my Phantom up
But I got my gun licenses
I got my hammers up
I’m ready to shoot like a ca-me-ra
Stay still motherfucker
I’m a have to write my will this summer
Cause if they don’t kill me
I’m a kill this summer
Yea
And you can put that on my late father
Or my late grandmother, Miss Mercedes Carter
Or my grandfather Larry Balsock
The old man hustled till his heart stopped
And I know that my real pops had money
No bank account that brown paper bag money
Yea he might hit me off with a little brag money
But that nigga still wouldn’t be a dad for me
But look how I turned out I hope he glad for me
But that’s why when I see him I acts mad funny
Cause he a joke to me
Don’t message, don’t call
Don’t talk to me
It’s just me and my momma
How it suppose to be
And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me
And I know she gets all hope from me
And I don’t never wanna see her mope for me
Hopefully!
But Truthfully
There is a day that’s due for me
But we gone pray that it’s as far as the future sees
You are listening to the future Weezy F. Baby. Amen
*you’re
nbm, u can copy and paste all da fuckin lyricz u fuckin want. ur still a loser and no1 givez a shit except 4 u and ur lil gayne nut huggin, dick suckin faggot groupie friendz. go jack off 2 lil gayne’z gay porn muzik u fruity homo.
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il fuck you babe
ok 🙂
dont read stories bout him then u pussys
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