Gossip (Explicit) - Lil Wayne

I hate gossip

And I don't walk around lookin' for it you know

But yesterday it seemed to just

Wander on till it found me

You know like gossip found me

Then why don't you try provin' it

How You don't know how to prove it

Well what would you just do is

Stop stop stop stop stop stop

Stop stop stop stop stop stop

Stop hatin' on a ni**a that is a weak emotion

The lady of a ni**a

And you can get tipped like ya waitin' on a ni**a

Put a body bag and an apron on the ni**a

I give my all behind the mic

But you could never see if you sit behind the light

You don't have to pick me to win the title fight

But I'm gone wear that championship belt so tight

And if I'm wrong there is no right

And if I'm wrong there is no white

I'm tryna to be polite

But you b**ches in my hair like to f**kin' pull lice

And my flow is rare these other rappers nice

These other rappers bark some of 'em even bite

But I'm much more bright I give the game sight

So before you dim the light you just might might wanna

Think it over

(Think it over)

Ooh think it over

(Think it over baby baby)

Get 'em

Stop analyzin' criticizin'

You should realize what I am and start epitomizin'

Legitimate I got the heart of the biggest lion

I'm confident like

F**k 'em all pull out my dick and ride it

My flow sick so sick it's like my sh*t is dyin'

It rains a lot in my city because my city's cryin'

Because my city's dyin' still I emerge from all of that

I am a livin' pion-eer near Zion

Fear God not them

Steer my Robin Coupe through

The streets of the boot and soowoop

And then I leave blood in a boot I leave a blood bath

Sorry there's a tub in the boot

Now where the *** at

I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe

No ni**a bug that

I'm twisted like the strings on a boot

Now at New Orleans at

I feel your pop stole me like a bus pass

So in your possession ah ah I must ask

Hey haven't I been good to you

Tell me haven't I been sweet to you

Drag my name through the mud

I come out clean cast away stones

I won't even blink

A gun is not a math problem

I won't even think

Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink

Don't believe in me don't believe me

I've graduated from hungry

And made it to greedy

My flow is like pasta

Take it and eat it

But I'm gone need g's

If I'm bakin' the zeedy

You niggas want beef

I want a steak and uh we be

Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be

Hard body ni**a just takin' it easy

All about my paper 'bout my paper like Eazy

Why do rappers Why do rappers

Lie to fans lie to rappers lot of rappers

Lie like actin' cut the mothaf**kin' cameras

Cut the check ni**a f**k your props

And make it out to Mr Hip Hop

I'm not dead I'm alive