Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson - Love Is Here & You Are Gone lyrics

[Chorus]

Been running for too long [x3] It's time to give me mine

Time to time to give me mine, time to give me mine

Benn running for too long, it's time to give me mine

[Lil Wayne]

I'm so far ahead man

What they talking bout, Fee, they ain't saying shit

It could weak a whole court, like Stan Smith

Or Judge Judy, you niggas betta shoot me

Cause I bought my mans a glock, and I bought myself a uzi

Don't confuse me, no they don't amuse me

I come after the money, like Wednesday come after Tuesday

I told Stunna I'm wylin', he say don't worry I got ya

He told me, cut the heads off, and bring 'em back for papa

Yea, dem niggas gettin scurred, word

All dat talkin, just a whole bunch of verb

Pussy ass nigga got a whole bunch of nerve

I have 'em put yo picture on a whole bunch of shirts

I smoke a lot of weed, and drink a whole bunch of syrup

I like brain, so I fucks with a whole bunch of nerds

Heh, I am number 1

Cause 2 is not a winner, and no one remembers third

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]

Wizzle F. Baby, yea (bitch!)

See, money is the topic, baby

See, I'm a giant, all these otha niggas mockin, baby

They microscopic, baby

Big crib, I can't even hear 'em knockin, baby

Headed to the top, like I'm tied to a rocket, baby

To all the foreign woman, let's make a tropic, baby

I got so many bitches, I could make a combilation

I'd like to thank the haters, for yo cooperation

I got dat docter chopper, give you an operation

Nigga this is my crusaders, kill for confromation

We all got on masks, we bout to toxic waste 'em

I hope they momma raised 'em, cause they got bitch ways

If they don't pay for ya, they get ya back dead

Real talk, stop walkin on ya back legs

Step into the lime light, bullshit backstage

I used to tote a 32 up in my crack days

I tote dat AK-47 in my rap days

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]

I'm comin, Wizzle F. Baby (bitch!), yeah

Come and get it, anyone can get it

But since I'm the president, I'll be a lil more politic

I'm chillin in the clinic

Cause dats how many nurses, I got working on my dizzick

Snakes in the grass, rats, lizards

But 'round here, snitches don't exist like wizards

Hoe this ain't punch, I'm sippin on some sizzurp

I roll a fat joint, and do my fingers like scissors

Da game so cold, I done had my share of blizzards

But now I got dat big money runnin like rivers, nigga

I'm hear to get my shit straight, burner on the hip waist

Leave a nigga street full of bones, like a fish plate

Yea, I'm from the hood, but now I'm livin in a rich way

Swear I got on my knees, and thanked God for this day

So say what you wanna say

I need to throw a cup of water in my face

1st place, I...

[Chorus]

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