Fat Joe - Make Way lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder dem all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from the set we make way! Me make way! Uhhh ohh no! Him 'fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ever ask if he come solo! Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! Me come them say AYY! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder dem all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from the set me make way! Me make way! Uhh oh no! Him 'fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ever ask if he come solo! Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! [Fat Joe] Coca b**h! Here is somethin you can't understand How I can just k** a man~! Shame what the mac can do, K's spit faster I'll make an a** of you, save the theatrics Watch like a quarter mill', chain like double that I ain't got to talk about the half up in the duffle bag Stunna my brother, Weezy we the syndicate Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we're n***a-rich I'll yellow bottle your face in, trust me Look at all the sh** I be talkin and no one touched me "Pray and pray for my downfall" Big said it, so I made it rain 'til it poured Speak from the heart, this emotional rap Catch feelings when you hear me, I'm supposed to do that Crack! A G what the streets done made me And the only language I speak is "f** you, pay me, b**h~!" [Hook: Lil Wayne] And when me come them say AYY! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder dem all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from the set me make way! Me make way! Uhh oh no! Him 'fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ever ask if he come solo! Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! [Lil Wayne] Say pardon! Bad man no take pardon Peer gunshot army, dem make backup A man no fear no man, man no fear no one Man a real Islam, man a get down done A me no hear dem talk, me eat in me car Respect a soldier, him in a middle of war Me I'm Babylon gangster, Hollygrove monster You no look familiar, roofers them k** ya Gunshots I will cut then open toolbox and drill ya Jump off body and let the mailman meal ya Me think I'm gon need the almighty one to heal ya And me behind the jungle with the lion and we k**er [Hook] [Birdman] Yup! Put it in the air n***a Light your lighters in the air This for my dead homies, yeah! "Gangsta Gangsta," that's what we yellin Shoot him in his head, let his b**h go and tell 'em We in the hood, getting money, we swellin Bigger than life, you know it's the cheaper price Bigger your stripes, you know what we doin tonight We getting it right, we plan, they hit then flight We know the rules n***a, live by none Get it by none, b**h I'll k** for my son [Lil Wayne] Yeah! Gangsters don't live that long That's why we gotta party everyday like Frank came home And it's hard for me to say that my heart ain't yearnin To walk up in a church and believe the sermon But instead, I spark up and relieve the burnin Hoping that he understands my reasons for it No, I ain't evil, I'm equal And n***a I ain't sweet, motherf**er I'm diesel! [Hook]