Best Rapper Alive - Chopped & Screwed

Fuck with me? Thank you, come on, yeah

Yeah, come on, you know me man

OV, I got 'em boy

Baby, Slim too, alright, Weezy Baby

You can't see me, but I see you, and I see you

Lord! I-I-I got 'em

Bring the crowd and I'm loud In living colour

It is Weezy Fuckin' Baby, got these rappers in my stomach

Yummy, I'm takin' it I ain't asking them for nothing

If you sell a million records, we can battle for ya money

I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday

Watch a football game and bet it all on one play

Still stuntin' baby, yes I'm still flossin'

Latest car on the market with the top peeled off it

Big wheels make it look a lil' bulky

You look a lil' salty, have ya' self a chill coffee

Chill out, the guns is still out

Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out

I'm busy, I got paper to reel in

God I hope they steppin' at the end of my rod

I hope I'm fishing in the right pond

And I hope you catchin' on to every line

Who am I?

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh?)

Swagger right (Check) game tight

And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me

(Who) the best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh?)

Swagger right (Check) game tight

And you should be afraid, be very afraid

The heart of New Orleans

Thumpin' and beatin'

Livin' and breathin'

Stealin' and feedin'

Peelin' and leavin'

Killin' and grievin'

Dearly departed, erased deleted

No prints, no plates, no face, no trace

Out of sight, out of mind

No court, no case

Sell his chain, celebrate block party, second line

Zulu ball, essence fest, jazz fest, mardi gras

Shorty bounce, body rock

Now he drop, now he got

Family try, tell the feds, tell the cops

Smell the rat comin' back to the house

To the spot, tap tap, knock knock, who is that?

(Pow!) trigger man, hoodie man, tell the kids

Boogie man, pistol pete, ammo mammal, gun man, blum blam!

Damn Sammie, you done fucked up

Pussy ass niggas, put ya nuts up

Just call me

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh?)

Swagger right (Check) game tight

And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me

(Who) the best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh?)

Swagger right (Check) game tight

And you should be afraid, be very afraid

Fuck up with all these rookie MCs

(Whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me

Fuck 'em!

Fuck 'em good, fuck 'em long, fuck 'em hard

Fuck who? Fuck 'em all

(Yeah) like that, just like that, right back

I'm on that money train and the mac'll knock 'em off track

The quarterback well protected from the Warren Sapp

The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac

You can't see me baby boy, you got that cataracts

I'm right here straight out the hood just like an alley cat

Since everyone's a king, where the fuck your palace at?

Me I got callus on my hands, I can handle that

It's no problem, baby I so got 'em

It's just a victory lap, baby I'm just joggin'

And I ain't even out of breath

The motherfuckin' best yet, sorry for cursing

Who?

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh?)

Swagger right (Check) game tight

And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me

(Who) the best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh? Yep)

The best rapper alive (Huh?)

Swagger right (Check) game tight

And you should be afraid, be very afraid