Best Rapper Alive

Lyrics

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
 
 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
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:53
Key
2
Tempo
152 BPM

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