Artist: Lil Wayne Album: Da Drought 3 Song: Sky's the Limit Typed by: xxmerkutioxx@aol.com Ahem Weezy yo Young Money, Cash Money This is, "Da Drought 3" Ladies and Gentlemen, you know me [Verse 1] You know I ride for my mother fuckin' niggas Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger They tell me don't get high and I should try and make a living I tell 'em I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing My eyes be so wide as they rise in the skillet I let my bitch bag it, if she spill it I'm a kill her I bullet-proof the ride now I feel like armadillos And fuck a hospital, Young Money we the illest And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest My flow is nasty like CY Phillies Self-made G and them bitches know the business We lightin' all rappers in the kitchen, I'm a chemist And when I was five my favorite movie was The Gremlins Ain't got shit to do with this but I just thought that I should mention You lookin' for divine, and a little intervention And the Byrds don't fly without my permission I'm probably in the sky, flyin' with the fishes Or maybe in the ocean, swimmin' with the pigeons See my world is different, like Dwayne Wade And if you want trouble bitch, I want the same thang [Chorus] And you know that I'm a ride with my mother fuckin' niggas Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger Don't worry 'bout mine, I'm a grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the Sky Is the Limit The Sky Is the Limit… …and if you look high you'll see that I'm gon' be in it [Verse 2] Fuck ten in the coup and your bitch love it Switchin' lanes, fast third then she switch subjects Tell a bitch "don't talk to me, And if you talkin' to them niggas, don't talk for free" And I hate when a nigga say, "talk is cheap" 'Cause I'm the type to let money talk for me, yeah My flow is art unique, yeah My flow can part a sea The only thing on the mind of a shark is eat By any means and you just sardines I got the 40 cal tucked in my PRP's What do you expect, I'm from New Orleans And the guarantee of my city is riders They tryin' to make a brand-new map without us But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars And no matter how you change it it'll still be ours [Chorus] [Bridge] And you don't want to fuck with a soldier Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulders Run up in your house and shoot everyone that sittin' on a living room sofa (that's fucked up) And you don't want to fuck with a soldier Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulders Mail it to your mom with a dozen a roses (now that's fucked up) And I'm a G, and you ain't gotta know the alphabets to see I know my whole city is depending on me And I forget a lot of shit, but I cannot forget the streets [Chorus]