Текст песни Make It

(hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!
Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way!
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!
oh oh no, Him fro so dark and him hat so low!
Me never ever ask to become solo!
na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold
me so poor
(me come and say) x2

fat joe:
(cocka Bitch)
here is something you can't understand
how i could just kill a man
shame what the mack can do
K's speak faster
i'll make a ass of you
save the theatrics
watch like a quarter mill?
chain like double dat
i ain't gotta talk about
what off up in the duffle bag
stunna my brother, weezy wee the syndicate
hunned phantoms hunned maybachs i guess we nigga rich
i'll yellow battle your face in ... trust me
look at all the shit i be talkin and no one touch me
pray and pray for my downfall
BIG said it; so I made it rain till it poured.
speak from the heart, this emotional rap
catch feelings when you hear me, im supposed to do that (crack)
a G what the streets done made me
and the only language i speak is fuck you pay me, bitch.

(i went to come and say)
hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!
Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way!
Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way!
oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low
me never ever ask to become so lord
na me head so hot, and mi dread so cold
me so poor

weezy (jamaican flow):

Bad man no take Pardon!
Peer gunshot army them 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 them talk, me eat in me car!
Respect a soldier, him in a middle of war!Lil Wayne - Make It - http://ru.motolyrics.com/lil-wayne/make-it-lyrics.html
Me I'm a Babylon gangster, holly grove monster
You no look familiar, roofers them kill 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 killa!

(hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!
Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way!
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!
oh oh no, Him fro so dark and him hat so low!
Me never ever ask to become solo!
na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold
me so fall

[Ad-Lib: Birdman]
Yup! Put it in the air nigga.
Light your lighters in the air.
This for my dead homies.
Yeah!

gangsta gangsta, thass what we yellin
shoot up in his head, let his bitch go and tell'em
we in the hood gettin money, we swellin
bigger than life, u know it's the cheaper price
bigger than stripes, u know what we doin it tonight
we gettin it right, we plan then hit then flight
we know the rules,nigga live by nun
get it by nun, bitch i kill for my son

Weezy:

gangstas 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 aint yearnin
to walk up in the church and believe the sermon
But instead, I spark up and relieve the burning.
hopin that he understands my reasons for it
no.. i ain't evil, i'm equal
but nigga i aint sweet mo'fucka i'm diesel

And when me come them say Hey!
See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!
Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way!
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!
oh oh no, Him fro so dark and him hat so low!
Me never ever ask to become solo!
na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold
me so poor