Birdman & Lil Wayne - Make Way Lyrics

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(hey)
See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play! 
Me come for murder dem on the cowboy 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 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 
seen what the mack can do 
can't speak faster 
i make a ass of you 
same as the hat tricks 
what's 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 we the syndicate 
hunned phantoms hunned maybachs i guess we nigga rich 
how yellow battle you facin ... 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 poor 
speak from the heart, this emotion the 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 cowboy 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): 

Batup, bad man no take batup 
peer gunshot army done make backup 
a man no fear no man, man no fear no one 
man a real hussla, man i got job done 
a mean no hear dom talk eat in a car 
he spent as soldier he mean the middle of war 
he my babalon gangsta, hollygrove monsto 
u dunn look familia, ruffus come n killia 
crusher shall we come an open two bucks and trill ya 
jump up badi and let da mill man mill ya 
hit it up goni da almighty wanto hill ya 
he mibe on da jungla where dem lion and da miela 

(hey)
See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play! 
Me come for murder dem on the cowboy 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 dreads so cold 
me so poor

Birdman: 

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 strife, u know what we doin it tonight 
we gettin it right, we plan to hit and 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 it that my heart aint yearnin 
to walk up in the church and believe the sermon 
but it's dead i spark up and we leave it burnin 
hopin daddy understand my reasons for it 
no.. i ain't evil, i'm equal 
but nigga i aint sweet mo'fucka i'm diesal 

(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 cowboy 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 dreads so cold 
me so poor

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lyrics submitted on 06-11-2008
lyrics corrected on 04-07-2009