Released: October 31, 2007
Songwriter: Lil Wayne
Producer: STREETRUNNER
[Intro]
I hate gossip
And I don't walk around lookin' for it, you know?
But, yesterday it seemed to just
Wander around 'til it found me
You know like, the gossip found me
Then why don't try provin' it?
How? You don't know how to prove it?
Well, what you just do is, stop
[Verse 1]
Stop hating on a nigga
That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you can get tipped like you're waiting on a nigga
Put a body bag and an apron on a nigga
I give my all behind the mic
But you can never see if you sit behind the light
And you don't have to pick me to win the title fight
But I'ma wear that championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White
I'm trying to be polite
But you bitches in my hair like the fucking po-lice
My flow is rare, these other rappers nice
These other rappers bark some of them even bite
But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight
So before you dim the light, you just might, might wanna...
[Chorus]
Think it over
Ooooh, think it over
Think it over, baby baby
[Verse 2]
Stop analyzing, criticizing
You should realize what I am and start epitomizing
Confident, got the heart of the biggest lion
Confident, like fuck them all, pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dying
It rains a lot in my city 'cause my city's crying
'Cause my city's dying, but I emerge from all of that
I am a living pioneer, Zion
Fear God, not them, steer my robin Coupe
Through the streets of the boot and soowoo
And then I leak blood in the booth, I leave a bloodbath
Sorry, there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
Like the strings on a shoe, no, nigga, fuck that
I'm twisted like the strings on a boot, where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, I must ask
[Chorus]
Hey, haven't I been good to you?
Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?
[Verse 3]
Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean
Cast away stones, I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me, don't believe me
I've graduated from hungry and made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it
But I'm gon' need cheese if I'm baking a ziti
You niggas want beef, I want a steak and, uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica, where weed be
Hard body nigga, taking it easy
All about my paper, 'bout my paper like E-Z
Wider wrappers, why do rappers lie to fans, lie to rappers?
Lot of rappers lie like actors, cut the motherfucking cameras
Cut the check, nigga, fuck your props
I am Hip Hop
And I ain't dead, I'm alive
I hate gossip
And I don't walk around lookin' for it, you know?
But, yesterday it seemed to just
Wander around 'til it found me
You know like, the gossip found me
Then why don't try provin' it?
How? You don't know how to prove it?
Well, what you just do is, stop
[Verse 1]
Stop hating on a nigga
That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you can get tipped like you're waiting on a nigga
Put a body bag and an apron on a nigga
I give my all behind the mic
But you can never see if you sit behind the light
And you don't have to pick me to win the title fight
But I'ma wear that championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White
I'm trying to be polite
But you bitches in my hair like the fucking po-lice
My flow is rare, these other rappers nice
These other rappers bark some of them even bite
But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight
So before you dim the light, you just might, might wanna...
[Chorus]
Think it over
Ooooh, think it over
Think it over, baby baby
[Verse 2]
Stop analyzing, criticizing
You should realize what I am and start epitomizing
Confident, got the heart of the biggest lion
Confident, like fuck them all, pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dying
It rains a lot in my city 'cause my city's crying
'Cause my city's dying, but I emerge from all of that
I am a living pioneer, Zion
Fear God, not them, steer my robin Coupe
Through the streets of the boot and soowoo
And then I leak blood in the booth, I leave a bloodbath
Sorry, there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
Like the strings on a shoe, no, nigga, fuck that
I'm twisted like the strings on a boot, where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, I must ask
[Chorus]
Hey, haven't I been good to you?
Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?
[Verse 3]
Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean
Cast away stones, I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me, don't believe me
I've graduated from hungry and made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it
But I'm gon' need cheese if I'm baking a ziti
You niggas want beef, I want a steak and, uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica, where weed be
Hard body nigga, taking it easy
All about my paper, 'bout my paper like E-Z
Wider wrappers, why do rappers lie to fans, lie to rappers?
Lot of rappers lie like actors, cut the motherfucking cameras
Cut the check, nigga, fuck your props
I am Hip Hop
And I ain't dead, I'm alive
more tracks from the album
Happy Father’s Day
- What Happened to That Boy?
- Trouble
- Rider
- Leather So Soft
- Like Father, Like Son
- Duffle Bag Boy Remix
- Still Fly
- Big Dogg Status (Snippet)
- Gossip (Live)
- The Crackhouse (Happy Father’s Day)
- Burn This City
- Way of Life
- Neck of the Woods
- We Takin’ Over
- I’m So Hood (Remix)
- Comfortable
- Brand New
- We Fly High (Remix)
- 100 Million
- 1 Night Only
- Ask Dem Hoes
- Get Your Shine On
- Ghetto Life (2002)
From the album
- Happy Father’s Day (2007)