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D Baker - Best Rapper Alive lyrics

[Intro]
Fuck with me?
Thank you
Yeah, come on, yeah
Yeah, come on
You know me mane
Yeah, yeah, c'come on
DJ D on the track, alright
Oh B, I got 'em boy
Alright, Weezy Baby
You can't see me
But I see you
And I see you
Lord
I-I-I got 'em

[Verse 1]
Bring the crowd
And I'm loud in living color
It is Weezy Fuckin' Baby
Got these rappers in my stomach
Yummy
I'm taking it
I ain't asking them for nothing
If you sell a million records
We could battle for your money
I'd 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 wit the top peeled off it
Big wheels make it look a lil bulky
You look a lil salty
Have ya self a chilled 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 snapping at the end of my rod
I hope I'm fishing in the right pond
And I hope you catching on to every line
Who am I?

[Hook]
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
Swagger right, check, game tight
And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
Who?
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
Swagger right, check, game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid

[Verse 2]
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
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Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras
Shotty bounce, body rock
Now he dropped, now he got
Family try tell the Feds, tell the cops
Smell the rat
Coming back
To the house
To the spot
Tap-tap
Knock-knock
Who is dat
Chkk-pow!
Trigga man
Hoodie man
Tell the kids; Boogieman
Pistol Pete
Ammo Mammal
Gunman
Blum-blam! hahah
Damn, Sammy, you done fucked up
Pussy ass niggas, put ya nuts up
Just call me

[Hook]
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
Swagger right, check, game tight
And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
Swagger right, check, game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid

[Verse 3]
Fuck up wit 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 dat, just like dat
Right back
I'm on that money train
And that 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 dat cataracts
I'm right here, straight out the hood jus like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king, well where the fuck ya palace at?
Me? I got callous on my hands, I can handle dat
It's no problem, baby, I so got 'em
It's just a victory lap, baby, I'm jus joggin'
Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath
The motherfuckin' best yet
Sorry for cussing
Who?

[Hook]
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
Swagger right, check, game tight
And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
Swagger right, check, game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid

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