Letra da Música Inkredible de Lil Wayne

[Trae]
Tha truth back, lets get to bidness
Its something unfamiliar
Call it a foreign image
Paint heavily leaking
I guess it wasn?t finished
Riding with something freaky
They tell me she the business
The chain clear, stones never cloudy

60 rats or better, n-gga ask about me
Certified gangsta, please don?t ever doubt me
Welcome to the streets
You can?t get in without me
Im presidential, obama painted the vogues black
Toping in the chevy, top rollin? back
My life a motion picture, b-tch i aint gotta act
I send em to your section, n-gga hold that
Its raining scattered bullets

Too late to run for cover, i drain em like kobe
Then i evacuate to the gutter
On something thats pokey with looks
And a trunk they?d like to stutter
I rank as the king of the city
It aint gon be another,
(inkredible, inkredible, inkredible, inkredible?)

[lil wayne]
I?m sending shots, it?s happy hour
I shoot from close range, i?ma need a shower
Brains in the sink, body on the counter
Women and the kids, leave em how i found em
I?m a real nigga, stand still n-gga
I cut ya face, have ya lookin like seal n-gga
Then i pull ya card, then i deal witcha
Gamble witcha life, is this your lucky night
My bitch so fucking right, every night i fuck her twice
Big boy money bitch pockets on charlie wise

Tatted up, i?m scarred for life
Tell the cops i know all my rights
Got choppas i dont mean harley bikes
Drop em like a bag of ice
Shades dark, flag bright
Wallet chain, chrome horse
Hair to the f-cking back, call that sh-t rosa parks
Dr. Carter man i gave hip-hop open heart
Young money baby aka noah?s ark
Ahaha

And im noah!
Young mula baby

[rick ross]
My money long, my temper short
My cars foreign my dick a boss
The guns new, the beef old
Its time to come through like never before

Liquid c4, look at me hoe
Look into my eyes do you see a c.O?
I?m talking kilo?s, time to reload
Map fout ou deyo ? ?shut the f-ck up? in creole
B-tch i?m paid up, get ya weight up
Pillow top back, realest shade up

I got them automatics so you know i?m automatic
All my auto?s automatic you know thats automatic
What you n-ggas wanna see
Dont get caught in the street
I got g?s that?ll wait for a quarter key, nigga
I?m living nigga

F-ck the critics nigga (fuck em)
Sh-t is serious nigga
You hear the lyrics nigga (yep!)
Its ricky nigga