No Ceilings.. 
O-o-ok, I got this chrome on this Bugatti 
I'm strong in this Bugatti 
Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti  [bad word] I'm bad, 
I'm worse 
I pass the purp', 
Don't [bad word] with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk, 
I swear I be the sickest [bad word]  you can ask the nurse 
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse 
OK I spazz, I curse 
You last, I'm first 
I'm on yo' [bad word]  like dirt 
Behind that cash, get murked 
I'm talkin' big [bad word] [bad word]  join my hit list [bad word] 
What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] 
Shoot the witness, [bad word] 
Whole court in the streets 
And convict this [bad word] 
Old [bad word] [bad word] 
Man [bad word]  with the blucka 
Young Money [bad word] 
You think we won't do our thang.. 
Well ain't it sunny in the summer? 
And [bad word] for [bad word] 
And whoever among us 
And you know Imma bust my [bad word] until my crew very humongous 
I said T.I hold ya head 
And Mack hold ya head 
Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds 
Until my bloods, cold red 
Man you know how we play it 
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I gotta pay it 
I'm a New Orleans [bad word]  I don't take no [bad word] 
Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense 
Stunt hard on these [bad word] I ain't promised tomorrow 
Not when they kicking it with me like no mo' garciaparra 
Flute rollin' killer plants, like the tool shop of horror 
And we roll them [bad word] thick, make 'em look like Toccara 
Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes 
Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed 

I love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor 
Gotta take care of them kids, man I know you heard Obama 
And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard 
I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard 
Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack yards  [bad word] I ball hard, breakin' all the back boards 
Pretty boy Floyd step up I will crack yours 
And even at the White House we pull up at the back doors 

Walk around like im thirty feet tall 
Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls 
In the Porche 911 like emergency calls 
Man i just be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls 
Young Money in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls  [bad word] take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws 
My flow is [bad word]  two logs 
Young Moula we the new [bad word] and new draws 
Now get off my [bad word]  I ain't [bad word] witcha 
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol 
Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston 
Red bone do me good, then her friend or sista 
I mean her [bad word]  she never met her best friend or sister 
I leave that [bad word] Microsoft like Windows Vista 
Young toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe 
Bullet in your boy memory, now you act like you don't know 
Eastside who i do it fo', Eagle Street right by the store 
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't [bad word] wit Holly Grove 
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago 
But Heaven or [bad word]  I'm hopin' that they be where Imma go 
Take a [bad word] gale and make [bad word] give me a private show 
Still long hair, don't care, like a Navajo 
I'm the hardest [bad word] go in your [bad word] and search 
I smash this verse, so I swag and surf 
No Ceilings 
Ahah