20 of the Best Lyrics From Birdman and Lil Wayne’s ‘Like Father, Like Son’ Album
Few empires have been able to build a legacy as iron-clad as Cash Money Records. A modest independent operation in its earliest incarnation, the label, spearheaded by Bryan "Baby" Williams and his brother Ronald "Slim" Williams, made major waves with a $30 million distribution deal with Universal Records in 1998. Solo albums, such as Juvenile's 400 Degreez, B.G.'s Chopper City in the Ghetto and Lil Wayne's Tha Block Is Hot, as well the Guerrilla Warfare release from Cash Money's super group, the Hot Boys, would follow, establishing the label as one of the leading brands in rap. But after multiple Cash Money artists, including Juvenile, B.G., Mannie Fresh and Turk, decided to defect from the label, only two artists from the original Cash Money days were left: Baby and Lil Wayne.
Signed to the label as as a youngster, Wayne would prove to be the ultimate Cash Money soldier, waving the flag for the label on albums like 500 Degreez and Tha Carter while slowly becoming one of rap's more impressive MCs. Coinciding with the solo career transition from Baby, now rechristened as Birdman, Weezy's ascension would reach a crescendo with the release of his Tha Carter 2 album in 2005, marking him as a star in waiting and injecting new life into Cash Money Records.
As the label's two biggest rap artists at the time, and with their longstanding familial relationship, Birdman and Lil Wayne teamed up for a collaborative album, Like Father, Like Son, in 2006. Debuting at No. 3 on the Billboard 200, with 176,000 copies sold in its first week of release, Like Father, Like Son would capitalize on the pair's momentum, eventually going gold. The project has since been deemed a cult classic among Cash Money enthusiasts.
To mark 10 years since its release, XXL highlights 20 of the hottest bars from Like Father, Like Son, reminding rap fans how ill this album is a decade later.
"Stuntin' Like My Daddy"Lil Wayne
"Hey pick em up! Fuck em, let em lay/Where I'm from we see a fuckin' dead body every day/That's uptown! Throw a stack at 'em/Make a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em/Ya bitch on my pipe, and she like a crack addict/She saw me cooking eggs and she thought I was back at it/I grab the keys, ho I gotta go/I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs"
"Like Father, Like Son"Birdman
"And like father, like son, daddy ,we don't borrow/We stay on the grind homie 'cause we grind harder/And fuckin' with me homie you won't like/You be the next t-shirt, we in ya hood all night/We got them birds flyin out and we've allowed the pipes/We do this state to state thing and cheat the price/And Rufus came home and I told him to shave/But he was telling me about them pussy niggas back in the '80s, baby"
"Like Father, Like Son"Lil Wayne
"Birdman put me on when I was just 11/He was my teacher, so I was like fuck the lesson/He was my preacher, so I was like fuck the reverend/My mother Cita, she said that I was with the devil/My mother Cita, now say that he was sent from heaven/So, I take heed to every single word that he tell me"
"Like Father, Like Son"Lil Wayne
"Little Wizzle but you bitches call me first place/And papa taught me paper chase never skirt chase/I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space/You niggas yellow like Sesame Street, Bert's face/Worst case scenario, burial/Two tone Carara like Mascara, uh/The G4 take your boy where ever/Like father, like son the era, nigga"
"Know What I'm Doin'"Rick Ross
"Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks/Started on a corner now a nigga 106/Heroin and quinine nah you can't quiet mine/I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine/You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours/I 50 carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores/When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack/'Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs"
"Know What I'm Doin'"Lil Wayne
"We got the swine wit' the suede on top/The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops/The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock/And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots/Keep the tool in my hand cause we get it 'round the clock/Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks/Them niggas poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked"
"Ain't Worried Bout Shit"Lil Wayne
"The tool yelling like, holla, y'heard me?/Got the fools bailing like Jackie, Kersee/You try join him, I can help you with that/I'm important in rap, but I'm special with gats/You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or something/Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezing nothing/I'm Weezy fuck it/Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him"
"Leather So Soft"Lil Wayne
"Diamonds and pearls and pussy hoes, snortin' coke 'til they nose bleed/I'm sittin' high on them inches I'm in the nosebleeds/I'm on a paper chase until my toes bleed/Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed/I put 'em in ya head and watch the holes bleed/My rag always red like when them hoes bleed/Now that's cold bleed I mean cold blooded/And I'm so southern"
"Army Gunz"Lil Wayne
"Okay, I'm out here, you niggas done started it, you ordered it/Bullet find a home in ya arteries, pardon me/But them niggas won't touch not a part, of me bet on it/Them niggas belong in a sorority, ain't that a bitch/Burn they bodies up for the authorities, no evidence/You gone stop fuckin' with them warriors from New Orleans/And, I really think that it'd be better if/I just hit your block with that beretta and hop out and let her rip"
"Army Gunz"Lil Wayne
"Get at em we hit 'em up if they rattin'/Niggas ain't fuckin' with the boy them niggas softer than satin/I'm feeling awfully aggy, yes I walk with the maggy/I tell him park in a alley, and leave 'em parked in the alley/Niggas talking about me, but they ain't talking it at me/'Cause if they talkin' it at me, then I'm just talking to caskets/All that talking is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong/'Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone"
"Army Gunz"Lil Wayne
"Thirty shots in the clip, nigga let's trip/Line 'em up, put 'em down on the guest list/These niggas 'bout to make me go Rambo/I'mma take the shit as far as it can go/War is the answer if ya questioning the general/Snap shots at you baby you are just a centerfold/And less cynical, niggas seem plenty bold/Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole"
"Get That Money"Lil Wayne
"I know some niggas that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy/You bitch ass niggas just be lucky that the boy ain't hurting/I got the money to lag and I got that swagger working/I'm smoking something I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains/What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit/She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich/You fuckin' wit' a winner but I come from a little/Ho but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter"
"Get That Money"Birdman
"So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch/Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip/Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it/These niggas want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery/So stop stuntin' homie false promoting/It ain't about what'cha makin' it's about what ya toting/Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife/The bitch ain't even cry cause he was livin' that life"
"Get That Money"Lil Wayne
"Money, money, money is my intuition/Money over bitches such an easy decision/Young Money money men monster militia/Hardbody these niggas boxes of tissue/That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya/Them .380 snapshots now smile for the pictures"
"No More"Lil Wayne
"The pots hot as the rock expands/It's the paper chasin'Man on the clock like hands/Grindin
like teeth, get money like Heathcliff/Huxstable keep it comin like Keith/Gotta make last forever for worse or for better/Gotta make it past the devil, so guns I got several/And everybody plays the fool says Aaron Neville/But I just play to win holler back like heavy metal"
"No More"All Star Cashville Prince
"Young new investment ain't no turning me back/Had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack/And I ain't never going back sike I love the life/Standing under the street light trying to get off that white/At a reasonable price, nah, I ain't trying to bargain wit ya/Niggas hating well I guess they gonna be starving wit you/I got two jobs I sell and cop shit/Like father, like son, well, I was adopted"
"Yeah, thank you up nigga uptown from an eight to a quarter/From a half to a brick from a zero to the ounce, that's why I'm hood rich/A murder was the case got me emptying outta clips/Stunna hollering Birdman, nigga right back in this bitch/Third Ward throw the U up, I'm rolling in the whip/With this money on my mind, gotta hustle and a lick/Them high rise dealings, me and youngin' on some shit/Breaking bread chopping millions
'cause a bitch ain't shit"
"One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe/Uptowners inside the booth, shut down anybody who/Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave, found in a body bag/Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag/Flossy nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flash/Bossy nigga, so presidential, thanks to my dad/Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad"
"See we ride for flame, nigga, a G to my name, nigga/I does my thang, nigga, I'm getting this change, nigga/So who's to blame, nigga, about the game, nigga/They said I did it, so fuck them niggas/I gave the plan, nigga, I gave the game, nigga/I'm doin my thang, and still fuck them niggas/I know the lane, nigga, I know the pain, nigga/I know the fame, and still fuck them niggas"
"Cali Dro"Lil Wayne
"I get my kush from California, get my dro from Arizona/I can get it 'cross the border, I got a Ryda named Winona/And I be calmer than a soma/Inside of the phantom and it's looking like a sauna/And I stay high and I still got my diploma/And I still keep the Maggie on me like a Homer/And I'm too sick, man, I'm spittin' out a coma/And I'm still lettin' the money pile like goma"