Lyrics of 'Make Way (feat. Lil' Wayne and Fat Joe)' by Birdman

(hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!
Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way!
Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way!
oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low
me never ever ask to become so lord
na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold
me so fall
(me come and say) x2

fat joe:
(cocka Bitch)
here is something you can't understand
how i could just killah man
seen what the mack can do
can't speak faster
i make a ass of you
same as the hat tricks
what's like a quarter mill?
chain like double dat
i ain't gotta talk about
what off up in the duffle bag
stunna my brother, weezy we the syndicate
hunned phantoms hunned maybachs i guess we nigga rich
how yellow battle you facin ... trust me
look at all the shit i be talkin and no one touch me
pray and pray for my downfall
big said it, so i made it rain till it poor
speak from the heart, this emotion the rap
catch feelings when you hear me, im supposed to do that (crack)
a G what the streets done made me
and the only language i speak is f**k you pay me.

(i went to come and say)
hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!
Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way!
Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way!
oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low
me never ever ask to become so lord
na me head so hot, and mi dread so cold
me so fall

weezy (jamaican flow):

Batup, bad man no take batup
peer gunshot army done make backup
a man no fear no man, man no fear no one
man a real hussla, man i got job done
a mean no hear dom talk eat in a car
he spent as soldier he mean the middle of war
he my babalon gangsta, hollygrove monsto
u dunn look familia, ruffus come n killia
crusher shall we come an open two bucks and trill ya
jump up badi and let da mill man mill ya
hit it up goni da almighty wanto hill ya
he mibe on da jungla where dem lion and da miela

(hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!
Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way!
Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way!
oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low
me never ever ask to become so lord
na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold
me so fall

Baby:

gangsta gangsta, thass what we yellin
shoot up in his head, let his bitch go and tell'em
we in the hood gettin money, we swellin
bigger than life, u know it's the cheaper price
bigger than strife, u know what we doin it tonight
we gettin it right, we plan to hit and flight
we know the rules,nigga live by nun
get it by nun, bitch i kill for my son

Weezy:

gangstas don't live that long
that's why we gotta party everyday like frank came home
and it's hard for me to say it that my heart aint yearnin
to walk up in the church and believe the sermon
but it's dead i spark up and we leave it burnin
hopin daddy understand my reasons for it
no.. i ain't evil, i'm equal
but nigga i aint sweet mo'f**ka i'm diesal

(i went to come and say)
hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!
Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way!
Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way!
oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low
me never ever ask to become so lord
na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold
me so fall