Dedication 3

[Intro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] And this is just a mixtape Damn, haha Well, it's a little more than that It's more like a message More like a change for the better And this is just a mixtape Damn It's more of a dedication D3! And this is just a mixtape Damn This what y'all was waiting for? DJ Drama! [Chorus: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] And I'ma keep fucking this world 'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah (Ill!) Don't worry if me got a gun You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) And all these niggas is killers And all these killers with me, yeah But you should be more afraid of the killer in me (Ohh!) 'Cause I'm about to kill 'em (I'm about to kill 'em) 'Cause I'm about to kill 'em (I'm about to kill 'em) So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em) (Gangsta!) So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah!) And I'ma keep fucking this world 'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah Don't worry if I got a gun You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) And all these niggas is killers And all these killers with me, yah (Gangsta!) But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Young veteran, soon to be OG Plus, I spit like a crackhead with no teeth I hear you little niggas barking, want more beef You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace And when it comes to money, my shit is obese Like Della Reese; I need celery More money—what the fuck these niggas telling me? I'm Young Lucifer, take 'em all to Hell with me, yeah Drop 'em off in a firestorm YM riot squad, get our riot on If he testify like Common, see the firebomb If you know what's best, motherfucker, get your quiet on These niggas starving out here, getting they diet on While I'm eating, nigga, gripping on my Styrofoam One-man game, nigga, I'ma die alone For now, I'm with your girl, getting my Rowdy Roddy Piper on [Verse 2: Willie the Kid] Willie the Kid, pull guns like a hamstring No bull, I push Pro-V's like Pantene Blow like a trombone, funny niggas—tambourine Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine gators They naysayers, mascara wearers And my niggas on paper, getting paper like ballplayers No blood, no foul; yeah, my heart cold as Moscow We nap your kin like a hot towel (Gangsta!) All my hoes hostile; not me; never tell me, "Not now" Rap niggas, forty-cal' to your brow (Ugh, ugh) Roof-remover: we leave your brain with more air Maneuver: I leave your bitch with a moist chair (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) Seduce her; yeah, you rappers should be tired of lying But I know it's hard like a tire iron But yet, it's complex, like it's Mayan science Or Aztec math I'm crazy as a mesc' tab; I feed niggas like a mess hall And yes, y'all, it's Willie—how I address y'all Or like a stylist, nobody's fly as this You crazy? I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] And I'ma keep fucking this world 'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) Don't worry if me got a gun You should have a gun for me, yah And all these niggas is killers (Killers with you) And all these killers with me, yeah (Gangsta!) But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta!) 'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'ma kill 'em And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em I'ma kill 'em [Verse 3: Mack Maine] They say powder makes you hyper, reefer makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dull While I sip the purple harlot, thick as my Southern drawl Put me on the ocean floor with a mermaid with no drawers They got bats up in the cave, upside-down Blood rushing to they head, they reacting off sound As I stand on the mound, pitching for the crown Uptown-bound, face painted like a clown Reciting scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus Old-ass rappers complaining what the business is 'Bout the state of hip, sounding like some bitches Hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick, it's ridiculous The new school, nigga What you need to do is become a resident under conditions Get your ass up off your ass, and get your ass up on a mission Become some competition, like Federer and Nadal Young Money, nigga, we ball, like Kobe or Chris Paul Forgiving a wack cracker, still sipping Cristal Waving the lifeline, since life's a bitch, y'all Raising up the skirts of Jezebels for no cash Like, "Bitch, gimme that ass" Or pulling up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Jag'" No, pulling up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Lam'" They study me, yeah, they cram, like I'm a final exam If I hit you in your back, you'll need a spinal exam I'm something like a rhino or ram: animal, beast Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast YM militia, you niggas better retreat Or be like this beat: R.I.P., deceased [Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] 'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'm kill 'em And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Yeah, already, you better call every pallbear-ier in y'all area The ball carrier gon' get popped If I'm coming around the block, the ensuing drive gets stopped He gon' drop like a flop On the court, I love sports, that's why I play my bitches 'Cause I got game; that's why you pay my bitches, yeah Same hustle, new money I'm just hip-hopping like two bunnies (Gangsta!) Who run it? Bitch nigga, moi That was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah Ha, no homo Rappers get ate like four on four They say I fucked so-and-so And I be like "So, so and so" Nikes on they neck, they like, "Let me breathe" "I'm sorry, but I can't—this is how we feed" (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) This is why we hot, this is how we freeze Too fast to follow, this is why we lead And the money in our pockets isn't why we G's, see This is how we shoot, and this is how we leave (Gangsta!) You know we tote steel, this is how we is You can get the steel if you try these thieves Now, pass me the Swisher, let me climb these trees And them haters say we couldn't; this is why we be's The shit like pudding Putting it down, like gravity's pulling Putting it down, like gravity's pulling Putting it down, like gravity's pulling me To the ground (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) [Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] Young Young, Young Dedication 3 Young Y'all ready?! Young Mula, crazy—