Dedication 2

[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama & Nancy Sinatra sample]

"Dedication 2"

Bang, bang, I shot you down

Alright, I think y’all ready this time

Bang, bang, you hit the ground

Bang, bang, that awful sound

Y’all know what I come here for!

Bang, bang, I used to shoot you down

Call me the iPod King

Haha

Call me Mr. Thanksgiving

“Dedication 2,” that’s right

Call me whatever the fuck you want

You already—

[False Start: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ tags]

Wake up, motherfuckers: it's Weezy—you got a problem

Hats to them Katrina victims—we still mobbin' (Rest In Peace!)

Shiny, black coupe, at night, look like a goblin (Gangsta!)

AK on the backseat, baby, it's so— (Oh! Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ tags]

Wake up, motherfuckers: it's Weezy—you got a problem

Hats to them Katrina victims—we still mobbin'

Shiny, black coupe, at night, look like a goblin

AK on the backseat, baby, it's so vivrant

Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, can't dodge it

You not gettin' wet in the rain is not logic

She won't give that pussy to Wayne, I'm so obliged, just

Live and direct from inside of your bitch body, and (Gangsta!)

Hi there, ho, what do you know? I'm ridin'

In the same streets my pops died in; I got 'em, and

I get that money, tell my mama I'm grindin'

And I'll be coming home with our future in my pocket

Shoot you if you block it, leave a nigga awkward

Murder the adults, and let the kids get adopted

Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power

Gettin' out twenty American pies an hour

Goddamn! Excuse me, ma'am, but I'm the man

And you better put my money in my hand, stop playin'

Got ends, no friends, just brothers, one color

And I spread the motherfucker all over your room shutters

Yeah, they knew better, I'm two letters

I'm like MJ at two-three, an OG

Yeah, I'm low-key 'cause niggas and bitches is police

I roll leaf, patching up the game's slow leak, I'm Weezy Baby!

[Break: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ tags]

(Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) Hahahaha

Let me catch my breath

Okay—

Pussy-ass—

Pussy-ass ho—

Pussy-ass— (Get 'em!)

Pussy—

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ tags]

Pussy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas

Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas (Ill!)

Them broads laugh at you, them niggas won't kill ya

And them niggas that's with you could die right with ya (Gangsta! Oh!)

I'll be shootin everything up in my eyesight mister

I say, "I might miss you, but lil' FeFe gon' hit you

And lil' Currensy'll split you, Mack Maine'll straight flip you

Let Taz Po ship you, then we all forget you"

I'm sittin' in the kitchen, like, "How can we all get richer?"

Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture

Then, I tell lil' Josh, "Roll up the perfect Swisher"

Goddamn the hurricane—to the weed man: We miss ya

I'm the best—just listen

I ain't what the game been missin'—that's my nigga Juelz

I been here since twelve

Ten shells, let 'em save themselves

Fuck them niggas and they pals—pow, pow!