Lil' Wayne - Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz (2008)

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RELEASE DATE:	2008-04-01
DURATION:	70:55
# OF TRACKS:	22
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	221

TRACKS

Disc 1

Welcome Back

Lil' Wayne

0:57

Dedication 3

featuring Gudda Gudda,Mack Maine,Willie The Kid

Lil' Wayne

6:53

[Hook]
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
(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, D 3!)
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
(This what ya'll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!)

[Chorus]
And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo? me (ya)
Don?t worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)
But you should be more afraid of the killa in me

[Hook 2]
Cuz Im bouta kill um
Im bouta kill um
Cuz ima bouta kill um
Im bouta kill um
So f**k it ima kill um
So f**k it ima kill um
So f**k it ima kill um
So f**k it ima kill um (ya)

{Chorus]
And Ima Keep F**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo? me (ya)
Don?t worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)
But you should be afraid of me

[Mack Mane Verse]
Young veteran, soon to be OG
Plus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth
I hear you lil niggaz barkin?, want more beef
You like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece
And when it comes to money my shit is obese
Like della reece, I need celery
Mo? money wat the f**k these niggaz tellin? me
Im young Lucifer
Take um all to hell wit, Ya
Drop um off in a fire storm
YM riot squad get our riot on
If he testify like common see the fire bomb
If you know whats best muthaf**ka get yo quite on
These niggaz starving out here getting they diet on
While im eatin nigga grippin on my styrofoam
One man game nigga ima die alone
For now im wit ya girl getttin my ridey ride pipa on

[Willie The Kid Verse]
Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring
No bull I push pro v?s like Pantene
Blow like a trombone
Funny niggaz tambourine
Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine
Gators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearas
And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz
No blood no foul, ya my heart cold as moscow
We NAPA killin like a hot towel
All my hoes hostile
Not me, never tell me not now
Rap niggaz forty cal to ya brow
Roof remover
We leave your brain with more air
Manouvre, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair
Seduce her, ya
You rappers should be tired of lyin?
But I know its hard like a tire iron
But yet it complex like its Mayan science
Or Aztec math
Crazy as a mess tab
I feed niggaz like a mess hall
And yes y'all
Its Willie I address y'all
Or like a stylist
Nobodies fly is this
You crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist

[Chorus]
And Ima Keep f**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo? me (ya)
Don?t worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me
But you should be afraid of me

[Hook 2]
Cuz Ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ya ima kill um
Yes Ima kill um
And ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ima kill ummummu

[Gudda Gudda Verse]
They say powder makes you hyper
Reefer makes you calm
Cigarettes give u cancer
Well wounds make you dull
While I sip the purple harlot
Thick as my sudden drawl
Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws
They got bats up in the cave
Upside down blood rushin? to they head
They reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound
Pitchin for the crown
Uptown bound face painted like a clown
Reciting scriptures from the chapters
Proverbs leviticus
Old ass rappers complainin what the business is
Bout the state of hip
Soundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga dick
Its ridiculous the new school nigga
What you need to do is become a resident
Under the condition
Get yo ass up off your ass
And get your ass up on a mission
Become some competition
Like Federo Nadal
Young money nigga we ball
Like kobe or chris paul
For giving a whack cracker
Still sippin cristal
Wavin the lifeline
Since lifes a bitch y'all
Raisin up the skirts of jezzebels
For no cash like
"bitch give me that ass'
Or pulling up to the lot like
"give me that jag"
No pulling up to the lot like
"give me that lam"
They study me, yeah
They cram like im a final exam
If i hit you in your back
You'll need a spinal exam
Im something like a rhino or ram
Animal,beast
Irritating you pussies like chlamydia,yeast
YM militia you niggaz better retreat
Or be like this beat
R.I.P. deceased

[Hook 2]
Cuz Ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ya ima kill um
Yes Ima kill um
And ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ima kill ummummu

[Lil Wayne Verse]
Ya already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier gon get popped
If I?m comin ?round the block the in swing drive gets stopped
He gon drop like a flop
On the court I love sports
That?s why I play my b*tches cuz I got game
That?s why you pay my b*tches (Yaay)
Same hustle no mannie
Im just hip hop they like two bunnies
Who run it, b*tch nigga moi
That was French, nigga not
A kiss, nigga nah
No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4
They say I f**k so and so
And I be like so, so and so
Nike?s on they neck, they like let me breathe
Im sorry but I cant this is how we feed
This is why we hot
This is how we freeze
To fast to follow
This is why we lead
And the money in the pocket isn?t why we Gs, see
This is how we shoot and this is how we leave
Ya know we tote steal, this is how we ease
You can get the steel if you try these thieves now
Glass needa Swisha let me climb these trees
And im haters say we couldn?t this is why we bees
This shit like puddin?, puttin? it down like gravitys pullin?
Puttin? it down like gravitys pullin?
Puttin? it down like gravitys pullin? me to the ground

[Chorus]
And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo? me (ya)
Don?t worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)
But you should be more afraid of the killa in me

[Hook 2]
Cuz Im bouta kill um
Im bouta kill um
Cuz ima bouta kill um
Im bouta kill um
So f**k it ima kill um 
So f**k it ima kill um
So f**k it ima kill um
So f**k it ima kill um (ya)

{Chorus]
And Ima Keep F**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo? me (ya)
Don?t worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)
But you should be afraid of me

[Mack Mane Verse]
Young veteran, soon to be OG
Plus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth
I hear you lil niggaz barkin?, want more beef
You like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece
And when it comes to money my shit is obese
Like della reece, I need celery
Mo? money wat the f**k these niggaz tellin? me
Im young Lucifer
Take um all to hell wit, Ya
Drop um off in a fire storm 
YM riot squad get our riot on
If he testify like common see the fire bomb
If you know whats best muthaf**ka get yo quite on 
These niggaz starving out here getting they diet on
While im eatin nigga grippin on my styrofoam
One man game nigga ima die alone 
For now im wit ya girl getttin my ridey ride pipa on

[Willie The Kid Verse]
Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring
No bull I push pro v?s like Pantene
Blow like a trombone
Funny niggaz tambourine 
Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine 
Gators day, nay-sayers, mascara wearas
And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz
No blood no foul, ya my heart cold as moscow 
We NAPA killin like a hot towel 
All my hoes hostile 
Not me, never tell me not now
Rap niggaz forty cal to ya brow 
Roof remover
We leave your brain with more air
Manouvre, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair
Seduce her, ya
You rappers should be tired of lyin?  
But I know its hard like a tire iron
But yet it complex like its Mayan science
Or Aztec math
Crazy as a mess tab
I feed niggaz like a mess hall
And yes y'all
Its Willie I address y'all 
Or like a stylist
Nobodies fly is this
You crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist

[Chorus]
And Ima Keep f**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo? me (ya)
Don?t worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me
But you should be afraid of me

[Hook 2]
Cuz Ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ya ima kill um
Yes Ima kill um
And ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ima kill ummummu

[Gudda Gudda Verse]
They say powder makes you hyper
Reefer makes you calm
Cigarettes give u cancer
Well wounds make you dull
While I sip the purple harlot
Thick as my sudden drawl
Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws
They got bats up in the cave
Upside down blood rushin? to they head
They reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound 
Pitchin for the crown 
Uptown bound face painted like a clown
Reciting scriptures from the chapters
Proverbs leviticus 
Old ass rappers complainin what the business is 
Bout the state of hip
Soundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga dick
Its ridiculous the new school nigga
What you need to do is become a resident
Under the condition
Get yo ass up off your ass
And get your ass up on a mission
Become some competition
Like Federo Nadal
Young money nigga we ball
Like kobe or chris paul
For giving a whack cracker
Still sippin cristal
Wavin the lifeline
Since lifes a bitch y'all
Raisin up the skirts of jezzebels
For no cash like
"bitch give me that ass'
Or pulling up to the lot like
"give me that jag"
No pulling up to the lot like
"give me that lam"
They study me, yeah
They cram like im a final exam
If i hit you in your back
You'll need a spinal exam
Im something like a rhino or ram
Animal,beast
Irritating you pussies like chlamydia,yeast
YM militia you niggaz better retreat
Or be like this beat
R.I.P. deceased

[Hook 2]
Cuz Ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ya ima kill um
Yes Ima kill um
And ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ima kill ummummu

[Lil Wayne Verse]
Ya already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier gon get popped
If I?m comin ?round the block the in swing drive gets stopped
He gon drop like a flop
On the court I love sports
That?s why I play my b*tches cuz I got game
That?s why you pay my b*tches (Yaay)
Same hustle no mannie
Im just hip hop they like two bunnies
Who run it, b*tch nigga moi
That was French, nigga not
A kiss, nigga nah
No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4
They say I f**k so and so
And I be like so, so and so
Nike?s on they neck, they like let me breathe
Im sorry but I cant this is how we feed
This is why we hot
This is how we freeze
To fast to follow
This is why we lead
And the money in the pocket isn?t why we Gs, see
This is how we shoot and this is how we leave
Ya know we tote steal, this is how we ease
You can get the steel if you try these thieves now
Glass needa Swisha let me climb these trees
And im haters say we couldn?t this is why we bees
This shit like puddin?, puttin? it down like gravitys pullin?
Puttin? it down like gravitys pullin?
Puttin? it down like gravitys pullin? me to the ground

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What Else Is There To Do

Lil' Wayne

1:02

D*ck Pleaser

featuring Jae Millz

Lil' Wayne

4:00

You Love Me I Hate You

Lil' Wayne

1:41

Bang Bang

featuring Gudda Gudda,Jae Millz

Lil' Wayne

3:57

(LiL Wayne)
Shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off
Your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off
I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
I can kill yall and yall boss
Shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off
Your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off
I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
I can kill yall and yall boss
Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum
You fuckin with the drum major let me play you the anthem
Bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal
I say bang bang bitch i make you feel every letter
B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G.
We spray then leave
We play when we know
We play N.E.
V.E.R. C.P.R.
Doctor Carter are you the disease boy
Young money motherfucka deez theez boyz
Bitches you crazy
Weez retardz
Watch nina, mack and tommy have a brief minaj
Like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah
Soulja boy on the beat
But you can call me chef boyardee
Cause ima heat this shit
And ima eat this shit
Planet earth is my toilet your beneath this shit
Then i flush and whipe my ass
Gun slinger like a pass
I cock back and throw a bomb now hailmary
Your tailfairy fairy-tale very frail
And yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail

Let em sail up the river with that hoe shit
Or leave em face down in the fuckin ocean
I aint on no other shit bitch im on some more shit
That hello how you doing i am at your front door shit
That aww naw he got a gun oh shit ..shit...shit

(JAE MILLZS)
Okay its young money what you know bout it
The simuarto will rip open your body and tear the soul out it
And all that fronting shit nigga I don?t know bout it
Call me master J bitch im so bout it even my hoe bout it
And don?t doubt it cuz we both will be Angeline and Braden
Spazzin and blastin; blastin and rat- a- tattin
And naw I don?t cook em like potatoes I mash em
I don?t give a fuck bout your money or your fashion
Shots through the window where your brand new astin??
You get out tryin to run now you just wit them bullets crashin
Pine box niggas no crutches no cassin
No wheelchair just a two door long black wagon flowers on the side
And four wheels of steal.. I aint neva scared and I aint neva cared
So fuck what they doing over there.. im doin it here
You nothing like me fuck boy don?t be outlandish
We gorillas in the mist you just some kung fo pandas
Sweet like fantas my blood is the same as bruce bantis that record on the cameras
Motherfuck all the bullshit and antics and they sayin he aint got it
???to clear for wayne that?s a disadvantage
Being broke is a foreign language to me like Spanish musically I direct thrillers call me john Landis
Nigha
(laughing)

Fuck that nigha in red jacket nigha

Let em sail up the river with that hoe shit
Or leave em face down in the fuckin ocean
I aint on no other shit bitch im on some more shit
That hello how you doing i am at your front door shit
That aww naw he got a gun oh shit ..shit...shit

(JAE MILLZS)
Okay its young money what you know bout it
The simuarto will rip open your body and tear the soul out it
And all that fronting shit nigga I don?t know bout it 
Call me master J bitch im so bout it even my hoe bout it
And don?t doubt it cuz we both will be Angeline and Braden
Spazzin and blastin; blastin and rat- a- tattin 
And naw I don?t cook em like potatoes I mash em 
I don?t give a fuck bout your money or your fashion
Shots through the window where your brand new astin?? 
You get out tryin to run now you just wit them bullets crashin
Pine box niggas no crutches no cassin
No wheelchair just a two door long black wagon flowers on the side 
And four wheels of steal.. I aint neva scared  and I aint neva cared
So fuck what they doing over there.. im doin it here
You nothing like me fuck boy don?t be outlandish 
We gorillas in the mist you just some kung fo pandas
Sweet like fantas my blood is the same as bruce bantis that record on the cameras
Motherfuck all the bullshit and antics and they sayin he aint got it
???to clear for wayne that?s a disadvantage
Being broke is a foreign language to me like Spanish musically I direct thrillers call me john Landis
Nigha
(laughing)

Fuck that nigha in red jacket nigha

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The Other Side

featuring Gudda Gudda,Jae Millz,La The Darkman

Lil' Wayne

4:39

[La the Darkman]
Yeahhh...
L.A.D.
I'm all about that cheese, Swiss or Mozzarella
Muenster, Colby, American or cheddar
When it comes to robbery
Nobody do it better
Notorious L.A.D.
Fresh Coogi sweater
The cleanest
Lyrics is the meanest
Understand my English
Nigga, I'm a genius
Ice like a snow cone
Writin' in my iPhone
Went from sellin' crack
To sellin' ringtones
Straight out the projects
To million dollar homes
Inside the Carter
Cookin' 36 zones
36 O's and I break 'em all down
In and out of every trap
All through the A-town
The Embassy A.M.G.
Young Money merger
I'm a young champ like Ben Roethlisberger
S.S. Chevy with the big block engine
Rims and paint cost me a whole pension

[Jae Millz]
I don't need nothing but my niggas
And enough weed to go around
A tinted sedan some grams and a loaded pound
Fuck what another nigga think of me
I'm thinkin' multi-millions
He thinkin' G's
Nigga please
Get your mind right
Fuck tryna be fresh
Get your grind right
Cuz I'm like
So in another league
I throw my pitches
At different degrees
And I
Sparil my pigskins
At different speeds
And I hit threes
Cuz at different times
I release
My shot cold
Nigga, I'm hot
Don't be tight cuz you not
Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath
I'm the good, I'm the bad
I'm the Devil, I'm Jesus
It's Young Money bitch!
The game needs us
Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga?
Kid-Kid Chi, get it how you live nigga
My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership
And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick
Diamond rings, diamond chains
Royal suites, private planes
Palm trees, big change
I can't complain
I made a promise to myself
That I'll never be a have-not
Nigga fuck bein' broke
Shit
Before that day come
I'll A.K. stamp ya
When there's beef
I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler
Fuck what you heard
In the booth I goes off
Like the lights if you ain't payin'
It's the third
And you already two months late witcha bill
Clown nigga you's a lame
Bitch nigga

I'm Millz!
Young Moula

[Gudda Gudda]
If you didn't, now you know
It's the million dollar nigga
Wit' the million dollar flow
Icicle chain
Got a million dollar glow
Quarter mill' for the gang
If you tryna book a show
Templates on the Bentley
Ridin' through the 'jects
Got a pocket fulla money
Nigga, hand on my tec
I'm demandin' respect
I'm a man to respect
Disrespect your man
Put my hand 'round his neck
It's no other than
Gudda Gudda man
Still 'bout my money
Nigga, fuck another man
I'm on the paper chase
All about the hustle man
I be climbin' through your window
Like I'm fuckin' Broadman
Look I'm
Shady Aftermath
Put your head in a scope
A bank roll with the bucks
It's what these young niggas killin' for
The game dirty
On the streets tryna deal yayo
Fifty clips at his hat
Leave a peeled potato

[Lil' Wayne]
I call my Nina Bay like San Diego
Get me twisted
I'm a turn into a tornado
And all my riders ridin' like a Winnebago
You stay
But I'ma let that A.K. go
Rawer than Qualo
Shoot you like Halo
Give yo' ass a halo
These bitches walk around actin' like they J.Lo
Man, I remember when these bitches was just hey hoe
Hey hoe, how you doing?
Me?
I'm doing every fuckin' thang
Smokin' them dykes
I'm on that Mary fuckin' Jane
This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil' Wayne
And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil' Wayne
Haha
And bitch I'm greedy
But if I keep eatin' you rappers
I'll get sugar diabities
Sweetie
I'm a different species
I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces
What the fuck do I be thinkin'?
Kill, kill, murder
And Benjamin Franklin
Your girlfriend is into them gangstas
And me bein' a gangsta
I get into your girlfriend
I stay still when the world spins
And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman
You heard me?
You heard him?
Him bein' me
And we are better than
All y'all bitches, niggas, hoes
Enemies, foes
Threes, twos, ones
But these dudes won

[Jae Millz]
I don't need nothing but my niggas
And enough weed to go around
A tinted sedan some grams and a loaded pound
Fuck what another nigga think of me
I'm thinkin' multi-millions
He thinkin' G's
Nigga please
Get your mind right
Fuck tryna be fresh
Get your grind right
Cuz I'm like
So in another league
I throw my pitches
At different degrees
And I 
Sparil my pigskins
At different speeds
And I hit threes
Cuz at different times
I release
My shot cold
Nigga, I'm hot
Don't be tight cuz you not
Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath
I'm the good, I'm the bad
I'm the Devil, I'm Jesus
It's Young Money bitch!
The game needs us
Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga?
Kid-Kid Chi, get it how you live nigga
My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership
And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick
Diamond rings, diamond chains
Royal suites, private planes
Palm trees, big change
I can't complain
I made a promise to myself
That I'll never be a have-not
Nigga fuck bein' broke
Shit
Before that day come 
I'll A.K. stamp ya
When there's beef
I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler
Fuck what you heard
In the booth I goes off
Like the lights if you ain't payin'
It's the third
And you already two months late witcha bill
Clown nigga you's a lame
Bitch nigga

I'm Millz!
Young Moula

[Gudda Gudda]
If you didn't, now you know
It's the million dollar nigga
Wit' the million dollar flow
Icicle chain
Got a million dollar glow
Quarter mill' for the gang
If you tryna book a show
Templates on the Bentley
Ridin' through the 'jects
Got a pocket fulla money
Nigga, hand on my tec
I'm demandin' respect
I'm a man to respect
Disrespect your man
Put my hand 'round his neck
It's no other than
Gudda Gudda man
Still 'bout my money
Nigga, fuck another man
I'm on the paper chase
All about the hustle man
I be climbin' through your window
Like I'm fuckin' Broadman
Look I'm
Shady Aftermath
Put your head in a scope
A bank roll with the bucks
It's what these young niggas killin' for
The game dirty
On the streets tryna deal yayo
Fifty clips at his hat
Leave a peeled potato

[Lil' Wayne]
I call my Nina Bay like San Diego
Get me twisted 
I'm a turn into a tornado
And all my riders ridin' like a Winnebago
You stay 
But I'ma let that A.K. go
Rawer than Qualo
Shoot you like Halo
Give yo' ass a halo
These bitches walk around actin' like they J.Lo  
Man, I remember when these bitches was just hey hoe
Hey hoe, how you doing? 
Me?
I'm doing every fuckin' thang
Smokin' them dykes
I'm on that Mary fuckin' Jane
This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil' Wayne
And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil' Wayne
Haha
And bitch I'm greedy 
But if I keep eatin' you rappers
I'll get sugar diabities
Sweetie
I'm a different species
I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces 
What the fuck do I be thinkin'? 
Kill, kill, murder 
And Benjamin Franklin
Your girlfriend is into them gangstas
And me bein' a gangsta 
I get into your girlfriend
I stay still when the world spins
And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman
You heard me?
You heard him?
Him bein' me 
And we are better than
All y'all bitches, niggas, hoes 
Enemies, foes
Threes, twos, ones   
But these dudes won

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My Weezy

featuring Lil Twist,Shanell,Tyga

Lil' Wayne

4:32

[DJ Drama]
Young Money all stars on the way
Put the party in the bag now hand it over

[Lil' Wayne]
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
See I ain?t know you were gunna do this one.
Ight, now you motherfuckers happy huh?
That?s what y?all you been wantin? huh?
Okay, okay,
Go ahead Drama

[DJ Drama]
See I don?t wanna be the Mixtape King no more,
More like the Mixtape President,
Barack Odrama!
It was definitely time for change,
I mean the game been dry
So, I figured we going for re-election
So, me and Wayne gon? keep runnin?
So y'all niggas can fly

[Lil' Wayne]
This a Big E beat,
And I'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat
Yeah, hehe
You can get pork chopped,
Young Money bitch
Let the champagne cork pop,
I will bat your man,
Now go tell her short stop
Okay bitch, you do the wop
Well bitch, I do the guap
Okay man, you do the drop
Well man, I do the yacht
You pull up in parking lots
I pull up the dock like
Yeahhh
Macaroni greens and hamhocks,
I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock,
Rock
To my own tune,
Lil' Tune
My stomach hurtin'
My shit is dropping real soon
Kill whom and whoever for whatever
That barrel longer than a word with ten letters
Now you spell it
I say Young Money bitch forever,
And we better than all these mothafuckas up in this era
Know'm talkin' 'bout?
Yeah
I tell my niggas pick the target out,
And then I quickly pick the target off
Like volleyball, I'm a serve 'em,
And being fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a virgin
Dr. Carter, tell them bitches I'm a surgeon
Cleaner than some brand new detergent
Ya heard me?
And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie
Tell 'em get on (Birdman Jr.'s birdy)

[Shanell]
I love the skin that I'm in
Goose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M.
That Yack,
That Goose,
That 'Tron,
That gin
Got a couple girls crackin'
Let the party begin
I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on
If it ain't trickin' cuz you got it
What you trippin' on?
See, I'm a spoiled chick
You frontin' niggas hatin' me up with
But my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

[Lil' Twist]
Rockin' on the scene
And yeah, I hit my dougie
I D-Town boogy
Now the girls really love me
V.I.C. to Vic
Yeah, They both got silly
Lil' Twist, I get silly
I?m the king of the city

Young Money, Young Moula
Yeah, the kid in this thang
Grown men in this game
Can't compete with me mayne
Especially
When I pull up in that candy red
(54's on the dash sittin' next to Lil' Wayne)
I'm a beast
I'm a dog
Yeah, yeah I rap harder
Mic in my hand
I run like Marion Barber
You haters on the sidelines
And I be a starter
Going bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter
That's my little sister if you boys didn't know
(Wait)
That's Weezy's daughter
(So don't mess with her bro'!)
Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of cars
Signin' out
Young Money, D-town's all star

[Tyga]
It's Tyga
No lion
I'm eating
No diner
This species
Don't diet
Every milla fish Friday
Squad deep
Like the white guy from Verizon
Gator righteous
So it's only right you meet the fugitive
John McGiver
Teenager
School cyhphers
I was too nicer
Than them no license
You gets no high-fivin'
Nigga, roll the damn dices
Touch
My word play touch is from the color great
My kick game so unreal
They say them colors must be fake
Never been made
MTV, I make
Quake your very eyesight
My fame's no mistake
Since the deal
Steak dinner everyday
For the movie
My life is like a Compton play
You can see it
Nearly breathe it
From a couple feet away
But stay away
Cuz I don't
Get along
With them tag-along
Let me
Get on a song
Period gone
I'm off the hook like cordless phones
My identity so right
They think it's wrong
G.E.D. Young Money
Finish strong, so I'ma keep goin'
My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my face
Like my skin was leather made
Leatherman Louis
You ain't never seen
Like a nun booty
None before me
After
It's only boys
Tyga man
I do it for the hatin' homies

[DJ Drama]
Shout to Hollygrove
Shout to the A-town
304 wassup?
Shout to Harlem
Philly wassup?

[DJ Drama]
Young Money all stars on the way
Put the party in the bag now hand it over

[Lil' Wayne]
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
See I ain?t know you were gunna do this one.
Ight, now you motherfuckers happy huh?
That?s what y?all you been wantin? huh?
Okay, okay,
Go ahead Drama

[DJ Drama]
See I don?t wanna be the Mixtape King no more,
More like the Mixtape President,
Barack Odrama!
It was definitely time for change,
I mean the game been dry
So, I figured we going for re-election
So, me and Wayne gon? keep runnin?
So y'all niggas can fly

[Lil' Wayne]
This a Big E beat, 
And I'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat
Yeah, hehe	
You can get pork chopped, 
Young Money bitch 
Let the champagne cork pop,
I will bat your man,
Now go tell her short stop
Okay bitch, you do the wop 
Well bitch, I do the guap
Okay man, you do the drop
Well man, I do the yacht
You pull up in parking lots
I pull up the dock like
Yeahhh
Macaroni greens and hamhocks, 
I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock, 
Rock
To my own tune, 
Lil' Tune
My stomach hurtin'
My shit is dropping real soon
Kill whom and whoever for whatever
That barrel longer than a word with ten letters  
Now you spell it
I say Young Money bitch forever, 
And we better than all these mothafuckas up in this era
Know'm talkin' 'bout?
Yeah
I tell my niggas pick the target out, 
And then I quickly pick the target off
Like volleyball, I'm a serve 'em, 
And being fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a virgin
Dr. Carter, tell them bitches I'm a surgeon
Cleaner than some brand new detergent
Ya heard me?
And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie 
Tell 'em get on (Birdman Jr.'s birdy)

[Shanell]
I love the skin that I'm in
Goose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M.
That Yack,
That Goose,
That 'Tron,
That gin
Got a couple girls crackin'
Let the party begin
I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on
If it ain't trickin' cuz you got it
What you trippin' on?
See, I'm a spoiled chick
You frontin' niggas hatin' me up with
But my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

[Lil' Twist]
Rockin' on the scene
And yeah, I hit my dougie
I D-Town boogy
Now the girls really love me	
V.I.C. to Vic
Yeah, They both got silly
Lil' Twist, I get silly
I?m the king of the city

Young Money, Young Moula
Yeah, the kid in this thang
Grown men in this game
Can't compete with me mayne
Especially 
When I pull up in that candy red 
(54's on the dash sittin' next to Lil' Wayne)
I'm a beast
I'm a dog
Yeah, yeah I rap harder
Mic in my hand
I run like Marion Barber
You haters on the sidelines
And I be a starter
Going bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter
That's my little sister if you boys didn't know
(Wait)
That's Weezy's daughter
(So don't mess with her bro'!)
Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of cars
Signin' out
Young Money, D-town's all star

[Tyga]
It's Tyga
No lion
I'm eating
No diner
This species
Don't diet
Every milla fish Friday
Squad deep
Like the white guy from Verizon
Gator righteous
So it's only right you meet the fugitive
John McGiver
Teenager
School cyhphers
I was too nicer
Than them no license
You gets no high-fivin'
Nigga, roll the damn dices
Touch
My word play touch is from the color great
My kick game so unreal
They say them colors must be fake
Never been made
MTV, I make
Quake your very eyesight
My fame's no mistake
Since the deal
Steak dinner everyday
For the movie
My life is like a Compton play
You can see it
Nearly breathe it
From a couple feet away
But stay away
Cuz I don't
Get along
With them tag-along
Let me
Get on a song
Period gone
I'm off the hook like cordless phones
My identity so right
They think it's wrong
G.E.D. Young Money
Finish strong, so I'ma keep goin'
My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my face
Like my skin was leather made
Leatherman Louis
You ain't never seen
Like a nun booty
None before me
After
It's only boys
Tyga man
I do it for the hatin' homies

[DJ Drama]
Shout to Hollygrove
Shout to the A-town
304 wassup?
Shout to Harlem
Philly wassup?

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A Dedication

Lil' Wayne

0:50

10.

She's A Ryder

featuring Gudda Gudda

Lil' Wayne

4:58

She's a Ryda
For Me
I don't know
If you've been told
All I know
Is that you've been warned
About My Girl
She's a killa
She's bad
Oh God.
Oh My,

She's a Ryda
& she ridin for me.
She's a ryda.
Riding for me.

Yea she'll ride it like a lady in a wheel chair.
Louie V. Purse on her arm yea she got it still there.
She gonna hold me down if the Feds come and get me.
& Imma make her fuck the judge for a lighter sentence
Yea the Devil Wears Prada Bitch and she riden for me you don't want problems bitch
She about it bitch and she keep it real and she owns two twin pumps like a pair of heels.
No Nicloe Richie no Paris Hilton just my gangsta boy spinnin like a ferris wheel.
Takin money and she bringin it home for me.nigga
Yea she a rider and she rydin for me.

Chorus

Now I don't know

If you've been told.
But I know
Oh I know
That You've been warned about my girl
She's a killa
She's bad
Oh God
God Damn

She's a ryda
& she rydin for me.
She's a ryda
& she rydin for me.

Shawty hold da work fo me.
Shawty hold ma gun fo me.
Shawty take Daddy Dick
Shawty Never run from me.
Shawty know what I like.
But Shawty do it how I love it. (x2)
Shawty hold me down when all da bitches wasn't.
Shawty never argued bout bitch or nothin
Shawty know she numba one.
Fuck dem otha bitches numba.

She's a Ryda
& She Rydin with Me

11.

Still I Rise

featuring Nicki Minaj

Lil' Wayne

3:11

[Verse 1:]
Yea yea uh huh
She said FUCK FENDI, but I think she was playin
I heard she move dem thangs
I think she fuckin Wayne
She call herself Lewinsky, dat mean she give him brain
She trynna be like Lil Kim, her picture looks da same
Y she ain't signed with G-Unit, she from Queens rite?
And wats her nationality, she chinese rite?
I mean she OK, but she ain't ALL DAT
She ain't da next bitch, tell dat bitch FALL BACK!
See I'm a hata, I go hard... listen let's begin
U kno her last name Minaj, she a lesbian
And she ain't neva comin out, look at currency
But every time she do a interview you kno I run to see
She get me so sick it make me vomit
Dats why I spend my time online leaving comments
And u kno dat I got some more haters with me
Might hit up thisis50, MTV, hit up BET
Tell 'em pretty pretty please don't play Nicki

[Chorus: x2]
Still I rise
Still I fight
Still I mite crack a smile
Keep my eyes on da prize, see my haters tell 'em HI!
One day u'll remeber dis
One day wen we reminese
Nuthin I do ever is, good enuff 4 da music biz

For u, for u

[Verse 2:]
Bitches is like crabs in a bucket
U c a bad bitch gettin shine, u should luv it
Cause everytime a door opens 4 me dat means u
Jus gotta a betta opportunity 2 do u
Dey don't understand dese labels look at numbas is statistics
I lose, u lose, mines jus legastic
Ne way, real bitches listen wen I'm speakin
Cause if nicki win, den all of ya'll gettin meetns (chyea)
Ask LA Reid, ask Jay
Den hit up Universal, see wat Sylvia Rhone say
Ask Craig Common, u can ask chris
Ladi wen your done, just salute bad bitch
Onli underground bitch around dats duckin da paparatzi
In & outta town, be swirvin da mazeratzi
Stay around da white like a nazi
Pussy pa-pa-poppin on my car so da cops see... BITCHES!

[Chorus: x2]
Still I rise
Still I fight
Still I mite crack a smile
Keep my eyes on da prize, see my haters tell 'em HI!
One day u'll remeber dis
One day wen we reminese
Nuthin I do ever is, gud enuff 4 da music biz

[Chorus: x2]
Still I rise
Still I fight
Still I mite crack a smile
Keep my eyes on da prize, see my haters tell 'em HI!
One day u'll remeber dis
One day wen we reminese
Nuthin I do ever is, good enuff 4 da music biz

For u, for u

[Verse 2:]
Bitches is like crabs in a bucket
U c a bad bitch gettin shine, u should luv it
Cause everytime a door opens 4 me dat means u
Jus gotta a betta opportunity 2 do u
Dey don't understand dese labels look at numbas is statistics
I lose, u lose, mines jus legastic
Ne way, real bitches listen wen I'm speakin
Cause if nicki win, den all of ya'll gettin meetns (chyea)
Ask LA Reid, ask Jay
Den hit up Universal, see wat Sylvia Rhone say
Ask Craig Common, u can ask chris
Ladi wen your done, just salute bad bitch
Onli underground bitch around dats duckin da paparatzi
In & outta town, be swirvin da mazeratzi
Stay around da white like a nazi
Pussy pa-pa-poppin on  my car so da cops see... BITCHES!

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12.

Magic

featuring Gudda Gudda

Lil' Wayne

3:10

Lil Wayne

Magic, ahh ahh ow!
Rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh
Lemme spark up first...
Magic, ahh ahh ow!
Rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh
Lemme spark up first..
Let you know what the fuck is goin on
The dedication 3 .. count it 1 2 3

VERSE 1
Yeahh money makin weezy ,weezy makin money
I keep my dick in my pants but them hoes take it from me
I go to sleep on monday and i wake up sunday
I go to sleep with money and wake up with money
Man im all about 5 of em
My girl so thick you can see her ass from the side of her hehe
Yo girl just came in her booth somebody better get her a flammable suit i got that bitch jumpin like a kangaroo
Aint a thang to do is to bang the screw
I live in the clouds like the angels do
Hey traffic let my vanquish through
Hey ma this what i think of you ..
I wanna fuck yo head off and fuck you ankles loose ..
Then drank the juice ..
Im dangerouss
I got her clothes fallin off like the hanger loose
Mmm i be the monster in her closet
She wanna go to mars i tell her hop on top my rocket
5 4 3 2 1 take off
John travolta with that head i suck yo "faceoff"
Tell yo man take that cape off
I put his ass in the pocket like the 8 ball
Wait yall, i've never been tall

But if i stand on my money ill be with god
Like hallelujah baby its, its young mulah babyyyy

Young gudda

Hahaha yall niggas stupid
Alright look
Young gudda put the gun to yo head make ya pop like a bubble
When i pop off you in trouble
Gat to yo waist click clack niggas fuckin knee buckle
Look at these suckas
Talkin this bullshit they dont know gudda got a full clip
And i pull shit
Leave yo stupid ass wet like a pool bitch i dont bullshit noo
Leave a bitch nigga stinking like bullshit
Gudda aint the nigga you should fool with, no
These niggas know me nigga
Knife like Shinobi nigga...haha

Lil Wayne

Ha ha
Yo motha owe me nigga
Yo brotha paid me nigga
Yo sista laid me nigga
And i made your wife suck my weezy f. babies nigga
Im still crazy nigga
Fuckin right im wildin
Nigga i just made a hundred fucking million dollars
Nigga i aint even gotta rhyme,
Nigga i just made a hundred fuckin million dollars

Lil Wayne

Magic, ahh ahh ow!
Rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh
Lemme spark up first... 
Magic, ahh ahh ow!
Rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh
Lemme spark up first..
Let you know what the fuck is goin on
The dedication 3 .. count it 1 2 3

VERSE 1
Yeahh money makin weezy ,weezy makin money 
I keep my dick in my pants but them hoes take it from me
I go to sleep on monday and i wake up sunday 
I go to sleep with money and wake up with money
Man im all about 5 of em
My girl so thick you can see her ass from the side of her hehe
Yo girl just came in her booth somebody better get her a flammable suit i got that bitch jumpin like a kangaroo 
Aint a thang to do is to bang the screw 
I live in the clouds like the angels do 
Hey traffic let my vanquish through 
Hey ma this what i think of you .. 
I wanna fuck yo head off and fuck you ankles loose .. 
Then drank the juice .. 
Im dangerouss
I got her clothes fallin off like the hanger loose
Mmm i be the monster in her closet 
She wanna go to mars i tell her hop on top my rocket
5 4 3 2 1 take off 
John travolta with that head i suck yo "faceoff"
Tell yo man take that cape off
I put his ass in the pocket like the 8 ball 
Wait yall, i've never been tall

But if i stand on my money ill be with god
Like hallelujah baby its, its young mulah babyyyy

Young gudda

Hahaha yall niggas stupid 	
Alright look
Young gudda put the gun to yo head make ya pop like a bubble
When i pop off you in trouble	
Gat to yo waist click clack niggas fuckin knee buckle	
Look at these suckas 
Talkin this bullshit they dont know gudda got a full clip 
And i pull shit 
Leave yo stupid ass wet like a pool bitch i dont bullshit noo
Leave a bitch nigga stinking like bullshit 
Gudda aint the nigga you should fool with, no 
These niggas know me nigga 
Knife like Shinobi nigga...haha

Lil Wayne

Ha ha 
Yo motha owe me nigga 
Yo brotha paid me nigga 
Yo sista laid me nigga 
And i made your wife suck my weezy f. babies nigga
Im still crazy nigga 
Fuckin right im wildin
Nigga i just made a hundred fucking million dollars 
Nigga i aint even gotta rhyme, 
Nigga i just made a hundred fuckin million dollars

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13.

Do's And Don'ts Of Young Money

Lil' Wayne

2:01

The Do's and Don'ts of
Young Money Cash Money
Rule f**king number 1
Don't f**king do one f**king
song on a motherf**king album
get one motherf**king check
and go f**king crazy
and then get dropped from
the motherf**king label
and now you got your
motherf**king fans like
What happenend to you
When you comin out
Ahh ahhh
I'm coming out I'm comin out
Are you coming out with Wayne
Nah I got my own record label
Man what the f**k
What the f**k
Don't you do that thats a no-no
That's a young money cash
money no-no
Rule-Don't go there
I don't care if a nigga gave it
to you in navigation
don't Go there
Understand
Rule number 2
Don't f**k with nobody's girl
And rule number 3
Nobody has a girl
HOLLA bitcch
Ummm
Rule number 4 is to respect rule
number 5
And rule number 5 is Bitch
You try anybody round here
We gon kill ya
Ya understand
We're not gon' fight ya
We're not gon' have Reverend Al
Sharpton sit us down and talk
nothing bout nothing nothing
Lord bless the Dead Pimp C gone
He ain't gon' sit us down and
schedule no talks
bitch we gon' kill ya
one dot com nigga
log on bitch
Yeah
Yeah don't
I hate don't check-don't you
ask to check nothing of mine
If I'm comin into your
place of business
and you scheduled for me
to be there
Bitch I don't have to be there
I have a very nice home
Ya understand
And I I Boy Look here
Just don't be tryna check me dude
I ain't tryna steal or hurt
anybody in none of them places
I'm rich as a motherf**ker and
thats the last thing i want
A confrontation or a problem
I am trying-I am-Son
Don't check me
Dedication 3 bitch
Bitch

14.

Whoever You Like

featuring Gudda Gudda,Jae Millz

Lil' Wayne

4:38

I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
I said gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
Yea gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
(Jae Millz)
Baby we are so live you aint gotta check for a pulse
Its young money
But you can call us multiple choice
See you can choose me
Choose mack or gudda gudd, streets, drizzy, drake, tyga tyga
Or all the above
But no fallin in love
We just fuck until we fall out and we fall asleep
You wanna uptown hustla you can call on me
Im jae millz for my money I make moves
Like a R8 on the open street
I know youre nasty I can see it in your eyes
I can tell how you move its written all in your vibe
So fuck ya man cuz what he livin is a lie
He commercial its only 10 seats on them planes that we fly
Plus im fly
And no exaggeration but im so high fuck a plane
Ill get you to your destination
Holla at ya mizzan its young money
Life is good fuck the forecast cuz everyday is sunny
(Lil Wayne)
"well not actually cause I make it rain"
Whatever you like
Yea you can pick the weather you like
Ok
Jae millz, gudda gudda, taz po, t-streets, mack main, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

Umm..
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who I go with I say whoever wanna go

And we can go wherever you like
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who im fuckin I say whoever wanna know
And I can fuck whoever I like
(Gudda Gudda)
Got my 2 fingers out the roof see me reppin out
The levi's is skinny so im walkin wit the weapon out
2 bitches on my arm get my don won on
Watch the ho's go crazy when the boys song on
Multicolored stones on, we gettin money, yeah
I get my styrofoam on, my cup muddy
Yeah I walk down on ya bitch, then I run away wit her
Let her do what she like, then I have my way wit her
I aint tryna play wit her, I aint tryna stay wit her
Im just tryna dick her down nigga you can lay wit her
So give me myspace light dot com
Im funk master flex with the flow I drop bombs
Young gudda money bags, thats what they callin me
Shittin on you boys like im sittin on the toilet seat
Why M.O.B. we on that soprano shit
Everyday we blowing cash we be on that hammer shit
(Lil Wayne)
Like you cant touch this
Like you cant touch us with a pipe
But we can touch whoever we like
You could even do little.chucky, little twist, KY, bobby V, little scrap
Didnt say me, cuz I got a wife
So sorry not tonight

Ohh, but you can do
Gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

Yeah Im steppin out with my niggas tonight
And you could do whoever you like
You could do whoever you like

(toward end of verse)
You see i hope your math is right
Take you body as a sacrifice
You see them flashing lights
Welcome to afterlife

I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
Yea gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
(Jae Millz)
Baby we are so live you aint gotta check for a pulse
Its young money 
But you can call us multiple choice
See you can choose me 
Choose mack or gudda gudd, streets, drizzy, drake, tyga tyga
Or all the above
But no fallin in love
We just fuck until we fall out and we fall asleep
You wanna uptown hustla you can call on me
Im jae millz for my money I make moves 
Like a R8 on the open street
I know youre nasty I can see it in your eyes
I can tell how you move its written all in your vibe
So fuck ya man cuz what he livin is a lie
He commercial its only 10 seats on them planes that we fly
Plus im fly
And no exaggeration but im so high fuck a plane
Ill get you to your destination
Holla at ya mizzan its young  money
Life is good fuck the forecast cuz everyday is sunny
(Lil Wayne)
"well not actually cause I make it rain"
Whatever you like 
Yea you can pick the weather you like
Ok
Jae millz, gudda gudda, taz po, t-streets, mack main, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

Umm..
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who I go with I say whoever wanna go

And we can go wherever you like
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who im fuckin I say whoever wanna know
And I can fuck whoever I like
(Gudda Gudda)
Got my 2 fingers out the roof see me reppin out
The levi's is skinny so im walkin wit the weapon out 
2 bitches on my arm get my don won on
Watch the ho's go crazy when the boys song on
Multicolored stones on, we gettin money, yeah
I get my styrofoam on, my cup muddy
Yeah I walk down on ya bitch, then I run away wit her
Let her do what she like, then I have my way wit her
I aint tryna play wit her, I aint tryna stay wit her
Im just tryna dick her down nigga you can lay wit her
So give me myspace light dot com
Im funk master flex with the flow I drop bombs
Young gudda money bags, thats what they callin me
Shittin on you boys like im sittin on the toilet seat
Why M.O.B. we on that soprano shit
Everyday we blowing cash we be on that hammer shit
(Lil Wayne)
Like you cant touch this
Like you cant touch us with a pipe
But we can touch whoever we like
You could even do little.chucky, little twist, KY, bobby V, little scrap
Didnt say me, cuz I got a wife
So sorry not tonight

Ohh, but you can do
Gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

Yeah Im steppin out with my niggas tonight
And you could do whoever you like
You could do whoever you like

(toward end of verse)
You see i hope your math is right
Take you body as a sacrifice
You see them flashing lights
Welcome to afterlife

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15.

That Was Easy

Lil' Wayne

0:18

16.

Get Bizzy

featuring Gudda Gudda

Lil' Wayne

3:12

(DJ Drama)
See you niggas killin' me man
Did you think i don't hear you talkin'?
Like "why wayne and dram' workin'?
Didn't wayne dis dram'?
Didn't dram' dis wayne?" (Gangsta grillz you bastards!)
See ya'll niggas just wait til i turn around then talk about me
Fool-ass niggas
But i'll do this for ya'll
Ya'll ain't learned that? HAHAHAHA

(lil wayne)
Uhh Young young young young young young yooouuunnng young mula baby
Young mula baby young young mulah baby you ready?
Weezy f bitch, im tired of yall hatin
I know ya head hurtin' you tylenol takin mafuckers im the man
Just ask your ol' lady, like a true gentleman im after yo lady
Im a massacre waitin' to happen fuck all this rappin boy
I get to cappin and leave you with holes like a napkin man

He gon need napkin no a band aid no a damn grave
I am rampage jackson on a rampage step in my cage
Picture on my page printed in a best book
Come up out my left pocket with a left hook
Mamma said knock ya out, money made me block ya out
I got the game on lock and i lock ya out
My jewelery singin' like a oprah house, i bought that drop top phantom of the oprah yea, get silly not stupid man
Never save a hoe she better ask soulja boy to superman
You can bet when i sleep im poloed down head to feet, polo horses on my sheets, i get that from pimp c
Tall cup of dj screw, sittin on a pint of big moe
Sharper than a tack hoe, you can keep the tick toe
Yea, red scarf on my neck, red diamonds lookin like red barf on my neck
EHH
Tell my bass, nigga sue woo cause i be with more B's than ju ju
Big Boss im a big dog, and i dont mean fleas when i say im ticked off
HAHAHA
Nigga i dont eva scratch, and if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch type of soldier on some sketch that shit imma draw that pistol make your chest a tablet you are just a tad bit and imma whole lot young money motherfucka but the money so not

17.

I Got That Gangsta

featuring La The Darkman,Willie The Kid

Lil' Wayne

3:11

This here goes out to my m.a.n gili gili hit wit that dumb shit weezy i got cha go to jail do life not five to ten me and sergio getting down thays my man fam my niggas dont give jean- claude vandamme about you we don't play around bring that k around,spray tha town,take tha ground,take tha ground that you walk on tap the phones that you talk on jam you up and take your arms off hit you twice with that sawed off and your nigga watch your head fall off hit em weezy
Shout Out to everybody man
But uh let uh let me just prepare them let me just let em know uhh just so u know that the future imma be on this rock shit
U understand me
This real rock shit
Its gettin real crazy
But uh imma keep rappin for y'all and shit to
Cuz i know ya'll like that shit
I know y'all like that shit
I know y'all like that shit
And uh just in case if y'all want to know
What i was actually saying at the end of that performance on BET hip hop awards cuz i know they probably cut a lot of that out
I had said uh
Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, lets go
Oh oh oh
Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to fuck wit them aliens
Im just tryin to mate like a fucking Australian
Dreams of fucking Mrs. Sarah Palin
And don't McCain look like his heart about to fail em
But scratch that shit, young money we the greatest
Add another check to my checkin and savins
And afour fs to the weezy f baby
Nah im weezy fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin baby
Dedication 3 we out this hoe
Actually we in yo hoe
Wayne Talkin.....

I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08)

(DJ Drama) Hahaha u thought it was over, let me give u some D4,
Bitch I Feel Me!
Yea!!!!!
AHHHHHH!!!!!
I got the game mad, and i ain't talking about homie in LA neither
I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do wit it
I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin u spend it
Hey i do it way bigger than u did it
I'm sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me
I get real ignorant
Cruel really cruel
When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly
Who really pourin with us?
Home boy you trippin u gunna fall and bust your ass
I can rap fast but i like slow better....why?
Cuz bitch imma flow better fl-y fl-y fly
With no feathers
And if you want know bad u gunna know better yea
I'm talkin young money army weezy aka i got enough money on me
Yea and y'all niggers phony
I got some bullets wit yall pictures on them
Haha y'all really don't want me
And i blast off on beat
She make u leave and u just do you and she just do me
I told ya

I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08)

(DJ Drama) Hahaha u thought it was over, let me give u some D4, 
Bitch I Feel Me! 
Yea!!!!! 
AHHHHHH!!!!! 
I got the game mad, and i ain't talking about homie in LA neither 
I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do wit it 
I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin u spend it 
Hey i do it way bigger than u did it 
I'm sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me 
I get real ignorant 
Cruel really cruel 
When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly 
Who really pourin with us? 
Home boy you trippin u gunna fall and bust your ass 
I can rap fast but i like slow better....why? 
Cuz bitch imma flow better fl-y fl-y fly 
With no feathers 
And if you want know bad u gunna know better yea 
I'm talkin young money army weezy aka i got enough money on me 
Yea and y'all niggers phony 
I got some bullets wit yall pictures on them 
Haha y'all really don't want me 
And i blast off on beat 
She make u leave and u just do you and she just do me 
I told ya

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18.

A Message To The Djs

Lil' Wayne

1:02

19.

Stuntin

featuring Drake

Lil' Wayne

4:07

[DJ Drama]
(Dramatic Nigga)

[Drake]
Uh, well alright, here I go

I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he smoke
But i don't need my vocal chords all i hit is C notes
N.E.R.D flow i spaz if I'm prevoke
I'm bout to change the fucking game, pass the remote.
Money is everything, and it's every other thing
I'm part of the choir and its the motto that my brother sing
Cash is the right now, women are post game
MoneyOverBitches dot com check the domain
It's coming too soon, album on the way
People ask me if i pray, i say yeah once in a blue moon
Oops, i mean a red moon, i did it again to 'em
Let me leave the station for your blood affiliation
I say heavy metaphors, flow so overweight
I could rap around these other youngin's like a cobra snake
Frostbite drizzy nigga, nobody is cold as drake
Keep yo ass inline, don't be tryin' to roller skate
Fuck all the discrete shit, i get on some peep shit
I am 21, tell me who do i compete with
I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin hood love
And i aint even talkin street shit
Young angel, young lie and im done tryin
I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' cause im buyin'
It's on me, everything is on me
And my girl is still down like shes fucking John B
And when i go dumb, i tend to do dumb shit
I just listen back and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet
This for all the strippers cause i know they gonna bump it
Tell her back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it
Ain't no pistols here, yo money will disappear
My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year
Tax, brackets and back and forth faxes
My money come in full circle, get up on my axis
Maybe I'mma kill 'em only cause i promised
They think I'm bein' cocky but I'm only being honest
I'm swallowin' the goose, got a model getting loose
And i never party less, i got some bottles and a booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this
I'm just havin' patience cause i want it to make sense
White cup, orange pop, Tennessee state shit
Drop a 4 in it and appreciate the greatness

[DJ Drama]
(Gangtsa, gangsta, gangsta.
I just want y'all to remember,
This is the first mixtape you bump,
While you have a black president.)

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah.
Come on, pass the dro.

I am such a beast, and you can ask them hoes.
And they might even say you should leave me alone.
Their only scared.
Cause it gets like me.
Stunting is a habit, I get it from my daddy.
Just like Shaggy, I told that Boombastic.
Im a rude bastard.
I dont give a fuck about y'all.
I aint talking marbles, you can pluck my balls.
And yes I am falling, but up I fall.
And if your bitch in heat, she can fuck my dog.
I went from penny pinchin' to private planes.
Never sat on any benches, I got in games.
Starter Carter, ball harder.
Ten girls, pent house suite, y'all order
Whatever y'all please.
Wine, crackers, and cheese.
They take off their clothes and put on my tees.
The supplement Im taking got me feeling mighty
My gun and money dont split, call that shit Siamese.
Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze.
Your girl bless me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze.
Cheap ass apartment, just the kitchen I need.
And eighteen Gs is why the chicken crossed the street.
What you know about it? My nigga so about it.
If we kill everybody, they can go to court about it.
Weezy. I ignore the liars.
Baby, I ignite the fire.
I am Michael, Michael Myers; leave your body in the dryer.
Got the shotty on the side of me.
My bad boys follow me.
Im a bad boy, obviously.
Pop one at your ivy league.
I dont have a rivalry.
If so, you have a cosulty.
Oops, I meant a casualty.
Oops, I meant catasrophe.
Oops, I meant actually, you niggas is just ass to me,
And big, wet, pussy is more like what Im rathering.
Welcome to the gathering.
Welcome to the burying.
Or I hang you on the wall like an art gallery.
You got short salary.
And I got long money.
I got cash money.
I got young money.
Bitch.

[DJ Drama]
(See, I told y'all it was going to be worth the wait, right?)

[Lil Wayne]
Dedication three. Chris fuck wit me.

[DJ Drama]
(Dramatic Nigga)

[Drake]
Uh, well alright, here I go

I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he smoke
But i don't need my vocal chords all i hit is C notes
N.E.R.D flow i spaz if I'm prevoke
I'm bout to change the fucking game, pass the remote.
Money is everything, and it's every other thing
I'm part of the choir and its the motto that my brother sing
Cash is the right now, women are post game
MoneyOverBitches dot com check the domain
It's coming too soon, album on the way
People ask me if i pray, i say yeah once in a blue moon
Oops, i mean a red moon, i did it again to 'em
Let me leave the station for your blood affiliation
I say heavy metaphors, flow so overweight
I could rap around these other youngin's like a cobra snake
Frostbite drizzy nigga, nobody is cold as drake
Keep yo ass inline, don't be tryin' to roller skate
Fuck all the discrete shit, i get on some peep shit
I am 21, tell me who do i compete with
I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin hood love
And i aint even talkin street shit
Young angel, young lie and im done tryin
I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' cause im buyin'
It's on me, everything is on me
And my girl is still down like shes fucking John B
And when i go dumb, i tend to do dumb shit
I just listen back and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet
This for all the strippers cause i know they gonna bump it
Tell her back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it
Ain't no pistols here, yo money will disappear
My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year
Tax, brackets and back and forth faxes
My money come in full circle, get up on my axis
Maybe I'mma kill 'em only cause i promised
They think I'm bein' cocky but I'm only being honest
I'm swallowin' the goose, got a model getting loose
And i never party less, i got some bottles and a booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this
I'm just havin' patience cause i want it to make sense
White cup, orange pop, Tennessee state shit
Drop a 4 in it and appreciate the greatness

[DJ Drama]
(Gangtsa, gangsta, gangsta.
I just want y'all to remember,
This is the first mixtape you bump,
While you have a black president.)

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah.
Come on, pass the dro.

I am such a beast, and you can ask them hoes.
And they might even say you should leave me alone.
Their only scared.
Cause it gets like me.
Stunting is a habit, I get it from my daddy.
Just like Shaggy, I told that Boombastic.
Im a rude bastard.
I dont give a fuck about y'all.
I aint talking marbles, you can pluck my balls.
And yes I am falling, but up I fall.
And if your bitch in heat, she can fuck my dog.
I went from penny pinchin' to private planes.
Never sat on any benches, I got in games.
Starter Carter, ball harder.
Ten girls, pent house suite, y'all order
Whatever y'all please.
Wine, crackers, and cheese.
They take off their clothes and put on my tees.
The supplement Im taking got me feeling mighty
My gun and money dont split, call that shit Siamese.
Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze.
Your girl bless me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze.
Cheap ass apartment, just the kitchen I need.
And eighteen Gs is why the chicken crossed the street.
What you know about it? My nigga so about it.
If we kill everybody, they can go to court about it.
Weezy. I ignore the liars.
Baby, I ignite the fire.
I am Michael, Michael Myers; leave your body in the dryer.
Got the shotty on the side of me.
My bad boys follow me.
Im a bad boy, obviously.
Pop one at your ivy league.
I dont have a rivalry.
If so, you have a cosulty.
Oops, I meant a casualty.
Oops, I meant catasrophe.
Oops, I meant actually, you niggas is just ass to me,
And big, wet, pussy is more like what Im rathering.
Welcome to the gathering.
Welcome to the burying.
Or I hang you on the wall like an art gallery.
You got short salary.
And I got long money.
I got cash money.
I got young money.
Bitch.

[DJ Drama]
(See, I told y'all it was going to be worth the wait, right?)

[Lil Wayne]
Dedication three. Chris fuck wit me.

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20.

Dedicated

Lil' Wayne

1:28

Shout out the blue flag,
Shout out the red flag,
Shout out the black flag,
Fuck the white flag.
I ain't talkin bout no gang bangin I just meant that surrender flag cause I don't know if niggas really reppin' white flags and shit. So I mean the surrender flag so I don't get in no trouble. No nigga be shootin at me I don't know what the hell happened. Nigga, a group of white flag niggas come in, "Nigga we the white flag niggas." Like I'm sorry my nigga, damn.

Shout out Drama, thanks again for lettin me do this shit. Dedication 3, can't wait till Dedication 4. And uh, this one right here man this one was for my fans this was for young money this was for ya'll of course. But this was for young money for ya'll to understand what I'm tryna do and ya'll to get a lil wiff of what I've got cookin over here and see what niggas is tryna do. Plus I wanna make it clear that every artist you hear on Young Money is most likely to be doing their own thing somewhere else so what I would love for you to do is to get, don't just listen to them over here actually get into them and see what they're doing everywhere, cause if they're good over here most likely they're great there. I mean so, pay attention to 'em, they're makin moves. They're makin moves. And if you wanna be down with us, it's easy. It's easy. Give a nigga some head or somethin. Haha. No homo, not to the niggas though I ain't lookin for no more rappers. I don't even wanna try, I'm straight. I'm lookin for straight, beautiful women. Naw I'm lyin.