"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

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)

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! See Lil Wayne Live
Get tickets as low as $108

(Gangsta Gri-Zillz) Ha ha haha
Let me catch my breath okay
Pussy-ass pussy-ass ho
Pussy-ass (Get 'em) pussy

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!

Copyright: KEEP IT PIMPIN PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, D. Smith, Dwayne Carter, Jamal Jones