Lil Wayne — 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: 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!