Lil Wayne — The Other Side

[Intro: La the Darkman, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] Dedication 3! Aww Yeah This what y'all asked for! L-A-D! [Verse 1: La the Darkman, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] I'm all about that cheese, swiss or mozzarella Muenster, Colby, American, or cheddar When it come to robbery, nobody do it better Notorious L.A.D., fresh Coogi sweater (Gangsta Gri-Zillz! Yeah) The cleanest, lyrics is the meanest Understand my English, nigga, I'm a genius Ice like a snow cone, writing in my iPhone Went from selling crack to selling ringtones Straight out the projects to million-dollar homes Inside The Carter, cooking 36 zones Thirty-six O's, and I break 'em all down In and out of every trap, all through the A-Town (Ill!) The Embassy, AMG, Young Money merger I'm a young champ Like Ben Roethlisberger (AMG!) S.S. Chevy with the big block engine Rims and paint cost me a whole pension, pow! (Gangsta!) [Verse 2: Jae Millz, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] 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 thinking multimillions, he thinkin' Gs (Oh!) Nigga, please—get your mind right Fuck tryna be fresh—get your grind right 'Cause I'm like, so in another league I throw my pitches at different degrees And I spiral my pigskins at different speeds And I hit threes, 'cause at different times, I release My shot cold, nigga, I'm hot, don't be tight 'cause you not Just be happy I'm letting you breathe 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? Kidd Kidd and Sean, 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'd never be a have-not Nigga, fuck being broke, shit Before that day come, I'll A-K stamp you 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 pay and it's the third And you already two months late with your bill Clown nigga, you's a lame, bitch nigga, I'm Millz, Young Mula (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Ugh, if you didn't, now you know It's the million-dollar nigga with the million-dollar flow Icicle chain got a million-dollar glow Quarter-mil' for the gang if you tryn' book a show Temp plates on the Bentley, ridin' through the 'jects Got a pocket full of money, nigga, hand on my Tec I'm demanding 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 climbing through your window like I'm fucking Bruh Man Look, I'm Shady-Aftermath, put your head in the scope A bankroll of bucks is what these young niggas killing for The game dirty on the streets, tryna deal yayo Fifty clips at his hat, leave a peeled potato [Verse 4: Lil Wayne & DJ drops] I call my nina "bay," like San Diego Get me twisted, and I'ma turn into a tornado And all my riders riding like a Winnebago You stay, but I'ma let that A-K go Rawer than a 'qualone Shoot you like "Halo," give your ass a halo These bitches walk around acting like they J-Lo But man, I remember when these bitches was just "Hey, ho" (Gangsta!) "Hey ho, how you doing?" Me, I'm doing every fucking thing Smokin' them dykes, I'm on that Mary-fucking-Jane (Gangsta!) This shit so "Tom and Jerry" to Lil Wayne And you MCs 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-diabetes Sweetie, I'm a different species I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces What the fuck do I be thinking? "Kill, kill, murder, and Benjamin Franklin" Your girlfriend is into them gangstas And me—being a gangsta, I get into your girlfriend (Gangsta!) I stay still when the world spins And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman You heard me? You heard him? "Him" being me And we are better than all y'all bitches, niggas, hoes Enemies, foes, threes, twos, ones But these dudes won [Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ drops] Dramatic! Won Dramatic, nigga! The South, for real Haha! But not "one," 'cause, "Dedication 3," technically Shout-out to the Dunk Ryders Special, I fold that red flag Right pocket, all the time Yeah, Young Mula, baby Gangsta Gri-Zillz!