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2009-07-22

Dedication 3

[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 f**kin' this word til ya muthaf**kas 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 peace And when it comes to money my shit is obese Like delareece, 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 Why young squad get a riot on If he testify like common see the fire up on me If you know whats best muthaf**ka get yo quite on These niggaz starving out hit getting there 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 ride a ride pipa on [Willie The Kid Verse] Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring No bra I push pro v’s like Pantene Blow like a trombone Funny niggaz tambourine Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine Gators day, they say its mascara wear’as And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz No blood no foul, ya my heart cold is my scal We NAPA kill like a hot towel All my hoes hostile Not me, never tell me not now Rap niggaz forty cal tell ya bra Move for mova We leave your brain with more air Maneuver, 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 must have I feed niggaz like a mess’ar And yes shir, Its Willie high dress’ar Or like a stylist Nobodies cry 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 Reafer makes you call’ Cigabutts give u castable Booze make you dawg While I sip the purple harlot Think its my sudden draw 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 ball face painted like a clown Signs pictures from the chapters Praverbs look levitachis Old a*s rappers complainin what the business is Bouta state a hip Soundin like some bitches have yo a*s up off a rich nigga, d**k Its ridiculous the new school nigga What you need to do is......... [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 carria 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 money Im just hip hop feelin’ two bunnies Hoe run it, b*tch nigga muaaw That was French, nigga not A kiss, nigga na No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4 They say I f**ked so and so And I be like so, so and so Nike’s on they neck, they like look me brave Im sorry but I cant pisses how we feed This is why we hot This is how we fees To fast to follow This is why we lead And the money in the pocket isn’t why we Jeezy This is how we shootin and this is how we leave No return steal, this is how we easyin’ You can get the steal if you try these things now Gla*s 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