DJ Drama - Dedication 2 lyrics

[Lil Wayne] {whispers} Dedication 2... [DJ Drama] Alright I think you ready this time Y'all know what I come here for Call me the iPod King Call me Mr. Thanksgiving Call me whatever the f** you want [Nancy Sinatra] Bang bang, I shot you down Bang bang, you hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang... I used to shoot you down [Lil Wayne] Hah, Dedication 2, that's right, you already... Wake up motherf**ers it's Weezy, you got a problem? Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin' Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin AK on the backseat, baby it's so-{*record rewinds*} Wake up motherf**ers it's Weezy, you got a problem? Heads 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 p**y to Wayne, I'm so obliged just Live and direct from inside of ya b**h body And, hi there ho what do ya know I'm ridin' In the same streets my pops died in, I got 'em and I get that money tell my momma I'm grindin' And I'll be coming home with our future in my pocket Shoot you if you block it, leave a n***a 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 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 motherf**er all over your room shutters Yeah, they knew better I'm two letters I'm like M.J. and 2-3 and O.G., yeah I'm low-key Cause n***as and b**hes is police I roll leaf, patching up the game's slow leak I'm Weezy baby! Lemme catch my breath... {breathing} Ok... p**y-a**.. p**y-a**.. p**y-a**.. p**y.. p**y-a** n***as, fake fraud-a** n***as Tryna save the past, SIM card-a** n***as Them broads laugh at ya, them n***as won't k** ya And them n***as that's with ya, could die right with ya I'll be shootin everything up in my eyesight mister I say I might miss ya, but lil' FeFe gon' hit ya And lil' Currensy'll split ya, Mack Maine'll straight flip ya Let Taz Po ship ya, then we'll all forget ya 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 God damn 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 n***a Juelz, I been here since twelve Ten shells, let 'em save themselves f** them n***as and they pals, pal, pow!