weezy f bitch, i'm tired of ya'll hating
i know your head hurtin, you tylenol taking
mufuckas i'm the man, just ask ya old lady.
like a true gentleman, i'm after yo lady.
i'm a massacre waiting to happen fuck all this rappin boy,
i get to cappin, leave you with holes like a napkin man
you gon need a napkin, no a band-aid, no a damn grave
I am rampage jackson on a rampage step in my cage.
Picture on my page, printed in a best book
come up out my left pocket with a left hook
Mami said knock ya out, money made me block ya out.
I done got the game on lock, and i lock ya out.
My jewelery sangin like an operahouse
I bought that drop-top phantom of the opera out.
Ya, get silly, that's stupid man.
Never save a ho, she betta ask soulja boy to superman.
You can bet, when i sleep
I'm polo'd out, head to feet
polo horses on my sheets, i get that from pimp c
Tall cup of DJ Screw, sippin on a pint of big moe
Sharper than a tack ho, you can keep tha tic toe.
Yeah, red scarf on my neck
red diamonds lookin like red barf on my neck uhhh.
To my b's, nigga suwoo. Cuz i be wit more b's than juju.
Big bro! i'm a big dog.
and i don't mean fleas when i say i'm ticked off.
haha, nigga i don't neva scratch.
and if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch.
paper souljas on some sketch that shit,
imma draw that pistol and make yo chest a tablet
you are just a tad bit, and imma whole lot
young money motherfucka but the money so not.
sick wit it, hard body like iron mike
the flow is C4 i drop bombz like dynamite.
you niggas is sweet, yeah sweet like mike and ikes
bob barker with tha vanna white cuz my price is right
hit tha club nigga then i leave with two dykes tonight
let my niggaz cut em up, they gon get a slice tonight.
nigga peep my wrist game, you can see the ice is right.
blind everybody in this mothafuckin spot tonight.
superman blowin on a swisha full of kryptonite
got the wolves wit me, hear em hollan' in this bitch tonight
nigga say they hard body but i can't tell
nigga you can get yo shit cracked like a crab shell.
you want war with the boy, so be it
we in all red like the fuckin soviet-
army. rush a bitch nigga if he talking crazy
hit em in his left leg have him walking crazy.
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|3||A Message To The DJs|
|8||Dedication 4????' E|
|9||Do's & Don'ts Of Young Money|
|10||I Got That Gangsta|
|12||Put On For The Game|
|13||She's A Ryder|
|14||Still I Rise|
|16||That Was Easy|
|17||The Other Side|
|19||What Else Is There To Do|
|20||Whoever You Like|
|21||You Love Me, You Hate Me|
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|Lil Wayne - Dedication 3 Album Lyrics|
|3.||A Message To The DJs|
|8.||Dedication 4????' E|
|9.||Do's & Don'ts Of Young Money|
|10.||I Got That Gangsta|
|12.||Put On For The Game|
|13.||She's A Ryder|
|14.||Still I Rise|
|16.||That Was Easy|
|17.||The Other Side|
|19.||What Else Is There To Do|
|20.||Whoever You Like|
|21.||You Love Me, You Hate Me|
|6||Living Legend Interlude|
|5||Waka Flocka Flame|
|8||Bliss N Eso|
|9||2 Live Crew|