Dedication 2

Dedication 2 (Bang bang)

Alright I think you ready this time(I shot you down bang bang)

You hit the ground bang bang

Y'all know what I come here for (that awful sound Bang bang)

Call me the iPod King (I used to shoot you down)

Call me Mr. Thanksgiving (Dedication 2)

Call me whatever the **** you want(that's right, you already)

Wake up ************* 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

Wake up ************* 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 ***** to Wayne, I'm so obliged just

Live and direct from inside of ya ***** 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 ***** 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 ************ 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 *****s and ******* is police

I roll leaf, patching up the game's slow leak

I'm Weezy baby!

Lemme catch my breath

Ok...

*****-ass.. *****-ass.. *****-ass.. *****

*****-ass *****s, fake fraud-ass *****s

Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass *****s

Them broads laugh at ya, them *****s won't kill ya

And them *****s 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 **** man, we miss ya

I'm the best just listen, I ain't what the game been missin'

That's my ***** Juelz, I been here since twelve

Ten shells, let 'em save themselves

**** them *****s and they pals, pal, pow!