Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dedication 3, artist - Gudda Gudda. Album song Gudda Grindin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2012
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
Dedication 3 |
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!) |
And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas 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 |
Cuz Im bouta kill um |
Im bouta kill um |
Cuz ima bouta kill um |
Im bouta kill um |
So fuck it ima kill um |
So fuck it ima kill um |
So fuck it ima kill um |
So fuck it ima kill um (ya) |
And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz 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 |
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 piece |
And when it comes to money my shit is obese |
Like della reece, I need celery |
Mo' money wat the fuck 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 bomb |
If you know whats best muthafucka get yo quite on |
These niggaz starving out here getting they 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 pull guns like a hamstring |
No bull 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 wearas |
And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz |
No blood no foul, ya my heart cold is moscow |
We NAPA kill like a hot towel |
All my hoes hostile |
Not me, never tell me not now |
Rap niggaz forty cal tell ya brow |
Roof remover |
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 mess tab |
I feed niggaz like a mess hall |
And yes y’all |
Its Willie I address y’all |
Or like a stylist |
Nobodies fly is this |
You crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist |
And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz 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 |
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 |
They say powder makes you hyper |
Reefer makes you calm |
Cigarettes give you cancer |
Well make you dawg |
While I sip the purple harlot |
Thick as my sudden drawl |
Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no drawers |
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 bound face painted like a clown |
Reciting scriptures from the chapters |
Proverbs leviticus |
Old ass rappers complainin what the business is |
Bout the state of hip |
Soundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga, dick |
Its ridiculous the new school nigga |
What you need to do is become a resident |
Under the condition |
Get yo ass up off your ass |
And get your ass up on a mission |
Become some competition |
Like better run the dog |
Young money nigga we ball |
Like kobe or chris paul |
For giving a whack cracker |
Still sippin crystal |
Wavin the lifeline |
Since lifes a bitch y’all |
Raisin up the skirts of jezzebels |
For no cash like |
«bitch give me that ass' |
Or pulling up to the lot like |
«give me that jag» |
No pulling up to the lot like |
«give me that lam» |
They study me? |
Cram like im a final exam |
If I hit you in your back |
You’ll need a spinal exam |
Im something like a rhino or ram |
Animal, beast |
Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast |
YM mulisha you niggaz better retreat |
Or be like this beat |
R.I.P. |
deceased |
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 |
Ya already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier 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 bitches cuz I got game |
That’s why you pay my bitches (Yaay) |
Same hustle no money |
Im just hip hop they like two bunnies |
Who run it, bitch nigga muaaw |
That was French, nigga not |
A kiss, nigga nah |
No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4 |
They say I fucked so and so |
And I be like so, so and so |
Nike’s on they neck, they like let me breathe |
Im sorry but I cant piss how we feed |
This is why we hot |
This is how we freeze |
To fast to follow |
This is why we lead |
And the money in the pocket isn’t why we Jeezy |
This is how we shoot and this is how we leave |
Ya know we tote steal, this is how we ease |
You can get the steal if you try these thieves now |
Glass 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 |