[Hook]
Spit yo game, talk yo sh**, grab yo gat
Call yo click
Spit yo game, talk yo sh**, grab yo gat
Call yo click
Squeez yo clip hit the right one pa** the weed
Gotta lite one
Squeez yo clip hit the right one pa** the weed
Gotta lite one
Dedication 2! Drama!
[Verse 1]
What ya Mami told ya bout f**in round wit' them soldiers?
Told ya I'd be back, I'm comin', I got that Tommy Lasorda
That's blood all over ya sofas
Blood all over ya posters
Blood all over ya shoulders
Blood all over the strollers
Do that sh**, I done that sh**
Its Weezy baby
He's a baby
But that n***a run that sh**
Make that money come back quick
Take that money from that b**h
She know what it be - M.O.B
Pistol right there in my reach
You know what it be, him or me
b**hes know when that limo leave
2 words: Room key
Where? Penthouse suite
Wear, not-a-damn-thing
I'm here, bada-bambing
My hand bling
My wrist bling
My neck bling
My ear bling
Super bowl ring, b**h
Cash Money/Young Money
Superbowl team, b**h
Money, money, money, money:
I'm true to those things b**h
You with those p**y hoes
I shoot at those queens, b**h
This is New Orleans, b**h
Murder dope fiend sh**
[Hook]
Spit yo game, talk yo sh**, grab yo gat
Call yo click
Spit yo game, talk yo sh**, grab yo gat
Call yo click
Squeez yo clip hit the right one pa** the weed
Gotta lite one
Squeez yo clip hit the right one pa** the weed
Gotta lite one
Dedication 2! Drama!
[Verse 2]
What ya Papi told ya bout f**in round with them soldiers?
I told ya, I'm comin back, I got that Tommy Mottola
That's blood all over ya Rover
Blood all over ya chauffeur
Blood all over ya loafers
If I get any closer
That's blood all over my toaster
Blood all over my holster
I'm in them S. Dots
Thats blood all over my Hovas, f**
I'm hustlin' with a motive
My n***as need me
And a Tiger in my pocket
Say "Feed me" -
Its greedy
See them n***as
Jack them n***as
k** them n***as
Whack them n***as
Ask them b**hes
Ask them n***as
Weezy baby, thats the n***a
Catch me
Mashin in a V
Matchin seats
Matchin feet
Sheesh
That b**h too
Sweet for the
Streets
Got that key for the leaf
That feast the beef
No need to speak
Let it be
What it be
n***as want peace -
I make 'em leave here, piece by piece
f** me? f** you
What it is, what it do?
I been ready since '81 and I was born in '82
Hollygrove where I'm from
But we call that b**h The Zoo
I ain't never trust a b**h
Since she ate that forbidden fruit
s**a free, s**a proof
50 shots, cut 'em loose
Quarterback Weezy baby, shotgun, run and shoot
Comin through
Young'n do what young'n do - ball, baby
At home fornicatin
Homie by the phone waitin
Goddamn
I am
A man
Tha man
Tha mu-
Tha-f**-
In-
Pre-sident
b**h
[Hook]
Spit yo game, talk yo sh**, grab yo gat
Call yo click
Spit yo game, talk yo sh**, grab yo gat
Call yo click
Squeez yo clip hit the right one pa** the weed
Gotta lite one
Squeez yo clip hit the right one pa** the weed
Gotta lite one
Dedication 2! Drama!