[Drama in the background] This... could be something big!
[Ludacris verse 1] Don't change the station, I've been impatiently waiting, Pacin', welcome to the danger zone. It's a war goin' on outside And my people gotta paint they faces on. And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do Is work and flip a dolla'. Ain't got no trophies But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles. Not an alcoholic but alcohol it, Can ease the pain. Drinkin' all my problems away But still prayin' in Jesus' name. Tryna' turn our voices up, And the government tones us down. Now the gats is goin' up, And the hood is goin' down. So the hood is comin' fo' ya' In the streets is hungry goons! Comin' to a neighborhood near you, Today or someday soon. Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front, And watch yo' side to side. Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt; The streets gon' ride tonight. And I'm just gon' ride it out, 'Til my expiration date. 'Cause I go hard and the paint (?), They softer than paper plates. Make way for the revolution, And yes you should be scurred. 'Cause one way or another... My people will be heard.
[Willie the Kid verse 2] Show you what the soldiers see: Embassy, diplomacy, Since seen (?) infantry, Shootin' at the cobra fleet. Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas, This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half. Body bags, fishy like herring, When I'm airin', tear a chair in half. Watchin' Half Baked, At the cabin by the lake. See the blue and white plates, See the wood on the panel. I may be channel oat, Chilly O, flannel coat. Warfare? Never fair, Therefore, I need finer things: Like grenades, tanks, a couple fighter planes. I'm decorated in medals, Stripes like a zebra. And by the way, you rappin' niggas,
I don't like you neitha'. I mean, "either," proper gramma', Pop a camera -- man on that rap, DVD propaganda. Yeah, Willie Da Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans, Nigga strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.
[Busta Rhymes verse 3] (During Kid's last verse) In these times, The economy got niggas thinkin' The worst to make paper. 'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' niggas Enough for they slave labor. That's when ya' get a nigga thinkin' about Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya'. It's when a nigga throw a ski mask on, Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb shit to ya'. Rollin' the dices with a nigga that be strugglin', Tryna' make it through the crisis. It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit To print another new gas prices. All this fuckery we got goin' on, Indeed it needs to cease. How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'? Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket (Fuck that!) I gotta' keep eatin. Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me, We gotta get it even if we cheatin'! Breathin' hard, my mind is blown, Tryin' not to get evicted out my home. But tryna' live when you know a nigga broke Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone. But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?). I do it for my kids and mama (Who!). Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!), Change is right around the corna'. You tryin' to keep our people sufferin', All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure, I promise somebody gonna' pay!
[DJ Drama outro] Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness! Pursuit, huh? See each and every day we all get closer To the real meanin'. Me, myself? I always follow my own path And now I come here to motivate! "To be heard" means to say something of value. So I make this my Life, My liberty, And everday, my pursuit. What about you? Drama, Luda', Willie, Busta, V12, AMG
This here goes out to my m.a.n gili gili hit wit that dumb shit weezy i got cha go to jail do life not five to ten me and sergio getting down thays my man fam my niggas dont give jean- claude vandamme about you we don't play around bring that k around,spray tha town,take tha ground,take tha ground that you walk on tap the phones that you talk on jam you up and take your arms off hit you twice with that sawed off and your nigga watch your head fall off hit em weezy Shout Out to everybody man But uh let uh let me just prepare them let me just let em know uhh just so u know that the future imma be on this rock shit U understand me This real rock shit Its gettin real crazy But uh imma keep rappin for y'all and shit to Cuz i know ya'll like that shit I know y'all like that shit I know y'all like that shit And uh just in case if y'all want to know What i was actually saying at the end of that performance on BET hip hop awards cuz i know they probably cut a lot of that out I had said uh Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, lets go Oh oh oh Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to fuck wit them aliens Im just tryin to mate like a fucking Australian Dreams of fucking Mrs. Sarah Palin And don't McCain look like his heart about to fail em But scratch that shit, young money we the greatest Add another check to my checkin and savins And afour fs to the weezy f baby Nah im weezy fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin baby Dedication 3 we out this hoe Actually we in yo hoe Wayne Talkin.....
I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08)
(DJ Drama) Hahaha u thought it was over, let me give u some D4, Bitch I Feel Me! Yea!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!! I got the game mad, and i ain't talking about homie in LA neither I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do wit it I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin u spend it Hey i do it way bigger than u did it I'm sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me I get real ignorant Cruel really cruel When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly Who really pourin with us? Home boy you trippin u gunna fall and bust your ass I can rap fast but i like slow better....why? Cuz bitch imma flow better fl-y fl-y fly With no feathers And if you want know bad u gunna know better yea I'm talkin young money army weezy aka i got enough money on me Yea and y'all niggers phony I got some bullets wit yall pictures on them Haha y'all really don't want me And i blast off on beat She make u leave and u just do you and she just do me I told ya
[Hook] 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!)
[Chorus] 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
[Hook 2] Cuz Im bouta kill um Im bouta kill um Cuz ima bouta kill um Im bouta kill um So f**k it ima kill um So f**k it ima kill um So f**k it ima kill um So f**k it ima kill um (ya)
{Chorus] And Ima Keep F**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz 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
[Mack Mane Verse] 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 f**k these niggaz tellin? me Im young Lucifer Take um all to hell wit, Ya Drop um off in a fire storm YM riot squad get our riot on If he testify like common see the fire bomb If you know whats best muthaf**ka 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 ridey ride pipa on
[Willie The Kid Verse] 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, nay-sayers, mascara wearas And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz No blood no foul, ya my heart cold as moscow We NAPA killin like a hot towel All my hoes hostile Not me, never tell me not now Rap niggaz forty cal to ya brow Roof remover We leave your brain with more air Manouvre, 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
[Chorus] And Ima Keep f**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz 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
[Hook 2] 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
[Gudda Gudda Verse] They say powder makes you hyper Reefer makes you calm Cigarettes give u cancer Well wounds make you dull While I sip the purple harlot Thick as my sudden drawl Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no draws 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 Federo Nadal Young money nigga we ball Like kobe or chris paul For giving a whack cracker Still sippin cristal 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, yeah They 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 militia you niggaz better retreat Or be like this beat R.I.P. deceased
[Hook 2] 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
[Lil Wayne Verse] 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 b*tches cuz I got game That?s why you pay my b*tches (Yaay) Same hustle no mannie Im just hip hop they like two bunnies Who run it, b*tch nigga moi That was French, nigga not A kiss, nigga nah No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4 They say I f**k 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 this is 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 Gs, see 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 steel 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
