Willie The Kid

[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

Ay, ay, ay
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh

I got the love for money
I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

Chillin' with two women, me and mister thanksgiving
I'll be some where fly, Thanksgiving goin' swimming
While you was wearing snorkels, I was out snorkeling
Of course I'm shit on these niggas like porcelain

It's more than love with this money I'm infatuated
Captivated by the diamonds and capsulated
Shooting range in the basement, Olympic size pool
With pool table adjacent, I love me some money

I stash money fast money
Comin' on bumpin' them onions
Bunking and crossing the country
So, so don't cross me you monkey

Sleeping on 50s and 20
Rollin' up onions and hundreds, pulling in porches
And phantoms, fancies be throwing their panties
Drama and cannon demand it
Gucci and Drama they panic
Ugh, they sick they vomit

Put some more commas in front of it
Drama got Gucci he stuntin'
Gucci and Drama we done it
We got so much money, 'bout our money
Some money mo' money, dummy

I got the love for money
I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

Uh, money gotta big house, money got a bad girl
Money make you famous, money rule the whole world
Money set trends, money is in the Benz
Money got associates acting like friends

Money, money he owe money money he blow
Money got sexy ladies dancing on da pole
Money got dem on a stroll, money platinum and gold
Money make 'em shake it like Beyonce Knowles

Only God knows the things I do for money
That's a young fly man
Check out them dimensions, 20s, 50s and 100s
Don't you make me look good when you see us out stuntin'?

Catch a whif, find out that's yo' bitch
Catch her pushin' your wheel, then the go and pushing clips
She got me going crazy I'm coo coo for boucoup bucks
Plus I can't lie, boo, it's only you I love

I got the love for money
I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I'm 'bout my instrument, I'm 'bout my doe
I'm on my hustle
(Man)
You already know.
I'm getting stacks, I'm hitting lick
I'm packing pounds and bagging bricks

You got them [unverified], I gotta laugh
You talking Oz but selling halves
Where your connect? How much you got?
That's all he holdin'? Man, I buy him out

I got the love for money
I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

A cocaina cowboy, got ounces in my house boy
Bricks stashed in the basement, case a drought I bring 'em out, boy
And I wipe you out, boy, without leaving my house, boy
Remember that before you open up yo' mouth, boy

Yo' woman give me nice jaw, say that you her boy toy
She just give me la choy, treat her like you like her
Breaking down ten bails of kush, I think I need a lighter
Pulled up in my spiker but rolled off in my spider

Thinking like a miser, I'm acting like a tiger
20 bails and show yo' nigga 850 an hour
Gucci Mane and Willie Kid, you silly bitch
The stupidest critics try to rate dis shit
Affiliate the animal, so icey the cannibal

I pistol whip yo' manager, scratch off in the challenger
Vacation in Canada, drop dis shit like dinosaur
40 bones wrapped up wit fruti, all 'em bitches gotta go
I stepped up my visuals, mo' diamonds than yo' jeweler hoe
Gucci Mane, so Icey got mo' diamonds than a jewelry store
Mo' diamonds than a jewelry store Gucci

You talking money niggas, you talking hoes nigga
You talking dope nigga, don't want no smoke nigga

I take advantage, make a body vanish
Then I vanish in the vanquish, my white boys
And Candace got choppas for the low, we moving snow avalanches
Never folding like a pamphlet or flaking like it's dandruff

Control like damage, catch me on the yacht
Sleeping good on a hammock but hood like a sugar sandwich
Put a bandage on my cuts, VVS man
I put a bullet in you and man, yeah, yes man

Willie the kid, I'm a decorated soldier
And I'm stacking bills like Oldsmo, Vaseline and foldgers
Kerosene and loads of brown paper bags
Cash Money like it's krogers, hood stock holders

Stashing never visit the banks much
I put you niggas in the paint like a paint brush
Me and Gucci roll like sushi, bubble like Jacuzzi
Closet full of coogi muthafucker

You talking money nigga, you talking hoes nigga
You talking dope nigga don't want no smoke nigga

Smoke and worth it fool, keep yo' cool
If you do hide yo' plate 'cause we gon' eat yo' food
I got some men I swear will come up out the cuts in groups
Ain't wearing jerseys but they came out to the courts to shoot

You don't want that smoke, boy, I got that choke smoke
Throat hitter shots, you don't believe me nigga watch
See that's how niggas die, trying to know who and why
[Unverified]

You the reason yo' whole crew got popped
Popped the rugger top drove half dis nigga head off
His brain sitting 'em like its in a drop
I'm riding hollow tips, 'em ain't spinning Daytons

Keep smoke around me like I'm Sammy Davis
Kush smoking got a nigga looking half Asian
Rolled it up on [unverified] and 20 due in 80
Seem like these niggas hate it since I'm affiliated
I throw 'em E's and 'em A's just to initiate it

[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

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