Tekster: Dj Drama & Lil Wayne. Dedication 3: Gangsta Grillz. Get Bizzy.

(feat. Gudda Gudda)

[Lil Wayne:]
Ugh
Young, young, young, young, young, young, young
Young moola, baby
Young moola, baby
Young, young moola, baby
Y'ready?
Weezy F bitch, I'm tired of ya'll hatin'
I know ya' head hurtin, you Tylenol takin' Motherfucka's I'm the man, just ask ya' old lady, like a true gentleman, I'm after yo lady
I'm a massacre waitin to happen fuck all this rappin boy
I'll get the cap and leave you with holes like a napkin man
He gon' need a napkin, no a band aid, no a damn grave
I am Rampage Jackson on a rampage step in my cage
Picture on my page, print it in a best book
Come up out my left pocket with' a left hook
Mama said knock ya' out, money made me block ya' out
I got the game on lock, and I'll lock ya' out
My jewelry singin like a opera house
I bought that drop top phantom of the opera out
Yuh, Get silly not stupid man
Never save a hoe, she better ask Soulja Boy to superman
You can bet when I say Polo down from head to feet
Polo horses on my sheets, I get dat from Pimp C
Tall cup of DJ Screw, sittin on a pint of Big Moe
Sharper than a tac hoe, u can keep the tic toe
Yea, red scarf on my neck, red diamonds lookin like red barf on my neck ugh
Tell my beasts, nigga soo woo, cause I be with more B's than Juju
Big bro, I'm a big dog, and I don' mean fleas when I say I'm ticked off
Nigga I don' ever scratch, and if she throw dat pussy, big dog fetch
Paper soldiers on sum sketched-ass shit
I'm a draw that pistol make yo chest a tablet
You're just a tad bit and I'm a whole lot
Young Money motherfucka, but the money so not

[Gudda Gudda:]
Sick with' it, hard body like Iron Mike
The flow is C4, I drop bombs like dynamite
You niggas is sweet, yeah sweet like Mike'n Ikes
Bob Barker with the band'o white, cause my price is right
Hit the club nigga, then I leave with' two dykes tonight
Let my niggas cut'em up, they gon' get a slice tonight
Nigga peep my wrist game, you can see the ice is right
Blind everybody in this motherfuckin spot tonight
Superman, blowin' on a Swisher full'a kryptonite
Got the wolves with' me here, I'm howlin' in this bitch tonight
Niggas say they hard body, but I can't tell
Nigga, you can get 'cho shit cracked like a carb shell
You want war with' the boys, so be it
We in all red like the fuckin So-viet
Army, Russia bitch nigga if he talkin' crazy,
Hit'em in his left leg, have'em walkin' crazy