Kant Nobody (Feat. Dmx)
Lil Wayne
3:01(Gangsta) And this is just a mixtape Well, it's a little more than that Damn (it's more like a message) More like a change for the better And this is just a mixtape It's more of a dedication Damn (Gangsta) D3 And this is just a mixtape This what y'all was waitin' for? Damn DJ Drama (Gangsta Grillz) And I'ma keep fuckin' this world 'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yeah (ill) Don't worry if me got a gun You should have a gun for me, yeah (Gangsta Grillz) And all these niggas is killers And all these killers with me, yeah But you should be more afraid of the killer in me (oh) 'Cause I'm about to kill 'em (I'm about to kill 'em) 'Cause I'm about to kill 'em (I'm about to kill 'em) So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em) So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah) (Gangsta) And I'ma keep fuckin' this world 'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yeah Don't worry if I got a gun You should have a gun for me, yeah (Gangsta Grillz) And all these niggas is killers And all these killers with me, yeah (Gangsta) But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta Grillz) Young veteran, soon to be OG Plus, I spit like a crackhead with no teeth I hear you little niggas barkin', want more beef You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace And when it comes to money, my shit is obese Like Della Reese, I need celery More money, what the fuck these niggas tellin' me? I'm Young Lucifer, take 'em all to Hell with me, yeah Drop 'em off in a firestorm YM riot squad, get our riot on If he testify like Common, see the firebomb If you know what's best, motherfucker, get your quiet on These niggas starvin' out here, gettin' they diet on While I'm eatin', nigga, grippin' on my Styrofoam One-man game, nigga, I'ma die alone For now, I'm with your girl, gettin' my Rowdy Roddy Piper on Willie the Kid, pull guns like a hamstring No bull, I push Pro-V's like Pantene Blow like a trombone, funny niggas, tambourine Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine gators They naysayers, mascara wearers And my niggas on paper, gettin' paper like ballplayers No blood, no foul, yeah, my heart cold as Moscow We nap your kin like a hot towel (Gangsta) All my hoes hostile, not me, never tell me, "Not now" Rap niggas, forty-cal' to your brow (ugh, ugh) Roof-remover, we leave your brain with more air Maneuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair (Gangsta Grillz) Seduce her, yeah, you rappers should be tired of lyin' But I know it's hard like a tire iron But yet, it's complex, like it's Mayan science or Aztec math I'm crazy as a Mesc' tab, I feed niggas like a mess hall And yes, y'all, it's Willie, how I dress y'all Or like a stylist, nobody's fly as this You crazy? I'm gettin' brain like a psychiatrist And I'ma keep fuckin' this world 'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yeah (Gangsta) Don't worry if I got a gun You should have a gun for me, yeah And all these niggas is killers (killers with you) And all these killers with me (Gangsta) But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta) 'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, 'cause I'ma kill 'em And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em I'ma kill 'em They say powder makes you hyper, reefer makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dull While I sip the purple harlot, thick as my Southern drawl Put me on the ocean floor with a mermaid with no drawers They got bats up in the cave, upside-down Blood rushin' to they head, they reactin' off sound As I stand on the mound, pitchin' for the crown Uptown-bound, face painted like a clown Recitin' scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus Old-ass rappers complainin' what the business is 'Bout the state of hip, soundin' like some bitches Hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick, it's ridiculous The new school, nigga What you need to do is become a resident under conditions Get your ass up off your ass, and get your ass up on a mission Become some competition, like Federer and Nadal Young Money, nigga, we ball, like Kobe or Chris Paul Forgivin' a wack cracker, still sippin' Cristal Wavin' the lifeline, since life's a bitch, y'all Raisin' up the skirts of Jezebels for no cash Like, "Bitch, gimme that ass" Or pullin' up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Jag'" No, pullin' up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Lamb'" They study me, yeah, they cram, like I'm a final exam If I hit you in your back, you'll need a spinal exam I'm somethin' like a rhino or ram, animal, beast Irritatin' you pussies like chlamydia, yeast YM militia, you niggas better retreat Or be like this beat, R.I.P., deceased I'ma kill 'em Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, huh, I'ma kill 'em Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yeah, I'ma kill 'em I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Grillz) Yeah, already, you better call every pallbearer in y'all area The ball carrier gon' get popped If I'm comin' around the block, the ensuin' drive gets stopped He gon' drop like a flop On the court, I love sports, that's why I play my bitches 'Cause I got game, that's why you pay my bitches, yeah Same hustle, new money I'm just hip-hoppin' like two bunnies (Gangsta) Who run it? Bitch nigga, moi That was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah Ha, no homo Rappers get ate like four on four They say I fucked so-and-so And I be like, "So, so and so" Nikes on they neck, they like, "Let me breathe" "I'm sorry, but I can't, this is how we feed" (Gangsta Grillz) This is why we hot, this is how we freeze Too fast to follow, this is why we lead And the money in our pockets isn't why we G's, see This is how we shoot, and this is how we leave (Gangsta) You know we tote steel, this is how we is You can get the steel if you try these thieves Now, pass me the Swisher, let me climb these trees And them haters say we couldn't, this is why we be's The shit like puddin' Puttin' it down, like gravity's pullin' Puttin' it down, like gravity's pullin' Puttin' it down, like gravity's pullin' me To the ground (Gangsta Grillz) Young Young, Young Dedication 3 Young Young Mula, crazy (Gangsta Grillz)