[Intro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]

And this is just a mixtape

Damn, haha

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

D3!

And this is just a mixtape

Damn

This what y'all was waiting for?

DJ Drama!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]

And I'ma keep fucking this world

'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah (Ill!)

Don't worry if me got a gun

You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)

And all these niggas is killers

And all these killers with me, yeah

But you should be more afraid of the killer in me (Ohh!)

'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) (Gangsta!)

So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah!)

And I'ma keep fucking this world

'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah

Don't worry if I got a gun

You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)

And all these niggas is killers

And all these killers with me, yah (Gangsta!)

But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]

Young veteran, soon to be OG

Plus, I spit like a crackhead with no teeth

I hear you little niggas barking, 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 telling 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 starving out here, getting they diet on

While I'm eating, nigga, gripping on my Styrofoam

One-man game, nigga, I'ma die alone

For now, I'm with your girl, getting my Rowdy Roddy Piper on

[Verse 2: Willie the Kid]

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, getting 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 Gri-zillz!)

Seduce her; yeah, you rappers should be tired of lying

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 address y'all

Or like a stylist, nobody's fly as this

You crazy? I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]

And I'ma keep fucking this world

'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)

Don't worry if me got a gun

You should have a gun for me, yah

And all these niggas is killers (Killers with you)

And all these killers with me, yeah (Gangsta!)

But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta!)

'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em

Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'ma kill 'em

And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em

I'ma kill 'em

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]

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 rushing to they head, they reacting off sound

As I stand on the mound, pitching for the crown

Uptown-bound, face painted like a clown

Reciting scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus

Old-ass rappers complaining what the business is

'Bout the state of hip, sounding 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

Forgiving a wack cracker, still sipping Cristal

Waving the lifeline, since life's a bitch, y'all

Raising up the skirts of Jezebels for no cash

Like, "Bitch, gimme that ass"

Or pulling up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Jag'"

No, pulling up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Lam'"

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 something like a rhino or ram: animal, beast

Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast

YM militia, you niggas better retreat

Or be like this beat: R.I.P., deceased

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]

'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em

Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'm kill 'em

And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em

I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Yeah, already, you better call every pallbear-ier in y'all area

The ball carrier gon' get popped

If I'm coming around the block, the ensuing 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-hopping 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 Gri-zillz!)

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 pudding

Putting it down, like gravity's pulling

Putting it down, like gravity's pulling

Putting it down, like gravity's pulling me

To the ground (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)

[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]

Young

Young, Young

Dedication 3

Young

Y'all ready?!

Young Mula, crazy—