[Intro: DJ Drama]

See you niggas killin' me man

Did you think I don't hear you talkin'?

Like "Why Wayne and Dram' workin'?

Didn't wayne dis Dram'?

Didn't dram' dis wayne?" (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!)

See ya'll niggas just wait til I turn around then talk about me

Fool-ass niggas

But I'll do this for ya'll

Ya'll ain't learned that? HAHAHAHA

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Weezy F. bitch, I'm tired of y'all hatin'

I know ya head hurtin', you Tylenol-takin' mothafuckers

I'm the man, just ask your old lady

Like a true gentleman, I'm after your lady

I'm a massacre waitin' to happen, fuck all this rappin', boy

I get to cappin', leave you with holes like a napkin, man

He gon need napkin, no a band-aid, no a damn grave

I am Rampage Jackson on a rampage, step in my cage

Picture on my page, printed in the 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 lock ya out

My jewelery singin' like a opera house

I brought that drop-top Phantom of the Opera out

Yeah, "Get Silly," not stupid man

Never save a ho, she better ask Soulja Boy to Superman

You can bet when I sleep, I'm Poloed down, head to feet

Polo horses on my sheets, I get that from Pimp C

Tall cup of DJ Screw, sippin' on a pint of Big Moe

Sharper than a tack ho, you can keep the tic toe

Yeah, red scarf on my neck

Red diamonds lookin' like red barf on my neck, ugh

And to my Bs, nigga, "Soo-woo"

Cause I be with more Bs than Juju-

Big bro, I'm a big dog

And I don't mean fleas when I say I'm ticked off

Haha, nigga, I don't ever scratch

And if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch

Paper Soldiers, on some sketched ass shit

I'ma draw that pistol, make your chest a tablet

You are just a tad bit and I'm a whole lot

Young Money mothafucker, but the money so not

[Interlude: Gudda Gudda]

It's Young Money, nigga!

[Verse 2: 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 Phantom white, cause my price is right

Hit the club nigga, then I leave with' two dykes tonight

Let my niggas cut them 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, blowing on a Swisher full of kryptonite

Got the wolves with' me here, I'm howling in this bitch tonight

Niggas say they hard body, but I can't tell

Nigga, you can get yo shit cracked like a crab shell

You want war with' the boys, so be it

We in all red like the fuckin Soviet Army

Rush a bitch, nigga if he talking crazy

Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazy