The Other Side
(专辑: Dedication 3 - 2008)
Dedication 3! Aw Yeah This what y'all asked for! L-A-D! I'm all about that cheese, Swiss or mozzarella Muenster, Colby, American, or cheddar When it come to robbery, nobody do it better Notorious L.A.D., fresh Coogi sweater (gangster Gri-Zillz! Yeah) The
cleanest lyrics is the
meanest Understand my English, nigga, I'm a
genius Ice like a
snow cone, writing in my iPhone Went from selling crack to selling ring tones Straight out the
projects to million-dollar homes Inside The
Carter, cooking 36 zones Thirty-six Os, and I
break 'em all down In and out of every trap, all through the
A-Town (Ill!) The
Embassy, AMG, Young Money merger I'm a
young champ Like Ben Roethlisberger (AMG!) S.S. Chevy with the
big block engine Rims and paint cost me a
whole pension, pow! (gangster!) I
don't need nothing but my niggas and enough weed to go around A
tinted sedan, some grams, and a
loaded pound Fuck what another nigga think of me I'm thinking multimillions, he thinking Gs (Oh!) Nigga, please—get your mind right Fuck tryna be fresh—get your grind right 'Cause I'm like, so in another league I
throw my pitches at different degrees And I
spiral my pigskins at different speeds And I
hit threes, 'cause at different times, I
release My shot cold, nigga, I'm hot, don't be tight 'cause you're not Just be happy I'm letting you breathe I'm the
good, I'm the
bad, I'm the
devil, I'm Jesus It's Young Money, bitch, the
game needs us Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga? Kidd Kidd and Sean, get it how you live, nigga My nigga Mack Maine just left the
dealership And Weezy just ripped the
drop Phantom, so they're feeling sick Diamond rings, diamond chains, royal suites Private planes, palm trees, big change, I
can't complain I
made a
promise to myself that I'd never be a
have-not Nigga, fuck being broke, shit Before that day come, I'll A-K stamp you When there's beef, I'm in the
center like Tyson Chandler Fuck what you heard, in the
booth, I
goes off like the
lights if you ain't pay and it's the
third And you're already two months late with your bill Clown nigga, you's a
lame, bitch nigga, I'm Millz, Young Mula (gangster Gri-Zillz!) Ugh, if you didn't, now you know It's the
million-dollar nigga with the
million-dollar flow Icicle chain got a
million-dollar glow Quarter-mil' for the
gang if you tryn' book a
show Temp plates on the
Bentley, riding through the
'jects Got a
pocket full of money, nigga, hand on my Tec I'm demanding respect, I'm a
man to respect Disrespect your man, put my hand 'round his neck It's no other than Gudda Gudda, man Still 'bout my money, nigga, fuck another man I'm on the
paper chase, all about the
hustle, man I
be climbing through your window like I'm fucking Bruh Man Look, I'm Shady-Aftermath, put your head in the
scope A
bankroll of bucks is what these young niggas killing for The
game dirty on the
streets, tryna deal yayo Fifty clips at his hat, leave a
peeled potato I
call my nina "bay" like San Diego Get me twisted, and I'ma turn into a
tornado And all my riders riding like a
Winnebago You stay, but I'ma let that A-K go Rawer than a
'qualone Shoot you like "Halo" give your ass a
halo These bitches walk around acting like they're J-Lo But man, I
remember when these bitches was just "Hey, ho" (gangster!) "Hey ho, how you're doing?" Me, I'm doing every fucking thing Smoking them dykes, I'm on that Mary-fucking-Jane (gangster!) This shit so "Tom and Jerry" to Lil Wayne And you MCs are just "milk and cherries" to Lil Wayne Ha ha! And bitch, I'm greedy But if I
keep eating you rappers, I'll get sugar-diabetes Sweetie, I'm a
different species I'll crush your two fingers into a
million pieces What the
fuck do I
be thinking? "Kill, kill, murder, and Benjamin Franklin" Your girlfriend is into them gangsters And me—being a
gangster, I
get into your girlfriend (gangster!) I
stay still when the
world spins And ain't nobody flyer than the
Birdman You heard me? You heard him? "Him" being me And we are better than all y'all bitches, niggas, hoes Enemies, foes, threes, twos, ones But these dudes won Dramatic! Won Dramatic, nigga! The
South, for real Ha ha! But not "one" 'cause, "Dedication 3" technically Shout-out to the
Dunk Ryders Special, I
fold that red flag Right pocket, all the
time Yeah, Young Mula, baby Gangster Gri-Zillz!