Dedication 2

Dedication 2 (Bang bang)
Alright I think you ready this time(I shot you down bang bang)
You hit the ground bang bang
Y'all know what I come here for (that awful sound Bang bang)
Call me the iPod King (I used to shoot you down)
Call me Mr. Thanksgiving (Dedication 2)
Call me whatever the **** you want(that's right, you already)
Wake up ************* it's Weezy, you got a problem?
Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin'
Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin
AK on the backseat, baby it's so
Wake up ************* it's Weezy, you got a problem?
Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin
Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin
AK on the backseat, baby it's so vivrant
Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, can't dodge it
You not gettin' wet in the rain is not logic
She won't give that ***** to Wayne, I'm so obliged just
Live and direct from inside of ya ***** body
And, hi there ho what do ya know I'm ridin'
In the same streets my pops died in, I got 'em and
I get that money tell my momma I'm grindin'
And I'll be coming home with our future in my pocket
Shoot you if you block it, leave a ***** awkward
Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted
Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power
Gettin' out twenty American pies an hour
Goddamn, excuse ma'am but I'm the man
And you better put my money in my hand, stop playin'!
Got ends, no friends, just brothers one color
And I spread the ************ all over your room shutters
Yeah, they knew better I'm two letters
I'm like M.J. and 2-3 and O.G., yeah I'm low-key
Cause *****s and ******* is police
I roll leaf, patching up the game's slow leak
I'm Weezy baby!
Lemme catch my breath
Ok...
*****-ass.. *****-ass.. *****-ass.. *****
*****-ass *****s, fake fraud-ass *****s
Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass *****s
Them broads laugh at ya, them *****s won't kill ya
And them *****s that's with ya, could die right with ya
I'll be shootin everything up in my eyesight mister
I say I might miss ya, but lil' FeFe gon' hit ya
And lil' Currensy'll split ya,
Mack Maine'll straight flip ya
Let Taz Po ship ya, then we'll all forget ya
I'm sittin' in the kitchen like "How can we all get richer?"
Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture
Then I tell lil' Josh, roll up the perfect Swisher
God damn the hurricane, to the **** man, we miss ya
I'm the best just listen, I ain't what the game been missin'
That's my ***** Juelz, I been here since twelve
Ten shells, let 'em save themselves
**** them *****s and they pals, pal, pow!