[Lil` Wayne Talking:]
Listen, my ni**a Drama man this something
I need you to do something else for them man,
just to warm em up, and then lay it on me.
Get ya pipe.
Yea, Gangsta Grillz, Dedication 2, Drama.

[Lil` Wayne:]
Howdy do mother f**kaz its Weezy Baby,
Ni**az bitchin and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen close I got duct tape and rope,
I`ll leave you missin like the f**kin O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That`s the AK47 made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin,
Don`t let that bird s**t, he got a weak stomach.
Ni**az know I`m sick I don`t spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a ni**a in his thigh and leg,
Then tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I`m the sickest ni**a doin it,
Bet that baby.
These other ni**az dope, I`m wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy it`s a set back,
Clumsy ass ni**az slip and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on,
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on.
Some ni**az cry wolf, I`m on that dry Cush,
And when it comes to that paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head.
Life ain`t cheap,
You`re better off dead.
If you can`t pay the fee,
Shout out my ni**a fee.
See every mother f**ker at the door don`t get a key,
You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see.
Its about money its bigger than me
I told my homies don`t kill him bring the ni**a to me, yea.
Don`t miss, you f**kin with the hit man,
Kidnap a ni**a make him feel like a kid again.

[Chorus]
Straight up, I ain`t got no conversation for ya,
Ni**a talk to the cannon.
Have a few words with the cannon.
Tell it to my mother f**kin cannon.

From Philly to where I`m landin Ima cannon.
And I`m on that Philly fire s**t,
Then I come fully equipped.
You try me get bodied keep you and the shawtie in the whip.
If a ni**a try to stick me Ima blam him.
Single on them ti-ti-tired of them free got the butters got the green and got the tan Got the whole enchilada.
Homie know I`m inside of your house,
Tie up your brother.
Make the prick call up your mother she might know where to find you.
I am on top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the flow
Its flow like the ocean; open water you drownin
I will fore drown them and sink them heat them and leave them stinkin.
Sharks surround them and eat them nice then know that I will.
Roll over ya squad like I`m a one punch card.
You chumps, you best call General Motors.
I will, take control of your soldiers.
You wont listen till I toss them in the wok like chicken.

(Willie The Kid)
Ayo, I make it hard for rap ni**az I`m peer pressure,
Matter fact I`m motivation to rap better.
I show ni**az how to act how to dress better,
I stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers.
I`m the crack the smack the gun the rule the gat the strap the gun the tool the Mother f**kin (cannon).
Other words I`m the real for real
We can go check for check or bill for bill,
We can go chick for chick or skill for skill,
The deal is sealed.
Ni**az ain`t real as will cause Ima (cannon).
And I handle well pedal like cannon dale.
And I got the 50 cal mag its a handheld.
I`m tellin you ni**az I pop put a shell in you ni**az,
My nice watch`ll Helen Keller you ni**az.
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin over
Blowin game by the quarter weed over in the corner ni**a

Yea, yea Detroit red gettin change like them white folks,
Dump it out the window of the range wiht the right folk.
Pain like a bitch the first day of her cycle,
You better scurry when I pull the (cannon).
Straps burn the streets like a truck through the gas,
I love head and caressin a voluptuous ass.
I ask your baby momma is she up to the task,
She like damn red its bigger than a (cannon).
My attire makes the ladies say your man is too fly,
Imported oils from Iran and Dubai.
Get caught slippin with ya mans and you die,
Where I`m from ni**az be quick to squeeze the (cannon).
Detroit red always got some s**t for ya ear.
Show me love but keep it movin man cause if you get near.
I`ll say get off my dick and tell ya bitch to come here.
Cause you sweatin me and my dj like (cannon).

Legs spread far out, you know how I`m standin,
Yea I`m posted with the big homie (cannon).
I got ni**az who don`t like rap lovin our s**t,
We got ni**az who was stuck on Pac bumpin our s**t.
These ni**az can`t see me like I ain`t been around lately,
A good battle when they at the mound its gravy.
Ni**az healthy I`m better,
No spinderella, just a cigarillo, filled with Tropicana.
Yea, Vick found that ni**a and we ain`t smokin no more regular,
Keep ya midgrain I don`t think you know no better.
They loving the trunk now they wanna hear more s**t,
I play it modest like ni**a that`s some of our old s**t.
Got ni**az I ain`t never met wantin to fight me,
Got hoes that`s in love askin why you don`t like me,
Bitch I`m married to the game and I love my wifey,
Steppin over competition man I love these Nikes.
I`m hot, they fanning,
Ni**az tryna copy my style like the (cannon).
Don`t try to compare I`m in a league of my own,
If I ain`t listed at the top ni**a the stats is wrong.
All ya data is off, ya info ain`t valid
Artist of the century the competition ain`t balanced
True like master p and his two brothers,
Don`t call it incest cause this the mother f**ker.