Trae Tha Truth – I’m On 2.0. Lyrics included below.

“I’m about that cash not that Tango, Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol”

Trae recruits Big K.R.I.T., Jadakiss, J.Cole, Kendrick Lamar, B.o.B, Tyga, Gudda Gudda, Bun B and Mark Morrison for the epic remix of his track I’m On.

Read the full Trae Tha Truth “I’m On 2.0″ Lyrics after the jump.

Trae Tha Truth – I’m On 2.0 Lyrics

[Mark Morrison - Chorus]
Return of the mack (x3)
You know that I’ll be back
Return of the mack (x3)
You know that I’ll be back

[Big K.R.I.T]
Today is the day I get out on my feet
Remove them chains, they shackled on me
Press my luck, stop f-cking with them hoe in the club
Cause the same motherf-ckers are the ones that got me stuck
Tryna use me up ’til my tank on E
Then leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets
For a dollar a day until my pockets is straight
Soon as you move out the hood them niggas holla ya fake
Make ‘em swallow the base from the sugar
I’d rather be a dead man than a nigga
I’d rather roam chrome rims than swisha
I gotta make moves, I can’t hang with ya
They used to be the fly shit back in ’95
But now I want a crib and a car I can drive
And ain’t nobody out there help me cause I’m grown
Gotta leave them childish games alone
Nigga I’m on

[Trae Tha Truth]
I’m in the hood still praying for a piece of fate
I know he on his way I’m hoping he don’t make it late
I’m up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate
I’m Babe Truth you can tell ‘em I’m one of the greats
Used to shoot for the stars now my aim lie
I’m the truth nigga something that you ?
A thousand watts aint a thing that I can’t shine
It aint a wrist or a chain that I can rock
Tell ‘em I’m on something like city lights
I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights
Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights
You can tell ‘em I put on for my city in plenty fights
Tell ‘em I aint gon lose they heated like I’m a ?
I’m bout to throw ‘em in this drop with no ceilings
So I can fail ‘em?
Pull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom
And jump out on haters just to tell ‘em I couldn’t stand ‘em

[Jadakiss]
I’m on top of my game yo, the OG
Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow
I’m about that Cash not that Tango
Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol
Claim to be a real nigga we know you aint though
I be in the hood, all the places you can’t go
Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo
Residuals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it’s pitiful
Hoes only after your bankroll
Stay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes
Yeah I rep my set, I aint in the gang though
I protect my neck I carry the thing yo
I’m on the same shit that the boss is on
Do it for those in the feds, up north or gone
I’m on a winning streak. I done got my losses on
It’s ironic cause even when I’m off I’m on
Yeha I’m on

[Mark Morrison]
I’m on
I’m on
I’m on

[J. Cole]
I’m ’bout to cop the Porsche
Eternally grateful for the support
Made the cover of The Source
Flashback to the ports the city of no remorse
Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse
May the force be with you, bullet hit you
You bleed and I bleed with you
Mama please when you greave damn I greave with you
This a preview I see you in the summer
My new shit dumber, I’m on

[Kendrick Lamar]
Life at the bottom is devastating
You’re hardly ever debated
The party is obligated
By suckers that wanna be you
And never live with in matrix
And never ever related to struggle and dedication
Your hustle is nominated
Anonymous then you faded
The promises that a victory lap you surely awaited
They vomited everytime that a rapper’s annihilated
Just wish them happy belated
F-ck you I made it, I’m on

[B.o.B]
Tokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA
Minutes turn to hours and hours to pay
The days turn to nights but the nights never change
It’s funny how “time is money” used to be a turn of phrase
But now it’s company policy
I’m no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercing?
And they say Bob man it’s good to have you back
But I say, I’ve been here, where the f-ck have yall been at?

[Tyga]
Thinking how Pac lived at 22 thats ’93
I was four now I’m 22 on tour
One two shots of my life, barely hold on
But I’m drawn to this feeling of adrenaline
With mic’s on, lights on, And they gon’ applaud
Young nigga, Versace, young nigga they never seen before
And they gon watch me, wanna copy shit that I got on
I’m too fly, I aint got a flaw
Tell the law we above the law
God bless Amen, every lost soul
And the group so good went solo
Globe trotting, now I’m blowing up like an afro
Nigga thought you knew what I do
Rolling through ya area, double RR coupe
Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof
Bitch I’m a rebel so I move how I wanna move
Last King YMCMB

[Gudda Gudda]
Used to run around the hood picking honeys up
Now I’m doing shows around the world picking money up
Used to be slept on like a pillow
Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals
Now its money in my mental
And women get sentimental huh
It’s cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles nah
Yellow, gold, yellow diamonds in the middle nah
Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit down

[Bun B]
When the world spins around and around on its axis
? flip from town to town with the package
Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress
Sending clowns underground for practice
The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown
But never in the battle when the drama goes down
Easy to be the boss from behind the wall
But be gon see who really goes down when it’s time to brawl
Cause you gotta be careful of the image you portraying
You gotta show love to where you from all day
And when the going gets rough
Dont get to going from the ?
Put it down for your people
Know the land know what I’m saying

[Mark Morrison]
I’m on
I’m On

Lyrics transcribed by @LeonKHH

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Trae Tha Truth Feat. Big K.R.I.T., Jadakiss, J.Cole, Kendrick Lamar, B.o.B, Tyga, Gudda Gudda, Bun B & Mark Morrison – I’m On 2.0 Lyrics

Lil Wayne – My Birthday. Lyrics Included below.

“Y’all niggas squares, but aint got no angle, My shit’s so tight you can get strangled”

Unreleased track from Lil Wayne’s Dedication 3 mixtape. Download from NR.

Read the full Lil Wayne “My Birthday” Lyrics after the jump.

Lil Wayne – My Birthday Lyrics

[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, it’s on
Basically..
I got the Streets and the boot with me
Dedication trois

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Now let me talk my shit!
Fresh up out the water like a caught fly fish
Weezy F bitch
I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas
I kill dogs like I’m making chinese food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me
“Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!”
Shawty won’t be on my team, she could cheerlead..
Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T
I make a snow angel
Y’all niggas squares, but aint got no angle
My shit’s so tight you can get strangled
It’s Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that “private plane clothes”
I’m taking off, going to another land
Call home, missus never going to another man
Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I’m a lover man
Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue
I talk too much shit
I eat p-ssy and you suck dick

[Kidd Kidd]
They call me “Lil Nut” but my nuts aren’t the same
No homo, that’s how I came in the game
I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane
The shit that made Pinky blow
Out the Brain brain
Told Lois Lane I can’t be a Super Mane
My whole ? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane
Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game
I’m back at the halftime like it’s just an ankle sprain
Ain’t no one could do it better
More hits than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like Eddie Monster praying at the competitors
It’s mass hysteria, historic in your area 51 alien
What planet is he from
Huh? Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun
Picture Buzz with the shotgun ?
All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud
We 7:30 livewires
Unplug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain
Hard to come out, like a nut-stain
I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes
And flying planes, who the fuck could complain?
Huh?

[Gudda Gudda]
So you mad cause I’m styling on you?
Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you
Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqo
Gudda, I’m the East gang schizo
It’s no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know
How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle
High yellow nigga but my hot dog, like nutskins
Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nuff skin
Let me get back in it, bitch
I just go head first, you be on that timid shit
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit
Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown
(give me shit)
My niggas Streets say “Kill them all!”
Bitch, you know we got guns like the Pentagon
I’m just eating nigga, I’m getting my dinner on
And your bitch licking, getting her lizard on

[Mack Maine]
Talk reckless, I don’t give a muthafuck
I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck
I come for you and your kids like nigga what
Niggas with elephantitis ain’t got bigger nuts
Young Money nigga, big dicks, big trucks
I’mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us
Go to court, the case get dissmussed
Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us
It’s Mack Maine, ain’t shit to discuss
I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups
I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas for Christmas
Then turn to their female dog like “bitch, what?”
My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis
My dick big, that’s why I walk like I got tendonitis
I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis
The doc said I got a case of real nigganitis
He ain’t got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it
See, I’m a warrior, they compare me to Leonidus
I got a set fee, I ain’t about discussing prices
Cause I ain’t tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson
Wish you could see my face now
Feel like I’m ?
See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka or Bison
Slicing, dicing like we butcher knifeing
Wifing bitches, never, that shit is trifling
Young Money the fucking nicest
Put words together like a fucking hypen
Nigga don’t make us start fucking rifling
Nigga really it go to fucking striking
We got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by the harvest for fruit
Waiting for the fruit to ripen
We run up on niggas and jack them for their stipend
You catch me in Minnesota like I’m a Viking
I’m with every video vixen that you liking
I’m the reason your bitch dyking
Nigga dont want no beef, look at Kidd Kidd
He like this
How I get like this?
I pop a nigga, break something like Midas
Im trying to be modest, nigga, I’m honest
Young Money, Young f-cking Money
And this is what I did for my birthday BITCH

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Lil Wayne Ft. Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, T-Streets & Mack Maine – My Birthday Lyrics

Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda – It’s Young Money. Lyrics included below.

“The paralysed feel me, the blind see me, And the deaf can hear me, And the smart fear me”

New track from Weezy and Gudda Gudda. No word whether this will appear on Carter IV. Download from LilWayneHQ.

Read the full Lil Wayne “It’s Young Money” Lyrics featuring Gudda Gudda after the jump.

Lil Wayne – It’s Young Money Lyrics

[Gudda Gudda]
I gets it in all day
In the studio all work, no play
I could pay a visit to your block broad day
F-ck what ya’ll say I spit raw hard yay
Millz twisting up the sticky not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac truck
Sluts with us, fake tits and they asses fat
Gudda aint ya average cat, I’m something like a savage gat
Came up in the jungle and adjusted to this habitat
I’m sick of niggas garbage raps
I aint bout to battle rap
Grab the gat, hit em in his chest make a cabbage patch
I’m after that chedder cheese nigga
Where the cabbage at?
Gudda Gudda muthaf-cker there’ll be nothin’ after that
I’m bout to go HAM on this muthaf-cking track
In fact I’m better than a lot of niggas better get yo raps intact
See me on that big screen and think shits sweet
Diarrhea music when I let this hot shit leak
Uhh, take heed and listen when a real nigga speak
Or slide down a razor blade up shits creek, nigga

[Gudda Gudda]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit
Don’t Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]
Hello World it’s Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can’t let the bullshit sleep
It’s Young Money

(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We take money
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We make money
Biatch

[Lil Wayne]
I’m talking big money bitch
Hammer stay cocked like Alfred the Hitch
Take money like a pimp make money like a mint?
Gettin money is the only time life make sense
People like me, but people like spiders
And spiders eat flies and you know what flies eat
And kids are the only ones that really blush
I’m real as f-ck
I pull that thing and hit em up
That bullet travel hit a gut
Then hit ya fitted up
Hit ya whole city up
Hit ya while ya laying down
Shots leave ya sittin up
Run in the bathroom on ya girl and get a titty f-ck
Right after I buss a nut I buss the gun get rid of her
Ya bunch of pussy’s having a pity party
My guns look like they in kindergarten
I’m the dirtiest seed in any garden
Got more stripes on my sleeve than any sergeant
The paralysed feel me, the blind see me
And the deaf can hear me
And the smart fear me
Wh-which side you on?
Hi-highway to heaven, I would drive you home
Uhh

[Gudda Gudda]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit
Don’t Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]
Hello World it’s Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can’t let the bullshit sleep
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We take money
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We make money
Biatch

[Lil Wayne]
Eagle street where them twenty’s go for 25
Bitch I’m a boss I got ya hoe in my assembly line
Here’s Weezy F and the F is for Finish line
I saved us from hip hop genocide
Medication in my cup because my flow sick
Got a syringe in my draws, call it dope dick
And my girls say you niggas can’t f-ck with me
Check my footsteps look like there was couple me’s
We aint promised tomorrow but I feel immortal
Bullets beat yo ass up like Miguel Cotto
I’m the real Zorro, Rest in peace Torro
And when I die, bury me in all Polo
Kanyeezy’s on my feet with two pony tails
Bitch I’m hotter than going to hell
Oh well and the money is my only mail
And I’m the God sippin’ syrup out the Holy Grail
Oh well
And you aint on shit, nigga you aint on shit
Its Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song bitch
I’m in that cherry tone six
I’m with a cherry tone bitch
And she got very strong lips
She got baritone lips so I tell her carry on bitch
And when you in my home bitch
You are coming out of your house of Dereon shit
Twitter Wayne at the top of every song list
I’m spittin like a long kiss
Live from the throne bitch

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit
Don’t Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]
Hello World it’s Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can’t let the bullshit sleep
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We take money
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We make money
Biatch

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Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda – It’s Young Money Lyrics

Tyga ft Gudda Gudda – Bad Bitches. Lyrics included below.

“Walk up in the club, pick ‘em out and then I pick ‘em off”

Tyga team up with his fellow Young Moneyian Gudda Gudda for this track off Black Thoughts Volume 2.

Read the full Tyga “Bad Bitches” Lyrics after the jump.

Tyga – Bad Bitches Lyrics

[Chorus]
All day long, do it like Tony
F-ck her friend then I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Big bank roll, do it like Tony
F-ck her friend then I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad b-tches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only

[Tyga - Verse 1]
Well its that n-gga that you call T-Raw
Runnin’ that money like Madoff
Yea she gave that blow job then she get it laid off
I aint got no time hoe, stop blowing up my cell phone
Sweatin’ me like headbands, call that bitch Rondo
I’m fresher than the Prom hoe, teach ya we dont fly coach
F-ckin’ but she act dumb, kick her out my condo
Real G’s, Last King, Young Money ballin’
I give her a couple of shots and then she turn alcoholic
Metaphorically or Rhetoric
and I’m shittin’ on your forehead
2 girls 1 cup….Yup
We did it again Last King YMCMB
I dont pay for bitches, bitches pay me

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda - Verse 2]
Uh, Knock knock, who the f-ck is there?
A sign on my dick that say, “bad bitches come in here”
Make a freak whore, detour straight to my partna room and let him beat it like a keyboard
All I do is dick ‘em I dont tip ‘em like a stripper man
I got a ton of chicks under my belt like a zipper, yea
Walk up in the club, pick ‘em out and then I pick ‘em off
Pick ‘em up and then knock em down and them I drop ‘em off
I’ma dog keep your girl from round my type of shit or she’ll be milk box material
And missing for the night man this shit is just that easy
When your pockets sittin’ right
I turn my bed into a stage and let your girl rock on my mic

[Chorus]

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Tyga ft Gudda Gudda – Bad Bitches Lyrics

Official Video: Gudda Gudda – Extraordinary. Lyrics included below.

“I’m feeling great, I don’t walk I just levitate”

One of the best tracks off the Young Moneyian’s Back To Guddaville tape which dropped last year.

Read the full Gudda Gudda “Extraordinary” Lyrics after the jump.

Gudda Gudda – Extraordinary Lyrics

[Hook]
Your so extraordinary [x3]
Somethings who’s got a hold on me
Your so extraordinary
Somethings who’s got a hold on me
If this feeling has emotion..
Someone who’s got a hold on me

[Gudda Gudda - Verse 1]
Rumble anyday n-gga pick a date
I’m feeling great, I don’t walk I just levitate
I come from the bottom of the slum village
Where n-ggas make a name for being young killers
I hate the game and all the bullshit that come with it
Sometimes I wanna get the money and be done with it
But right now I’m feeling better than the usual
Flow so ugly make my bank account beautiful
They call me Gudda n-gga who is you
Bedrocking every girl was a 2 for 2
That’s right n-gga the more the merrier
Extraordinaire. Extra-ordinary, n-gga.

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
We took the game to another level
Killing all these rap n-ggas time to get the shovel
I don’t want this shit I want this shit forever
Until the game crown me king like Ms Corretta
Yeah. Chase the money with my eyes open
Cause I’ma die trying and never die hoping
Shit about to get critical
Its Guddaville 2, and the first one was biblical
F-ck the bullshit I’ma leave these n-ggas miserable
Spit the hardest shit till I start to see residuals.
That’s right n-gga the more the merrier
Extraordinaire. Extra-ordinary, n-gga.

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Propane thoughts; I spit gasoline.
I be the first to come and the last to leave
Some of the realest shit I ever spoke
I hope your hearing everyline and catching every quote
Flow sick there’s no antidote
Lock me in the zoo. They can’t tame me: I’m an animal
There’s no stopping me. there’s no holding me.
There’s no games n-gga. there’s no controlling me
I know the Lord watching over me.
Had to get the snakes from around me so it’s more for me.
That’s right n-gga the more the merrier
Extraordinaire. Extra-ordinary, n-gga.

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Gudda Gudda – Extraordinary (Lyrics & Official Video)

Gudda Gudda from Young Money gets his chain snatched while on stage in Minnesota.

Gudda was performing the Young Money track Bedrock when someone in the front row reached out and grabbed his chain.

The chain snatcher managed to get only a few links from the chain before Gudda Gudda and Young Money CEO Mack Maine gave chase. However the thief was quickly caught by club security.

Check the footage up top. It all goes down at the 4.50 mark.

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Video: Gudda Gudda Gets His Chain Snatched!

Lil Wayne ft Mack Maine & Gudda Gudda – My Reality. Lyrics and audio included below.

“My reality is bigger than your dreams are, Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car”

Features on Mack Maine’s “The Laxative” mixtape out now. The track uses an old Weezy verse from his Empire mixtape days.

Read the full Lil Wayne My Reality Lyrics ft Mack Maine and Gudda Gudda with audio after the jump.

Lil Wayne – My Reality Lyrics

[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus I got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don’t see
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, plus I got it all Bitch tell me what you don’t see
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus I got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don’t see.

I got 25 lighters on my dresser
Got the girl and the girl to undress her
My guitar strap is leather
My life is better than ever

I got women all up in my condo
And my drug dealer comes pronto
Got a registered pistol in the console
So, so, don’t try me now
don’t try me now

[Gudda Gudda]
Yeah just ridin’ feelin’ lovely
you can hate but your girlfriend love me
yeah I’m too G like a Gucci belt
Hot Gudda baby I can make your coochie melt
I keep your lady wet like she took a dip
and if oyu looking for her, you can follow the drip
I’m slick like Rick, the ladies pullin my wrist
I just walk in the spot and out with my pick
I’m gone like a trip with a nice thick redbone
on the phone gettin’ head call it headphone
pimpin all over like Ludacris
these hoes love me, I’m wanted like a fugative

[Chorus]
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus I got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don’t see, yeah
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, plus I got another bitch as long as you don’t see
but you do not see, you must be blind, blind
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me

[Mack Maine]
What you need contacts
tell me what you don’t see
what you can’t tell, I’m everything that he won’t be
talkin’ bout your boyfriend, bitch you need a man friend
even when you aint sittin down you can’t stand him
dirty d-ck bandit, luxury car whipper
crib on Dolphin Island, backyard full of flippers
this is my reality, your man just be dreaming
wake up in the morning, bedsheets full of semen
I mean he’s wet dreaming, while me I really do it
coulda, shoulda, woulda, babygirl you shoulda knew it
and f-ck the paparazzi, I will never Kiss and tell
I’ll be the genie out the lamp or your wishing well
I’ll be your fishing pale and you can be my yacht buddy
take you from A-Z, I’ll connect the dots hunny
(?) has got money, baby cause I got money
I like the B 50 50 what you got for me
it could be some bread, nah it aint gotta be cash
I’ll take a little head or I’ll take a lotta ass
I’ll take a friend or two, we can have a 3D weedy
I could toss you a Gudda Gudda or a Lil Weezy Weezy
or my n-gga peedy weedy or my n-gga Teedy teedy
f-ck you on the hood of red strip and green Lamborghini
go head and take this x-pill
that there f-ck you up, probably have you walking round like
“damn, what the f-ck”
lady in streets but in the sheets you such a slut
smash you on the top bunk, tiger uppercut
and everyday we do brunch and everyday we do lunch
you do me, I do you
baby we could us and I aint gotta say no more
I don’t talk too much
thus far, I feel like I’ve been trying to sell a car
is you buying,

cause i aint go no time for a test drive
do you wanna go with me to the final frontier

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Mack Maine ft Gudda Gudda & Lil Wayne – My Reality Lyrics

Official Music Video for Lil Wayne and Gudda Gudda’s “I Don’t Like The Look”. Also called Willy Wonka.

“F-ckin with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic, I’m on the road to riches, there’s just a lil traffic”

This is off Gudda’s album “Back To Guddaville”. Read the full Lil Wayne I Don’t Like The Look Lyrics Here.

This is just another green screen vid but don’t worry Weezy is back out of jail in under a month. He needs to get Derick G to direct an EPIC video when he gets out.

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Lil Wayne ft Gudda Gudda – I Don’t Like The Look (Music Video)

Lil Wayne – YM Salute. Lyrics and audio included below.

“You can’t even sit next to me, Now bring money or death to me.. or don’t step to me”

This is a bonus song only on the hard copy of Lil Wayne’s “I Am Not A Human Being Album” out in October. The digitial version is out online on Weezy’s birthday September 27th.

Read the full Lil Wayne YM Salute Lyrics with audio after the jump.

Lil Wayne – YM Salute Lyrics

[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]
Better strap up your boots
beofre they start to shoot
than do it for the troops
it’s young money salute
it’s young money salute

[Lil Twist]
Yeah, uh
so sick with the flow
yeah your cowboys know that Lil Twist
been a pro way before Romo or T.O
no wetting cowboys to a piston
A.I no wallace your kids getting demolished
I’m booking on your suckers like Im just leaving college
but smart, very smart, too smart for ya knowledge
too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius
it’s YME nothing gets inbetween us

[Lil Chuckee]
Tell Wayne I’m going in like somebody bout to bury me
in this rap game nobody could ever bury me
thats why you see me on stage rocking with young money
I told my team I got us man it’s all on me
like volume 2 BG I got my crew with me
Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki
everytime I’m on the track it’s ransom
can’t find us anymore it’s random
when Young Money come through you better salute us

[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]

[Jae Millz]
Hey I solomly swear if it ever go down
you aint never gotta call me cause I’mma be there
lets get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shelltoes
strapped like velcrow and this we running hell no
and truthfully, aiming for number one oh do we
you ask why I reply cause nobody remember 2 or 3
cross YM and the hem will make a movie
we all we can be, respect the army and salute we

[Gudda Gudda]
Yeah, Young money army we marching
we coming forward no warning
we got these boys running like Forest
so salute me like a general
first place never last
always on top and I’m a cheif like a seminol
got the game in strangle hold no letting up
you can get the top, ya can pop like 7 Up
knock knock let us up, young money applaud me
and we’ll take the game out your hands like a joy stick

[Nicki Minaj]
I’mma need my badges and my ribbons
maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn’t given
everything that I’ve given, I swear I’ll never give in
lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
just look at what I’ve been in and this is just the beginning
I d-d-d-d-do it cause I did it for my ballerina girls
blowing kisses to the soldiers I am Marilyn Monroe
but we shoot shoot shoot em up, camoflauge me,
cuz young money is the Navy better yet the Army

[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Commander in chief
One hand on the World, one hand on the brief
I stand on the World, b-tch I stand on the peak
Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now thats G
Don’t ask me about sh-t but money
F-ckin’ right my money long I got that 10ft money
I get it fast when I get to the money
When I walk, it sounds like 10 foots running
I meant feet, I’m in deep like wet p-ssy
I’m a purple heart proven war vet rookie
You can’t even sit next to me
Now bring money or death to me.. or don’t step to me
Now don’t step n-gga, march with me
To the steps of the court building
Like ain’t we God’s children
I know at all times God’s feel me
So I play my part until the war kill me
Salute.. or.. shoot!
[End]

As usual please drop any corrections in the comments as I’m not perfect. I will then update these lyrics. Don’t forget where you read the lyrics first and link back if you use this transcription.

Weezy came hard right at the end and took it to the next level.

I already probably biased you but who had the best verse on Young Money Salute?

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Lil Wayne – YM Salute Lyrics (ft Lil Twist, Lil Chuckee, Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz & Nicki Minaj)

Gudda Gudda ft Lil Wayne – Small Thing To A Giant. Lyrics included below.

“I’m praying for probation, Like my ancestors prayed for segregation!”

This track is off Gudda’s Back 2 Guddaville mixtape released sometime in April.

Read the full Gudda Gudda Small Thing To A Giant Lyrics featuring Lil Wayne after the jump.

Gudda Gudda ft Lil Wayne – Small Thing To A Giant Lyrics

[Gudda Gudda]
Im bout that drama,You f-cking with tha cannon n-gga
Got a gangsta grill yellow diamonds when I rambo n-gga
So dont cross we got ammo like Rambo n-gga
Lifes a gamble you craped out you bad gambling n-gga
N-gga moving fast gotta pump the brakes on em
They better pump em fast before I beat the brakes off em
My goons real hungry looking for a big break
And you’s a real phony looking like a big steak
So get your sh-t straight, Before I grab this big ape
Hit you in your left eye now you cant see sh-t straight
Ray Charles n-gga blind to the fact
While you was in your class, I was grinding and getting scratched
The knife grind you and you scratched
Now you crying like a bitch, You a bird got wings
Imma fly you with the pack,Uh
These little n-ggas got the nerves
These n-ggas under me
I put you under my wing, n-gga you’s a son to me

[Chorus - Gudda]
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, Guess What?, Streets off paper
And me, Im praying for probation
Like my ancestors prayed for segregation
Imma predator when I pray, I dont mean meditation
I mean vegetation, F-ck the Feds and f-ck the Federation
And every agent, Man I want an Asian, Sex her like a geisha
Get up in her stomach like Ignacio, Let me stop
Naa let me keep going,C4ing,We blowing
Up you better be detouring if we touring then she snoring cause he boring
Shorty need a refund bring it back
And when it comes to me she pre-ordering and reordering and reordering
And I be ballin and Im free falling and I sleep out of that p-ssy
And when she calling I don’t answer
But she keep calling and keep calling
And we ballin like we ballin
As a matter of fact like street ballin
We evolving, They dissolving
Cincinatti Reds hat, Red black
Cops find your body but they dont know where your head at
Uh, Im goin in like wet p-ssy, No money, That sound like debt to me
Bitch I dont give a motherf-ck
Yea Im leanin, Bout to pour me up another cup
Yea Im high, Bout to roll me up another blunt
I rolled a Biggie Smalls…Heres another one
Im in love with Wayne, Long hair don’t care
Bitch call me Rick James, Hahaha
Weezy that n-gga, And dont forget da baby you f-cking babysitter

[Chorus - Weezy]
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
And this a small thing to a giant

[Gudda Gudda]
Im goin in like Im goin home
20 thousand on my wrist and my neck thats my rolling stone
Went from being broke to not a pot to piss in
Now I gotta pocket full of dead politicians
Stop n-gga listen
Cause Imma bout to rape the game down
No toilet paper on me while Im sh-tting
Fly boy hover over n-ggas like a flying saucer
YMOB, Dont make me call the bosses
YM gon eat and run like break-fast
Been running for too long its time to take cash
And Imma smoke the game cause no air kills
And for the money I eat beats up like bear grylls
Bitches love me when they stare I give them rare chills
But money is over her, She cant see in a pair of heels
lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
Young n-gga bout to bleed the game
Throw a stack at dem hoes and tell em keep the change
Gasoline flow light the match, Watch it spark
Fire jumpin off my lips everytime I talk
Living legend in the flesh, Im the champ yes
Im serving n-ggas like my name is Pete Sampras
Get hyphy if you want and Imma shake them dreads
And go dumb with the tool upside your head
Who want it? You get em,I taunt em
Take all his money then I take a sh-t on him
Your whole click is phony, My little ponys
Gudda walk alone and sh-t my shadow is my army
Why I need a n-gga when I got my tool on me
My little buddy got bullets like the army
Military thoughts like I trained with Al-Qaida
Raid a n-ggas crib with a box cutter razor
Look, So bow down to the chief the the champ
Dictator in the streets n-gga signed and stamped
Gudda!
[End]

Let me know what you think of this new Gudda and Wayne track.

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Gudda Gudda ft Lil Wayne – Small Thing To A Giant Lyrics