Small Thing to a Giant-Gudda Gudda/Lil Wayne

I'm about that drama You f*cking with the kind of n*gga that got a gangster grill Yelling diamonds when I ramble n*gga So don't cross me, got ammo like Rambo N*gga likes to gamble, you crapped out You bad gambling n*gga N*ggas moving fast gotta pump the brakes on 'em They better pump 'em fast before I beat the brakes off 'em My goon's real hungry looking for a real break And you's a real phony looking like a big steak So get your sh*t straight before I grab the big eight Hit you in your left eye, now you can't see sh*t straight Ray Charles n*ggas blind to the fact While you was in your class, I was grinding getting scratch The night grind and you get scratched Now you cryin' like a b*tch You a bird, got wings I'ma fly you with the pack These little n*ggas got the nerve, these n*ggas under me I put you under my wing, n*ggas you's a son to me [Hook - Gudda Gudda] Small thing to a giant [x4] [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Guess what? Streets all paper and me I'm praying for probation Like my ancestors prayed for segregation I'm a predator, when I prey I don't mean meditation I mean vegetation, f*ck the Feds and f*ck the federation And every agent; man I want that Asian, sexy like a Geisha Get up in her stomach like Ignatia I'ma stop; nah, let me keep going, C4ing, we blowing Up you better be detouring if we're touring And she's snoring cause he boring Shawty need a refund bring her back; but when it comes to me She pre-ordering, and re-ordering and re-ordering I leap, ball and I free fall and I sleep out in that pussy And when she calling I don't answer But she keep calling and keep calling And we balling like b-balling, as a matter of fact like street balling We evolving, they dissolving Cincinnati Reds hat, red black Cops find your body but they don't know where your head at I'm going in like wet pussy, no money that sounds like death to me B*tch, I don't give a motherf*ck Yeah I'm leaning, 'bout to pour me up another cup Yeah I'm high, 'bout to roll me up another blunt I roll a Biggie Small, now here's another one I'm in love with Wayne Long hair don't care, b*tch call me Rick James Weezy that n*gga, and don't forget the baby you f*cking baby sitters [Hook - Lil Wayne] Small thing to a giant [x4] [Verse 3 - Gudda Gudda] I'm going in like I'm going home 20 thousand on my wrist and my neck that's my rolling stone Went from being broke with not a pot to piss in Now I've got a pocket full of dead politicians Stop n*gga, listen, cause I'm about to break the game down No toilet paper homie when I'm sh*ttin' Fly boy, hover over n*ggas like a flying saucer Y.M. roll deep, don't make me call the bosses Y.M. gon' eat and run like break-fast Been running for too long, it's time to take cash And I'm gonna smother the game cause no air kills And for the money I eat beats up like they're grilled B*tches love me, when they stare I give them rare chills But Money's over her, she can't see in a pair of heels Young n*gga 'bout to bleed the game Throw a stack at them hoes and tell 'em, "keep the change" Gasoline flow, light the match, watch it spark Fire jumping off my lips every time I talk Living legend in the flesh, I'm the champ, yes I'm serving n*ggas like my name was Pete Sampras Get hyphy if you want and I'm a shake them dreads And go dumb with the tool upside your head Who want it? You get him, I taunt him Take all his money then I take a sh*t on him Your whole clique is phony: My Little Ponies 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 lil' buddy got bullets like the army Militant thoughts, like I train with Al-Qaeda Raid a n*gga crib with a boxcutter razor Look so bow down to the chief, the champ Dictator in these streets n*gga, sign the stamp