Spitter Lil Wayne

[Hook: Lil Wayne, The Notorious B.I.G. sample, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit (Big shout to Philly)
Grab yo' gat— (Yeah)
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit (Shout to everybody down in The Bottom)
Grab yo' gat— (Boo in here! Fee!)
Spit yo game, talk yo' shit (Shout to G-Town!)
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique (Spitta, Mack, Ju', baby)
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit
Grab yo' gat, call your clique (Yeah! Can't forget The Hollow!)
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Yeah)
Pass the weed, I got to light one
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one (Dedication 2, Drama!)
Pass the weed, I got to light one (DJ Drama! Dramatic!)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
What your Mammy told you 'bout fucking 'round with them soldiers?
Told you I'd be back—I'm comin'; I got that Tommy La-soda (Oh!)
That's blood all over your sofas, blood all over your posters
Blood all over your shoulders, blood all over the strollers
Do that shit—I done that shit; it's Weezy Baby—
"He's a baby, but that nigga run that shit"
Make that money come back quick
Take that money from that bitch—she know what it be: M-O-B
Pistol right there in my reach—you know what it be: him or me
Bitches know when that limo leave, two words: room key
Where? Penthouse suite, wear not-a-damn-thing
I'm here—bada-bam-bing
My hand bling, my wrist bling, my neck bling, my ear bling—
Super bowl ring, bitch
Cash Money, Young Money: Super Bowl team, bitch
Money, money, money, money: I'm true to those things, bitch
You with those pussy hoes, I shoot at those queens, bitch
This is New Orleans, bitch: murder dope fiend shit