Artist: Lil Wayne Album: Dedication 2: Gangsta Grillz Song: Get 'Em Typed by: r_shadows@hotmail.com * * send corrections to the typist [Talking] Yea, Haha Drama I'm Back Dedication 2 I ain't Even Waitin On 'Em I'ma Get 'Em Now Get 'Em My block pumpin and I'm tryin to keep that hoe pumpin If niggaz snitchin them I let them niggaz hold...... Get Get Get 'Em (x2) My block pumpin and I'm tryin to keep that hoe pumpin If niggaz snitchin them I let them niggaz hold sumthin If a nigga owe sumthin need a doctors note from 'em Or his throat from 'em These lil niggaz thinkin they fresh, get whipped out ya clothes youngin I got it all but I'll beat you like you stole sumthin My bitch trippin, she say I treat her like my old woman I tell the bitch I'm probably better off with no woman Yea, I get that brand new money I'm the boss bitch, I'm touchin every dollar thats comin Stop playin, I kno wat I'm doin Let me get 'em I hope his kids not with 'em Yall motherfuckers kno me I'm a rider in the side of the south Got the money in the matress and the guns in the couch Wat up Puttin out cockroaches in the ashtray Its payday till my last day Yea Walkin that line with alot on my mind I get that money, never droppin a dime I don't hate, never, not on my time I'll put that little red dot on ya mind Talkin that crime but alot of 'em lyin Im caught on the grind, never get off my grind Ima pimp to these hoes, not a pimp in my mind, nah And everybody kno I'm sharp when I ride Hop out that new Ferrari with that little horse on the side yea Zoom Zoom bitch ride a nigga broom witch Have a key wet stinkin up your whole room bitch Now break out the perfume bitch And niggaz come from out that beach, I'm in that water like a cruise ship Straight up, tell all my dudes this 1 Pistol, 2 Clips, I aim at lips Wayne that shit, shit on y'all Given to you from the Guard I Am The Guard [Interlude] Yeaa, money on my mind, money money on my mental Super super soaker wet a nigga like a swim suit I think they sippin on that 'I Can Fuck With Him Juice' Test me if ya wanna bad man I knock a limb loose I ain't never scared, I'm protected everywhere And if a nigga disrespect me then he shall be very dead Thats my word, gotta urge to hit a nigga and swerve And them birds in the trigger shot down to my feet Its me motherfucker whats better to see And when ya greeted like me ain't nothin better then beef See I would meet each one of you niggaz in the street Then eat - and pick you little bitches out my teeth Shout out to the green and red stiches in my teeth nigga With no Gucci I'm a double chief nigga My brothers you have send, and the Guard I Am.. Amen..